"Galen and Cameron went on to explain, both taking turns in telling me what they had seen and learned about the creatures that had so many similarities to the very popular drink we know as Java..."(Java Monsters 4)
War gaming some may call it. A fireside chat that was strategy mixed with stories of loss and tragedy. At times we would all 3 sit in silence for long periods of time. Each one of us had lost most of our family and friends. But one common thing we shared was our hunger to avenge the loved ones we had lost. An overwhelming thirst for blood. Revenge against these Java Monsters for the carnage they had dealt us all.
Each of us also have another common goal. Survival. We have someone waiting upon our safe return. Counting on us to rescue them. Soul mates and wives in hidden and secure locations. We must survive and return to them. But would they still be alive?
Galen @galenkp spoke of the Australian highland mountainside cave where his Supergirl and some close friends await his return. Heavily fortified with sensors, pitfalls, explosive trip wire munitions similar to the one used this very night, and many long range ballistics that his Supergirl is not afraid to use if threatened. He spoke of his younger brother Taraz, @tarazkp , who before sacrificing his own life to save Galens, discovered how the Javas were communicating. Vital Intel that Galen could not fail in delivering. To honor the sacrifice that Taraz had made.
Cameron @scubahead also went on to explain how He and His Milly @millycf1976 had escaped the first attack on the floating house they called Badger. How they had escaped underwater to a cavern that could only be entered through an underwater opening. A brutal attack on the narrow boat canal community liquifying nearly everyone there. Where they discovered the Java Monsters fear of being watered down. Weakened by the water that saved Cam, Mill, and a few of their brave friends.
I @krazzytrukker also spoke of my @pooky-jax who is hunkered down in N. FLA with our furr family in an underground bunker installed and fortified only a few months before the invasion. But time was an issue as her supplies would run out in a months time.
The Clock is Ticking...
We all had an urgency to press on. So after several rounds of campfire coffee, compliments of a well prepared Galen and his Toyota Big Dog 4 Wheel Drive and Offroad Survival Trailer parked nearby. We all agreed that we could sleep when we are dead.
At daybreak we had one more round for the road.
Plans were agreed upon that we would all move onward to the next drop point. But in stages. Each stage leap frogging the others for cover and protection. Galen would shadow Cam and my leap frogging. It was nearly 20 miles to the foot of the mountains where the next runner awaits.
The Mountain Biker...
@dandays is a runner with a well know reputation. A never say die, fearless mountain biker. An expert hiker and photographer who is the only person left alive that can navigate the maze of mountain trails to deliver the priceless intel. Rumours swirl about his recent relapse into alcoholism and Sine Off allergy medications. But DeeAye, as his frienemies call him, is trusted by the military in the mountain compound above him to protect and warn them.
A job He does not take lightly as he delivered his wife Pura there for medical treatment for internal injuries from a Java Monster attack.
