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

was hiding in, and jumped up on the dashboard, scanning the area. Lucy noticed him from her bed, raising her head and cocking it. Then she put her head back down on the edge of her bed and sighed.
    “She’s glad we’re settling,” Frank said.
    “I know,” Jane replied. “Mr. Wonderful has been hiding most of the time since we left Gabe’s place. I think he can sense when we’re nervous.”
    “You nervous now?” Frank asked.
    “Not as bad as I was. I feel safe here so far, with the state being closed up. Plus we have your apps to tell us if the bad guys are coming. You checked it lately?”
    “Oh, yeah, I check it about every twenty minutes,” he said. “Nobody anywhere near us. That group of icons is still sitting at the base, but I think those guys are all dead. They would have moved by now.”
    “What’s your plan for the rest of the day?”
    “Try to get the internet running,” Frank said.
    “Is there Wi-Fi?”
    “I doubt it,” Frank said. “I’ve been checking all of the usual places for antennas. I haven’t seen any yet. I doubt that the satellite system here is going to have a lot of bandwidth, anyway. Maybe we can fix that, though. Jake probably has a lot of equipment we can use in that bobtail of his.”
    “Hopefully,” Jane said. “If not, there are a few places in town. It’s larger than I expected. They have a big Walmart. We went there before we left.”
    “Really? What for?”
    “Household stuff, mainly,” Jane said. “Bedding for the trailers, for instance.” She got a sly smile on her face.
    “What?”
    “Trish. Talk about a woman in full nesting mode. She bought all kinds of stuff for her trailer. We asked her if she decided to move in with Terry. You should have seen the look on her face. She’s really got a case for that boy. Then she told us that she hadn’t agreed to that yet, and that she was going to be very coy. She’s loving this.”
    “Yeah, well Terry worships the ground she walks on, I can tell you that,” Frank said. “He spent a lot of time getting those trailers ready. You should have seen him run to the gate when the group was coming down the road.”
    They both laughed.
    Charlie and Hilda were finished getting their rig set up. They walked over to the clubhouse together. Hilda looked around.
    “Pretty messed up,” she said.
    “You should have seen it when we first got here. Somebody swept it up and put the furniture back where it belongs. There was broken glass all over the floor, and the elements were starting to get a foothold near the window openings.”
    “The place probably went through a few winters with no windows,” Hilda said. “Actually, considering that, it doesn’t look too bad. How’s the kitchen?”
    “No broken windows in there, so it’s in better shape,” Charlie said. “I’ll show you.” They walked over to the swinging door and pushed in.
    “Oh, wow, this isn’t bad at all,” she said. “I like this more than the kitchen in my place, in some ways.”
    “Yeah, it’s pretty nice. We have running water. I’ll have to find the water heater.”
    “Is it electric or gas?”
    “Good question,” Charlie said. “I need to spend more time looking around. I assume this place is on propane, but I haven’t found any big tanks around yet.”
    Hilda opened the door of the walk-in fridge. “Phew!” she said, shutting the door quickly.
    “Yeah, I know, we have some cleanup to do in there. I didn’t turn it on, because I figured we’d want it warm when we’re in there cleaning.”
    “Maybe we ought to leave the door blocked open to air it out,” Hilda said.
    “Good idea,” Charlie said. He took hold of a step stool over by the counter and used it to block the door open.
    “Where’s the pantry?” Hilda asked.
    “Don’t know. There’s a door on the other side of the stage, but that wouldn’t make sense as a pantry. Too far away.”
    “What’s that?” she asked, pointing to the floor. There was another trap