Part 4 (this is a long intro)

Unfortunately I was the one who opened the door so I was once again at the front of a stampede. If being a leader meant I would always be getting run over by the people who are supposedly following me then maybe I should have gotten out of it. Alas I didn't. Luckily I didn't get knocked over this time. As I entered the room I jumped to the side of the doorway and watched as the boys started exploring. From where I was standing I could see most of the room. It was full of computers (all off) and other electric devices that didn't make sense to me and probably didn't work. In the corner of the room there was  door leading down, I guessed, into a basement. Everything was covered in cobwebs. Hammy was, very excitedly, examining the computers, telling anyone who was interested what model they were or what year they were made. It turns out they were all very nice and fairly new.
Surprisingly, when Zach flipped a switch on the wall everything turned on. As everyone found a computer to mess with Sam and I made our way to the trap door. It was not locked so we just opened it. The doorway lead to a dark staircase that turned so that we couldn't see where it lead. Sam and I only stared at each other for a second before smiling and climbing down the stairs.
Now before the Apocalypse I had spent maybe a little too much time watching Indiana Jones movies, so I was very cautious not to set off any booby traps. Fortunately there weren't any, and now that I look back on it, that building was probably used so much that the people who used it didn't want to bother with constantly dodging their own traps.
Now sure I thought the computers upstairs were cool, but when you walk into a giant underground warehouse filled with guns, jeeps, planes, and helicopters it's easy to get a little over whelmed. Sam and I stood there staring as one by one the others came down the stairs to join us. The tunnel seemed to go on forever. Beyond all the cool weapons there were huge stores of canned food and further down the cave was a giant greenhouse. "Don't. touch. anything." I said slow and loud so everyone heard. They all looked disappointed, but nobody argued. We all walked down an aisle in the middle of the room and found that the end was a set of huge metal double doors.
"Okay this is obviously a base built for emergencies." I said as the youngsters gathered around me in front of the doors. "This is an emergency- No Jason that doesn't mean we can test drive the Humvee!- We will tell no one of this place. All anyone needs to know is that this is the youngsters... hideout, fort, base, whatever you want to call it. The thing is we cant let the town take control yet. Now this place probably isn't known of by the military or the government. It must be private, otherwise someone would be here. the owner must not have survived the attack..." And thus started the planing.
We brought all the canned food back to town telling Gramps that we had found a bomb shelter with these provisions, and that we would from now on use that shelter for the youngsters headquarters. Thankfully all the youngsters took the plans very seriously and everyone was in agreement... for the most part. There was a little conflict over who would be in charge of flying the helicopter.
Soon we were all studying manuals and getting the greenhouse planted. I set Hammy in charge of computers and aviation, and I had him pick who he wanted to help him. Zach used to work at a mechanic's shop so I had him take charge of the Jeeps, Humvees and the one tank. The greenhouse was given to Shawn the youngest of the youngsters (also known as shrimp or the sheep). He was so exited to be in charge of something, and being the sun of a farmer, he was very knowledgeable about taking care of a garden.
Hammy somehow (don't ask me I'm not that smart) got internet back on the computers. You have no idea how helpful youtube can be when your trying to learn self defense and hand-to-hand combat. Pretty soon we were all at headquarters learning how to use this stuff and how to fight with guns and our own hands. I realized I was building an army.

This is a long intro, and I'm afraid it will be a short ending...ish

Real or Not???

Okay I had a pretty crazy dream last night. Have you ever had a dream that after waking up you couldn't decide weather or not it was real? maybe when you were 4 right? Well I just had one of those last night. Now I don't think I can fly, I'm not searching my room for hidden treasure and I don't think anyone died. But I did have a visitor in my dream... DUN DUN DUN!

So the dream went on like any other, completely normal stuff mixed with extremely obscure events. I was actually in control of my body but not the rest of the dream, though I knew it was a dream.
As usual I was on an alien spaceship with some friends of mine (real world people) in the middle of an adventure. but this dream wasn't all about me... I wasn't the main character. In fact the main character was a girl. This is the first clue I had that this dream was not normal.
Well I don't quite remember details but I do know that there was fighting and someone showed up partway through the dream to help us. I know this person outside of the dream world- tel'aran'rhiod if you will- but unlike most dream worlders this character didn't go with the rules of the dream. It was as if she was having the dream and controlling it somewhat. She knew it was a dream too. Everyone else I have ever come across in my dreams was completely convinced they were in the real world. This person is the second clue that this was no average dream.
The third unusual (to a dream) thing that happened was we finished our adventure... I never get to finish dreams. Something was wrong here.
After we won, or whatever, we were all transported to the home of the person controlling the dream. I had been to this house quite a bit in my dreams but I had never seen it so accurately. Whenever I go anywhere familiar in my dreams they are very different than what is really supposed to be there. The only thing that was wrong was the pond was clean and the pool was gone. I count this as unusual so now four clues.
As if things weren't weird enough the new character gathered me and all my friends around. Wait They're still here? What are they doing here? normally people don't hang out in my dreams for this long. I forgot who some of the people were but I know they were all around sense the beginning. There's another weird thing. Any way so we all gather around and the person who seems to be controlling the dream explains (it's normal for me to forget exact words, even in real life) that she is really in the dream. Wait "the dream"? Is it mine? Is it yours? Is it the person I mentioned earlier who seemed to be the main character? I didn't ask. She says that she has linked telepathically to the dream... Odd... She says it's actually quite possible and just about anyone can do it. Even me?.. Apparently... As she explains to us that she is actually in the dream and that in the waking world we might be able to learn how to do this my dad comes up.
Apparently my mind still had some say on what happened. So my dad comes into the yard where we are talking and tells me that this is a waste of time and that I should be exited to learn how to make money and build things instead of this witchcraft. I explained to him that it was science not witchcraft, and it didn't take much time at all seeing as dreams are much faster than reality. Then I brought up the point that I could get rest at the same time cause I'm asleep the whole time. He questions this last point so I then have to go ask if it's true. Just as she's leaving I ask her "hey does this stuff take any energy?"
"A lot" was all she said before she left, probably to go get some real sleep.
once she left I went to the pool... the pool that had now reappeared. I had control over the dream. I jumped into the water... I could breath. Yep this was my dream now.... Then I woke up.

So was this a real? It was obviously a dream but were the people real?.. Oh I should ask my sister about her dream. I know she was one of the people that were supposed to be there. If we had the same dream then it's true. If she doesn't remember then nothing is answered. If she had a different dream then maybe it was just me and the person who was controlling everything. Asking the controller if she was telepathically linked to me would be awkward, and who knows whether or not the answer is true?... ish

Part 3

I kept running, and looking up, running and looking. SMACK! I had run straight into something hard and flat. I started to stand and look around. There were willow trees all around, I must have been close to the river. The wall I had run into was hidden by the branches of one of the trees. "You okay?" I turned my head (a little to quickly), that wasn't Zach's voice.

"Yeah I'm fine" I said as I noticed that my entire team was standing around the tree I had run into. "What are you all doing here?"

After a little awkward silence it was Sam who said "I was following a... well a bird." Then everyone started talking at once. As I listened I found that we all had been fallowing a brown owl to this point. I turned my attention to the what was behind the branches of the tree. I moved them aside and found concrete. Everyone joined me in trying to find a door, and soon we were all standing in front of a huge set of metal doors that of coarse were locked. I could feel the curiosity and mischief growing in the crowd of teenage boys around me. I almost got trampled while everyone rushed to the door and tried to pick the lock. In the bustle I didn't even see Hammy coming. 

I don't know how Hammy survived the two weeks he spent on his own, but when he found us I just had to let him in the group. Mostly I liked him cause he was funny, but he was also smart. Hammy helped to build our weapons for hunting and he actually got a computer working back at the base. So he was very useful, unless your in the middle of a stampede of exited boys. You see Hammy probably weighs about three hundred and fifty pounds, so I didn't stand a chance when he shoved past me, knocking me over. 

When I landed on the ground (and my already injured head) I thought I hit something small and hard. As I lay there in front of the doors I noticed that the ground I landed on was soft. I lifted myself up and saw the word WELCOME written across as large door mat, but I didn't see anything small or hard. As the boys all fumbled with the lock, I lifted the corner of the mat and found a shiny little key. It's amazing what some people will hide under the door mat. 

"Hey fellas!" I said, and they all looked at me. I showed them the key, and with slightly disappointed looks they all let me by. I stuck the key in the lock and turned it with no trouble. Then I pushed on the door. Nothing... I pushed again. Still nothing... A few of the boys got behind me and helped push. It wouldn't budge. We kept trying until finally someone behind me said "Did you geniuses try pulling?" The pushing stopped. All our cheeks reddened as we stepped back and I puled the door wide open, but all embarrassment faded as we looked into the room we had just discovered... ish

Post Apocalyptic deal continued

I thought it might be a while until my next update. I figured I would have to have a depressing dream or get sick... well I was wrong all I needed was to do some pre-cal.

Turns out Gramps was a very good leader. Everyone in our new little community looked up to him. I guess he kind of became the mayor of our little town. Pretty soon he was running everything, although he couldn't do it all himself. So he started looking for helpers. He gathered to most sane, kind, and intelligent people to help govern the little village. That was all good for him but I tried not to get too involved in governing this one place.
The more stories I herd the more I realized... (at this time I took a break from writing for a few days... but I spent the night before last throwing up, so I'm kinda in a post apocalyptic mood + I spent all morning yesterday watching Dr. Who.) Eghem ... I realized that my place wasn't here. I knew I couldn't just sit here and wait for the next attack. I had to move. But what could I do? These thoughts were all milling around in my mind while I was hunting. I had started hunting the day I met Gramps, and ever sense then I would spend half the day scavenging for food. After I met him, Sam started to go with me on these little trips. Then as they came other young people joined the hunting party. We never seemed to come home with enough food and what we did find usually wasn't all that tasty. Squirrels are very tough and all the ones we caught were rather scrawny. Coyotes are only worth killing for fur and to keep them from eating the squirrels. Rabbits were a treat when we could find them. Anyway I was hunting with Sam and the other youngsters (The name Gramps gave the teenage group of kids that hunted with me, about 20 kids altogether). We had split up into pairs to cover more ground. I was with a kid named Zach. He was a year older than me but for some reason he still thought of me as his leader, all the youngsters did, though I don't know why. For the first few weeks I tried to ignore the fact, but the more people came to our village for help, the more children would come to me for permission to join the youngsters (as if it was the coolest new club).
Zach shook me. Apparently I wasn't moving. "Hey quit daydreaming" he whispered "I just saw a something in the brush over there." He pointed to a clump of bushes where I could see a rather fat rabbit staring at us. It seemed to be trying as hard as it could to look like a clump of brown grass. I aimed my homemade bow (one of several attempts to make something that could actually launch sharp projectiles), but just as I was ready to take the shot a brown streak shot down from the sky like a chocolate lightning bolt. I caught a gimps of a owl snatching up my fat rabbit right before it returned to the sky.
My rabbit was gone. My nice, fat, tasty rabbit vanished before my eyes. In my anger I ran chasing the owl. No I didn't notice at the time that the rabbit was way to big for the owl to eat, and no I didn't find it odd that I could actually keep up with the flying owl from the ground...

gotta go to bed now... ish 

First Day of Winter

You know that first day of winter. Not the date on the calendar that says "First Day of Winter". I'm talking about the day when it's cold and wet and all you want is to sit next to a fire and drink hot tea or hot chocolate. Yeah, well that day should be a holiday, that way people like me wont be so depressed. That day always seems to be right when you don't want to do anything that involves effort or energy. It's always when you feel sleepy or in need of a good long book. At least that's how I always feel. But If it were a holiday maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

Schools should look forward to this day and estimate when it will happen. They should cancel all classes on that day and tell all the students and teachers to stay home and celebrate, and by celebrate I mean nap. 

Everyone should go home and enjoy a warm quiet house. They should avoid using computers or cell phones and all that stuff, and just rest. People can play board games, read books, and drink hot beverages. Non-electric gifts can be given and everyone has to eat soup for dinner. Nobody should change out of their pajamas, and half the day must be spent under a blanket (not counting sleeping at night). People should read the Bible and spend  some extra quality time in prayer. 

So basically this should be a day to be as lazy as possible. There should be very little preparation for this day, just enough so that you can eat and sleep without interruption. Just treat it like everyone used to do Sundays. If we did this once a year I would definitely look forward to the first day of winter. But as it is winter a a rather depressing time. It causes me to have weird/bad dreams, and it always overloads me with school (overload meaning I have to do any school).

Yes this would be a good holiday... ish

One or Some of my Guilty Pleasures

Well for some reason I try to seem a little less home schooled than some people. I try to be just a little... um... cooler, you might say, than other home educated children. Not that I think all home schoolers are nerds, some of the coolest people I know are home schooled. I'ts just that I sometimes find myself trying not to be the stereotypical home schooler. Well today I'm going to put away the "cool" and bring out the nerd in me...

I still like and play with LEGOS... Yes, you probably remember those little building toys, all colorful and awesome. Well at least they're awesome to me. I really enjoy making cool stuff with all those small pieces. I'm always upset when my brothers destroy what I make. I still argue with them over who gets certain parts. I even try to get the boys to put all the LEGOS away in their correct boxes. Maybe someday I will understand  that that will never happen.

I love the Lord of the Rings. I know way too many quotes from those movies-"They're taking the Hobbits to Isingard". And no I'm not a total LOTR fan, I haven't read all the books just The Hobbit and The Fellowship of the Ring. I can't wait for The Hobbit to come out! I wish I had a replica of every main characters weapon... I want Sting!!! I want them to make LEGO LOTR, that would just be epic!

Lets not start with Star Wars. We'll just say that I know that those big four legged robots on Hoth are called AT-AT's (All Terrain Attack Transport), and that the "chicken walkers" are actually AT-ST's (All Terrain Scout Transport).

Um I'm a Boy Scout... not exactly a guilty pleasures, but dorky none the less.

I LOVE TO SCARE PEOPLE!!! It's wrong I know, and rather unwise, but it's so fun... Until they smack you, or chase you into a corner, and tackle you to the ground, and... well it's just not fun afterward. It also makes you less likely to be scared by others. It's a good thing when people are just making fun and they try to make you jump, but if someone actually attacks you from behind I imagine your reflexes will be slower... this one isn't really dorky but it is a guilty pleasure.

I like to throw knives. I could stay outside for hours just counting how many times I can stick a knife in a piece of wood 15ft away. So far I can get about 3/4 accuracy... not bad for a beginner. 

I love blogging, nuf said...ish

Don't worry this isn't normal

Normally I'm really lighthearted and funny, but... I don't know... something came over me...

"Here we are" I say as my team rounded the corner of a building and came in view of the fort. That is if "fort" is the right word. Its been almost a year sense the thing fell out of the sky, and with it came the worst alien attack the earth had ever seen. Before that day I had never believed in extraterrestrial life, but as it turns out the government has been in contact with different alien races for the last fifty years. But about a year and a half ago they started losing contact with different planets. Nobody knew what was going on, and nobody imagined that this would.

Almost a year ago this huge "spaceship" flew down from space and landed here in Washington D.C. I wasn't there. Unfortunately I was home in California, so I had no warning when the monsters invaded. I remember it was a Friday and I was at work, my Dad was in the bay area working, my Mom was driving my sisters to music class and my brothers were at home. I was folding rags at the shop and stacking them in the cleaning cabinet when I heard distant thunder then I felt the ground shake. I had been in the shop a while now, but it had been fairly sunny last time I was outside. Then I got a phone call. It was my Dad. I remember wondering why he would call me when he's supposed to be at work. His voice was shaky, and I was immediately frightened. My Dads voice was never shaky. "Ben" he said quickly, "how's everyone?"

"I'm fine, but I'm at work." I said confused, "everyone who?" 

"Just get home and check on my family. Mom won't answer her phone an-" He was cut of and all I could hear was static. I was so scared, I didn't even think that my Dad was joking. I ran to my boss' office, told him I had to go, and grabbed his truck's keys. 

As soon I went outside I saw smoke rising in the north.  the smoke wasn't just rising from one spot. It seemed to be coming from the whole area. As soon as I was a mile away from the shop I hard more thunder. I just had time to look back behind me as I saw the little town become completely enveloped in flames. That's when the truck was thrown off the road and I was knocked unconscious. 

When I woke up there was smoke everywhere so you couldn't see more than a mile in any direction. I was still just outside the little town I used to work at. But there was no town everything was burnt to the ground and perfectly level. Every hundred feet there was a sort of post with a red light at the top. I tried to find a trace of the shop or my boss and co-workers, but there was nothing but ash. Just then I turned and ran. I ran as fast as I could toward home. Six miles later and out of breath I found the same thing as the last town. everything had been destroyed. Everything was replaced with lit up posts, and I was too devastated to move. I couldn't wonder what the post were. I couldn't even cry. I just stood there looking at the destruction of everything I loved. 

It must have been hours before I decided to go. I didn't know where but I went. I kept walking until my sorrow had turned to anger. I walked from town to town looking at the destruction. The giant round patches of ash weren't only in place of towns some where just in the middle of nowhere. That night I walked until my legs gave out and I fell. There I slept.

The next morning I felt someone shaking me awake. Before I even opened my eyes I knew I was back home and one of my brothers was waking me to show me something he had drawn, or maybe my Dad about to give me a lecture on laziness. But when I opened my eyes I saw that I wasn't in my room. I was laying in the ruble of a once rather large town that was now empty save for me and the person shaking me. I turned over to see who it was and looked into an old wrinkled face with eyes brightened by tears he was holding back. The man was covered in ash and babbling about... well... it's kind of obvious. It seemed that he had gone quite mad but I tried to listen to him. The things he said didn't make any sense, and I didn't say anything while he led me to a spot right at the edge of the town. He brought me to the the very edge of the explosion where apparently his house once stood. The explosion had only flattened and burned part of the house. The rest had been knocked over by the force of the explosion. It seemed that the bombs were very precise in how much ground they covered. As I looked back on all the towns I had walked through I remembered that they were all destroyed in perfectly round circles of about the same size. The old man started digging through the wreckage until he found a small picture frame. He looked at it for a moment then handed it to me as a tear rolled down his wrinkled cheek. I already knew what I was going to see but I looked at the picture anyway. It was an old picture all black and white. "She's beautiful" It was the first time I had spoken sense I grabbed my boss's keys and my voice was extremely crackly. The old man stopped mumbling and became very quiet.
The next few weeks I spent taking care of the old man who's name he never told me, so I just called him Gramps. Eventually he started making sense with his words and I got to hear his story. He had been driving through the country from work, like me when the bombs hit, and when he came home he found his home destroyed and nobody there.
About a week after I met Gramps I found another survivor. Sam had been on a trip to the grocery store for his Mom right before the invasion. It didn't take much deciding to call it an invasion. It seemed that the towns were all targeted, and all communication was down. In other words we couldn't use our cellphones.
Throughout the next month we found many survivors. Gramps and I tried to take care of all of them but it wasn't easy. Food was scarce, medicine was impossible to get, and winter was coming. We didn't stay at the  old mans burnt house though. We found a nice big house that was still intact out in the country, and that served as our base. Pretty soon we had a little community going. People from miles around came with nothing but horror stories about extreme loss. For some reason I made a point to listen to whatever I could. It was torture but I made myself listen.

This is way longer than I thought it would be. I'll finish it in another post. Sorry to make it sound so sad, and now that I've re-read it it looks pretty stupid, but I thought I should post anyway...ish