Day 48

We accomplished our first goal today. But the realities of it aren't as positive as we had hoped.

Though it was cold, windy and seemingly the threat of rain increased minute on minute we set off early. It was still dark.

Moving along the paths we found we were moving faster still, as if the baited anticipation of what lay ahead was too much to bare. In less than half and hour we ran out of footpath and took to the road. When we heard noises we climbed into the hedges. A couple of cars passed during our journey.

Finally we reached it. The SAS camp. We stayed hidden as best as we could as we moved closer to the front entrance. We waited for a while for movement. None. It was quite possible the security cameras were working, and due to the weather anyone there would be inside if they weren't the military. The military would have someone outside on duty.

We recently had acquired balaclavas and though it was already humid we put them on as well as already being dressed completely differently to usual. I had even left the rifle behind in a 'safe' place. We moved over to the fence trying to make ourselves as invisible as possible. Moving to the gates it was all secured off and I knew that Sam wasn't up to climbing the fences so we moved along the fence.

We reached a small gap in the fence and climbed through. I was anxious now; worried that we wouldn't find anything. In fact for a while we didn't. Completely deserted. We checked building after building as quietly as we could. We made our way deeper in when suddenly we heard gun fire. We dropped to the ground and I pulled myself along to the side of the building we were by.

I saw a family, or at least a man, woman and two young children. For all I know they had just found each other.

The man was beaten; bloodied. But the woman looked pristine, the children looked a little dirty like me and Sam probably do. Then I saw something worse. Another man dead on the ground next to them. I looked to the men near him and saw something I didn't like the look of. A man, with a bandage on his neck. The patch over his wound was obvious. Looks like he didn't die when I shot him. He was the one holding the gun there.

In a wave of intense hatred I wished I had killed him almost a month ago. I sat up against the blind side of the building and Sam shuffled up.

"We gotta get out" I said in an attempt to clear it in my mind"

"Who's there?"

"Try the guy I shot"

"So the Dodge family have a new home"

"And don't seem to like visitors"

I turned my head and got a tiny glimpse of them holding the gun against the man's head. He was crying. In fact they all were. All the victims anyway. The apparent leader decided now he liked the woman and seemed to be examining her intently. I heard a click behind me and my heart skipped a beat pretty much literally. Turning I saw Sam slipping into the building.

I rushed in after her and was pleasantly surprised. On the home's table lay an assortment of guns and ammo. We had cleared our emergency bags just for this. I looked around at the obviously recently used home. Food littered the sides. Fresh food. I picked up what I thought would be useful. It was truly surreal looking at these weapons, like straight out of a movie. I knew that at some point, if these were from this site, the things before us had been used by the best trained military in the country. It was sort of weird knowing how far down these elite weapons had fallen. Luckily the guns varied in size and the larger assault rifle looking ones were already broken down. So we just took what we could carry. Whoever lived here had amassed a lot. We mainly focused on ammo but took at least one weapon each that suited each type of ammo. We were heavily laden with supplies but I thought of something important: military rations. Opening the cupboards I found a huge number. I ditched a couple of guns and filled the bag with them. Sam waved the written instructions of assembly of various guns the buildings inhabitant had made. I then saw the most scary thing. Explosives.

I realised I could try to save those people after all. It probably wouldn't work but it would give them a chance. I took four pieces of the stuff and put the timers in two. Using the paper Sam found with weapon information on I set one to 5minutes. The other to 8minutes. I put the one behind the settee and we moved the weapons there, and the other by the door. Then armed them and we bolted.

We reached our entry point just as the first went off. I ran to the gates and set the last two there. I thought to myself that I would screw their protection if they thought that all this was theirs. I set the timer for 2minutes. I knew it was a risk in case the people in danger had fled, but they couldn't get out here anyway without it. We reached the tree-line and were out of sight before I heard the other. We then changed direction and headed the correct way.

My plan you ask? I saw the explosives and instantly came up with it. Use an explosive device to bring them to an area and have a secondary to take a few out. They may even think it went off by itself if we are lucky.

The thing is, the second explosion was quite a bit bigger than the first. All I could think of was that the other explosives had gone off too. This was confirmed when Sam said she had moved it closer to the doorway one.

I probably killed someone today but I'm not dwelling on it. I'm taking inventory instead. We reached our safe point before light faded. We thought a bit and realised we had missed out on a bigger haul of armour and equipment like night-vision goggles, but we couldn't do much about that now, and in fact we wouldn't have been able to deal such a blow. We stole a lot of weapons, though we may ditch some if there's too much trouble and we destroyed the rest...

But still I'm troubled. I just hope those people were able to get out. They'd have more chance of survival with Rani in a room if they stayed there.

I wanted to head back but Sam brought me to my senses, and I became as afraid as she was. We had screwed over some big-ass bad guys with guns and the left behind equipment of the best of the best. But then who dares wins. We dared them today... Can I really compare myself to the SAS? I'd say never again.

We realised something though. We don't have a proper plan now. I sort of thought I would think of one when I got to the camp, but now I don't have one at all...

I will say though, for now, I cannot state what weapons we have. Or their state or anything of the sort. I must keep secrets for our safety.

I hope you make another day