"Up and over" DJ grumbled as the group hit the fence. He got down on all fours to create a human step up. Andy was the first to make the assent over the fence and was promptly tackled by one Tony Rimerez who was comming to the fence to investigate the commotion of the newest melee that just ended. Tony, oddly enough who is a coworker of Andy, was visiting a cousin this weekend down in Fellsmiere who happens to live in the development behind the EMS station. Once he realized that the person he just textbook football tackled was none other then his friend and coworker Andrew Tony was taken back and stopped his attack. Questions were asked and a dialogue began to take place between Tony, his family, and the rest of the group who were now one by one hopping the fence to come to Andy's aid. Troy wanted to head around the front of the EMS station to check on the condition of the Sherif officer, but the others talked him out of it.
Once the group was over the fence and were "safe" for the time being they moved inside Tonys cousins house and into the garage. A plan began to form on how everyone was going to try and make their way back up to the Melbourne area to reunite each member with the rest if their family's. Thoughts of travel by boat or by bicycle were tossed about. At this moment there was a slamming sound from the back yard as the perusing locals began to crash into the fence in the back yard. Tonys extended family rushed out to meet this threat head one and a scuffle broke out. After a few blows were landed the locals realized that they were fighting coworkers and friends which were Tonys cousin. The fight promptly ended as Martina (Tonys cousins name) talked down the enraged locals. They responded to him since he was their employer.
The group now joined by Tony and Martina inside Martina's garage were taking stock of their gear and resupplying began to talk more about possible routes North out of town. They seamed to settle on somehow getting a boat. At this point they noticed across the street a few neighbors of Martina apparently working on their truck in the glow of candle light presumably in an attempt to get it running. Martina told the others that they were the Smith family, a friendly lot of folk who are berry outdoorsy and they conveniently ran a kayak and canoe charter business. With this new information Troy, Tony, Dave and Martina sauntered off across the street to see if they could somehow purchase or rent a boat from the Smith family.
Martina started off the conversation with small talk with the Smiths to break the ice. After that Troy began to try his hand at apersuasion to see if they would somehow give up a boat. The first offer to rent a boat was promptly denied but then Tony and Troy asked if they could buy two and if they could how much would it cost. The Smiths told them it would cost $1000 to purchase two of their three seater canoes. Knowing the group had nowhere near that amount of cash on them Dave offered to trade them some cash and the two pistols the group had on them in exchange for the boats. Dave, in a failed judgement call told them that one of the firearms had the serial number removed "if they were in to that kinda thing." This prompted Old Man Smith to flat out deny the deal and pointed over to his Mosburg shotgun resting a few feet away and told the group to "get the hell off his property."
The four retreated back across the street and informed the others that the deal won't go thru. This prompted Jusin to jump into action. Moving with a purpose Jusin took one of the 9mm pistols and told the group "fuck this, I'm getting us a boat" as he walked off across the street to brandish his firearm he demanded the Smiths give a Goddamn boat.
This is where shit went south for the Smith family... Quickly...
I watched this situation tensely and saw that the boy and the father stepped back into the shadows. Troy had mentioned that there happened to be a ton of archery equipment in there. Once I saw Tony and Dave bolt across the street, I followed suit and rolled to the right of the truck. I remember drawing my bow across the hood but I'm not exactly sure what came out of my mouth. It was all moving too quickly. Tony charged right up on the kid who was reaching for his own crossbow.
ReplyDeleteThe father raised his mosburg and issued a threat.
All I truly remember was the *click* of the Mosburg. That's when closed my eyes and let the old Roscoe Jenkins Crossbow fly.
When I opened em back up Tony was on the ground with that twig of a 15 yr old hulking over him. I almost passed out thinking I hit Tony, but that kid was bleeding like a stuck pig.
They say it is often the quiet ones you have to watch out for in situations like this. All I know is that my intention was only to scare the kid with my machetes. Next thing I know, I am on my ass and seeing red. My control which is normally pretty tight slipped. Apparently, I hamstrung the kid, bitch-slapped his mama unconscious, and terrorized some little kid in the house. If things are not resolved soon, I hesitate to think what kind of person I will become. Am I slipping into darkness? Or was this a single occurrence? I must get to my family.
ReplyDeleteAfter the “incident,” I went into a shocked acceptance and simply followed the group on autopilot, hoping they could get me close enough to my family. I need to get home to protect them. That is my priority at this point. Nothing else matters.
It's ok, we've all had a rough night. That still doesn't explain the smirk you wore most of the night.
DeleteI also have a hazy dream of a Boy Scout troop and bottles of urine. That cannot possibly have been real could it? What sort of person dreams those kinds of dreams though? Has the loss of power and the changing of the laws of combustion messed with my head? I was a scout. To be dreaming of doing them harm, even if it was harmless and simply demeaning is truly frightening. This is worse than reading a Joseph Conrad novel. His character took a simple boat ride too. Or maybe it is more Martin Sheen and Apocalypse Now, the modern retelling of it. Maybe I should follow the cooks advice from now on, “Never get off the boat.”
ReplyDeletekeeping a low profile was my plan.send Dave and troy over to wheel and deal us a couple of boats from a gun trade.that didn't work,the instigator Justin created the next blood bath by stomping across street toward the kayak owners.i figured it was time to defuse this quick even tho i was still covered blood on fire mans jacket.i tried to get ahead of the group and get the drop on the shot gun dude but tony made it there first to the boy who was reaching for his crossbow.i drew the glock from my waist line and told him that we were taking the boats. he raised his shotgun and pulled trigger i cringed and the audible click was all the mossberg could muster.a flash of silver whooshed pass me and a hatchet was in bedded in the shoulder of the shotgunner.there grandpas full attention was on me now and swung wild with a bat, i spun him towards his garage and pushed him to the ground.i had no quarrel or needed not to kill anyone else but upon the old mans landing he smashed his head on a mower in the garage.i quickly ran to his side to start administering first aid.he was losing a allot of blood from his scalp.i looked to my right and saw Dave retrieving his ax from the gunners shoulder.dave started to apply direct pressure as well to his victim.my attention was drawn back to the door leading to house opening and shot gunners wife running out screaming.tony leapt to his feet and back handed her with the dull edge of the machete.she dropped to the ground.andy ran into the garage looking for bolt cutters.troy said there must be keys to unlock the boats .they began there hasty search.i stood and looked to the street and saw Justin had not even made it up the drive way yet.it was a whirl wind of activity .i looked up and saw troy with a wagon of bows ,food ,and tents.i put up a argument that we needed to be moving quick and not to shop but i was unheard.me and justin grabbed paddles and our canoe and began to run towards the communities gated entrance.the boats slide into black cold water of the river.we lauched and started our trek to our old camp site.our boat ramp at our campsite was empty so we paddled close. troy stepped out and slipped into the water he was nipped at in the leg by the local 5 foot gator from the area,dave was there on the spot to save him from being pulled under.in my haste i took a swim of shame too.i swam to edge where dave again yanked me to my feet.i shook off the cold and pulled the gear to the camp site.i quickly changed and grabbed some chow.i ripped the liner out of the fire jacket to lighten its weight and heard the clunking of paddles out at the dock so i grabbed a couple of the mens attention and ran to investigate.a pack of cub scouts and there leader where peering at our boats.the leader screamed "good morning." and i quickly responded "fuck off."he was taken back and told me "no need to be rude in front of the scouts".i figured i needed to get this group as far away from us possible do events that have happened in past with children.i flashed my pistol and he got the point.as he paddled his canoe away a piss bottle flew from our camp in there direction and hit an African american eight year dazing him as regained control of his canoe.i returned to camp and relayed what happened.i figured it was time to make a plan to get everyone to there familes.luckily we could reach nearly all of them by water ways.it is a long way to north brevard.
ReplyDeleteHoly shit! We are gamin'!
ReplyDeleteWell guys, that was quite an eventful night. I'm sure none of it will come back to haunt us in the future. I'm hoping we can bag a deer or snag a turtle or two for the road. We've got some rich mansion types across the river or we could just head out to the Indian River. I don't know if it is plausible to go gut the vehicles of their air bags (could they be used to make waterproof sacks)? We could also go raid that scout camp since everyone is up river.
ReplyDeleteI'm packing all my gear, loading up and paddling to Indian river before sunset. My thoughts are to tie off near Malabar road, hide the gear and hump it up to the last known whereabouts of my wife. She was visiting the horses out off Webber rd. If all else fails and she's not there at least we will have horse transportation and we will be on the way to everyone else's fambilies. Who's with me?
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