Free Bug Out! Part 8: RV Park Terror by Robert Boren

tested all the power masts,” Gabe said. “Any of you not have surge protectors?”
    Nobody raised their hands.
    “Good, then I say we just hook up and hope for the best,” Gabe said. “There are about two hundred spaces in this joint, so we should be able to find eight good ones. I’d try the power before doing everything else, though”
    “The power works on all of the trailers,” Terry said. “I checked them out, and turned on the refrigerators.”
    “How many?” Trish whispered.
    “A 5 th wheel and four travel trailers,” he replied quietly. “Dobie’s taking the 5 th wheel. Gabe already picked his trailer out. There’s three left...one will be extra, assuming you want to move in with me.”
    “We’ll see,” she said, with a sly grin on her face. She kissed him lightly, just a peck on the lips. “Let’s go look at them.”
    The coaches started to move out as Terry and Trish walked towards the trailers. Jake trotted over and caught up with them.
    “Oh, cool, I know which one I want,” Jake said, as they walked up. He was looking at the classic older coach.
    “That one is classy, but it’s a little small,” Terry said.
    “It’s just gonna be me, so no problem there. I’ll pull the bobtail right next to it…it’ll make a nice storage unit.” He trotted over to it and went in the door.
    “That leaves these two,” Terry said, pointing. They were standing in front of the one he liked the best.
    “Well, let’s take a look,” Trish said.
    Terry opened the door and held it for her as she walked inside. She silently looked it over, looking in cabinets, sitting at the dinette and the couch, then checking the bathroom. She opened the fridge and cold air flowed out over her. Then she looked at the bedroom.
    “Well?” Terry asked.
    “Let’s go check the other one,” she said in a business-like manner.
    “Okay,” Terry said. They left the trailer and walked over to the other one. It was much closer to Jake’s trailer. Jake came out and saw them.
    “Hey, honey, I’m going to move the bobtail over here and start stocking up my trailer. I’ll back it up to whatever one you choose after I’m done.”
    “Okay, dad,” she said. “That’s
is
a classy looking trailer.”
    “Yeah, I’ve always liked the look of these. It’s a mid-60s model, but somebody gave it a lot of TLC over the years. It’s got solid wood cabinets. Beautiful.”
    Terry opened the door on the second coach. Trish walked past him, and went through the same routine she did in the first one, silently looking it over. Terry just sat and watched her.
    “What do you think?” Terry asked her. He was nervous, and it showed.
    “They’re both suitable,” she said, still in her business-like manner. “Let’s go look in the other one again.”
    Terry nodded, and followed her over there. They got inside.
    “The air conditioning work?” she asked.
    “Sure does,” Terry said proudly. “Want to see?”
    “Yes, turn it on,” Trish said. As he turned it on she shut the door, and walked over behind him. When he turned, she was right there. She looked up at him and smiled.
    “See, told you,” he said, as the cold air flowed around them. “Which one to you like the best?”
    “I could live in either, but I like this one the most.”
    “Why?” Terry asked.
    “Because it’s further from my dad’s trailer, and I think we’ll need the privacy,” she said, watching his face. She smiled and pulled him in for a kiss. It wasn’t just a peck.
    The motorhomes were all parked in spaces. Only one had a bad power mast, the one that the Sheriff picked. He moved to the next spot, and it was fine. Everybody was busy setting up their households for the next couple of hours. It was a warm day, and you could hear air conditioners starting up.
    Frank finished his hookups and came inside the coach. Jane was puttering in the kitchen.
    “Hungry?” she asked.
    “Sure, I could eat,” Frank said.
    Mr. Wonderful crept out of the corner he