Post by Thaddeus Walker on Jan 31, 2016 22:22:47 GMT -5
Thadd pulled the doors open it was empty, covered in dirt and dust. It was filled with tools, a lawnmower in the centre. There was a stack of wood off to the side, collecting dust and rotting away. He saw a wheel barrow in the back and stepped forward to grab it down. "Let's load up the wood, get it inside," he said calmly. He grabbed a log and tossed it in. Some of it was wet, he could see the water damage to the shed and soaking up from the ground.
"This will smoke a lot, but it should be fine for us. Hopefully it all goes up. We can use the drier pieces first, let the more wet ones dry inside. You keep loading them, I'm going to check the garage," he said to Matt. He didn't know much s out fire building, or any of this survival stuff before all this. He could survive the streets, survive people. Surviving in the woods, hunting, keeping alive off of nothing. Most of this he had learnt, found and discovered from the experiences here and there.
Thadd left Matt to pick the wood and load it up. There was enough there enough for a small fire. With the cold, that was the only way to beat it. Worse case, they could bust the table or a dresser up. Wood was wood.
At the garage Thadd lifted it up. Something scurried out and into the yard. It was an orange tabby cat, skin and bones all that was left. It hissed at him, the blood in the garage the it had just killed an ate something. Thadd had to guess a mouse, or rat of some kind. He moved in along he wall and saw what was around the corner. A truck sat under a tarp. He pulled it off. It was old, but he looked like it would run.
He looked in the window. Four kittens sat on the dash. He knew what the cat was hissing at now. These were her kids, she was a mother. He saw the cat he saw earlier at his feet. Reaching into his pocket he offered what little food he had stuffed in there. The cat took it and scurried through the open window to feed her young.
Thadd moved away from the truck. There was two canisters of gas on the workbench, completely full. In the morning, they would have fuel and a ride to leave. They could load the bike in the back, fill it and get home. That was the plan for now.
He went to leave and looked behind him. The cat and the kittens all followed, probably looking for more food. They must be desperate if they were this close to people.
Thadd moved around and looked at Matt. "That should be good enough for now. Let's get inside, set a fire, get some sleep." He looked at the cats. "Looks like we'll have a few visitors through the night. Found them. Inside the garage, in a truck. They seem friendly, followed me over here. The truck has fuel, so we'll take that come morning."
"This will smoke a lot, but it should be fine for us. Hopefully it all goes up. We can use the drier pieces first, let the more wet ones dry inside. You keep loading them, I'm going to check the garage," he said to Matt. He didn't know much s out fire building, or any of this survival stuff before all this. He could survive the streets, survive people. Surviving in the woods, hunting, keeping alive off of nothing. Most of this he had learnt, found and discovered from the experiences here and there.
Thadd left Matt to pick the wood and load it up. There was enough there enough for a small fire. With the cold, that was the only way to beat it. Worse case, they could bust the table or a dresser up. Wood was wood.
At the garage Thadd lifted it up. Something scurried out and into the yard. It was an orange tabby cat, skin and bones all that was left. It hissed at him, the blood in the garage the it had just killed an ate something. Thadd had to guess a mouse, or rat of some kind. He moved in along he wall and saw what was around the corner. A truck sat under a tarp. He pulled it off. It was old, but he looked like it would run.
He looked in the window. Four kittens sat on the dash. He knew what the cat was hissing at now. These were her kids, she was a mother. He saw the cat he saw earlier at his feet. Reaching into his pocket he offered what little food he had stuffed in there. The cat took it and scurried through the open window to feed her young.
Thadd moved away from the truck. There was two canisters of gas on the workbench, completely full. In the morning, they would have fuel and a ride to leave. They could load the bike in the back, fill it and get home. That was the plan for now.
He went to leave and looked behind him. The cat and the kittens all followed, probably looking for more food. They must be desperate if they were this close to people.
Thadd moved around and looked at Matt. "That should be good enough for now. Let's get inside, set a fire, get some sleep." He looked at the cats. "Looks like we'll have a few visitors through the night. Found them. Inside the garage, in a truck. They seem friendly, followed me over here. The truck has fuel, so we'll take that come morning."