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

door, but it was covered with the linoleum flooring, so it didn’t stand out.
    “Wow, I didn’t see that before,” Charlie said. He pulled up on the door and laid it back. There was a stairway leading down.
    “Maybe this is the light switch,” Hilda said, pointing to one on the wall next to the trap door. She switched it on, and the lights came on below.
    “There you go,” Charlie said, getting onto the stairway.
    “Lot of underground stuff here,” Hilda said, as she watched Charlie climb down the stairs. “Be careful down there.”
    “Wow, check this out,” Charlie said. Hilda climbed down.
    The room was large, with shelves all around, and a big table in the middle. It was fully stocked with canned and dry goods, along with cleaning supplies and other household stuff, in industrial sized containers.
    “Well, we won’t have to buy food for a while,” Hilda said.
    “We’d better check the dates on this stuff. Some of it might be too old.”
    “Maybe,” she said. “What’s behind that door?” She pointed to the far end of the room.
    “Let’s check,” Charlie said, walking over there. He opened the door and hit the light switch. “Holy crap, this is connected to the bunker under the barn.”
    They walked down the long hallway, and into the main part of the bunker, where the barn trap door was. Charlie hit the light switch.
    “This is a workshop,” Hilda said. “What’s all that stuff?”
    “Reloading equipment, and gunsmith tools,” Charlie said.
    “Oh,” Hilda said. “What’s behind those doors?”
    “Living quarters,” Charlie said. “C’mon, I’ll show you.”
    Charlie opened the door to the left, and hit the light switch. There was a short hallway with several doors on one side. Hilda followed him in.
    “Why isn’t it musty down here?” Hilda said. “The air smells fresh.”
    “There’s got to be some vents somewhere,” Charlie said. He opened the first door. There was a bed, a dresser, and a closet there.
    “Somebody was living in here,” Hilda said.
    “Looks like it, huh?” he said. They went into the next room, which was another bedroom just like the first. The door after that was a bathroom, and the final door was a laundry room, with dusty old machines and a big sink.
    “Where’s the kitchen?”
    “Other door,” Charlie said. “C’mon.” He led her out of there and back into the workshop area. Then he opened the other door and hit the light switch.
    “Wow,” she said. The right side of the room was a normal looking residential kitchen, with all of the appliances you’d expect, and a phony window over the sink with frilly curtains. On the other side of the room was a large living room, with two couches, a couple of recliners, and an electric fireplace. An ancient 25 inch TV sat against the side wall. On the back wall was a good sized bar, with six stools.
    “Ah, I wanted to check out the bar,” Charlie said, grinning. “Didn’t have time earlier.”
    “Figures,” she said. “Ger would have been in hog heaven down here.”
    “I’m going to call this the lounge,” Charlie said, chuckling. He got behind the bar and rubbed his finger on its surface. “Dusty as hell.”
    “Big surprise,” Hilda said. She pulled out one of the bar stools, dusted it off with her hands, and sat down, feeling the padded elbow rest that went around the outside.
    “The mother lode!” Charlie said, laughing. “This is fully stocked. There’s a little fridge under the bar, too.”
    “Well, now I know where to find Jeb and Rosie,” Hilda said, grinning.
    “Whoever built this was one paranoid son of a gun, you know,” Charlie said.
    “Obviously. We can use this place, though. You know twister season starts up in November.”
    “I know,” Charlie said. “I wonder how long we’ll be able to stay here.”
    “I’m wondering the same thing, but let’s not worry about it now. Let’s just enjoy this place while we can.”
    “We need to get a meeting together,”