Radioactive and The Decay Dystopian Super Boxset- A Dirty Bomb and Nuclear Blast Prepper Tale of Survival by Roger Hayden, James Hunt

smart.” The soldiers around the tents kept eyeing Jim suspiciously. “They want me to convince Matt to give them the information they’re looking for.”
     
    “And what happens if you can’t convince him?”
     
    Jim looked over at Annie, huddled next to Coyle. She had her arms wrapped around his leg and was glancing up at the soldiers around her. Jim saw Samantha follow his line of sight.
     
    “Oh God,” she said.
     
    “It won’t come to that.”
     
    “It might,” a stern, cold voice said from behind him. When Jim turned around, he saw the same sergeant who had his gun against his temple no less than twenty minutes ago. “You give me any trouble on this trip and I’ll put a bullet in your head, right after I make you watch me put one in each of one of them,” the sergeant said.
     
    “Sergeant Hult,” Locke said from behind the two of them, “will you join me for a moment, please?”
     
    “Yes, Sir!” Hult said.
     
    Coyle walked over to Jim, who had his eyes on Locke’s tent. “What’d Captain stars and stripes want?”
     
    “We’re going on a trip. I need you to come with me,” Jim said.
     
    “Why do I get the feeling that we’re going to do something dangerous?” Coyle sighed.
     
    Jim saw Hult exit Locke’s tent with a grimace on his face. Whatever Locke had said to him, he wasn’t happy about it. Hult marched towards Jim and slammed his shoulder into him as he walked by.
     
    “We leave in an hour,” he said, not making eye contact.
     
    It didn’t take long for Jim and everyone to pack. They barely had anything to bring with them. When the two trucks Jim saw rumbling down the dirt path came to a halt in front of them and he saw one of the soldiers jump out, his jaw dropped. The soldier Jim recognized smacked on some gum with a smile on his face that stretched from ear to ear.
     
    “When they told me who I was picking up, I literally told my CO to shut the fuck up. He wasn’t very happy about it,” the soldier said.
     
    Jim laughed and stretched out his arms. The two men hugged and slapped each other on the back. Jim turned around and introduced everyone.
     
    “Sam, this is an old friend of mine, Brett Fox. Brett, this is my sister Sam, her daughter Annie, and my friend Coyle.”
     
    Brett shook Samantha’s hand, gave Annie a high five, and gripped Coyle’s hand so hard that he heard it pop. Coyle made sure he didn’t show the grimace on his face until Brett turned back to Jim. Brett introduced his partner to the group. He simply called himself Twink.
     
    “What are you doing here?” Brett asked.
     
    “It’s a long story, but it’s damn good to see you,” Jim replied.
     
    Annie grabbed Tigs’s cage and lifted it up. The cage rocked back-and-forth awkwardly, barely lifting from the ground. Tigs meowed uncomfortably from inside. Jim tried to convince Annie that Tigs would be safer at the camp, but Annie insisted on taking Tigs along. Coyle agreed with her.
     
    “Yeah, if we run out of food, at least we’ll have something to eat,” Coyle said.
     
    Ten minutes later, they were still trying to get Annie to stop crying.
     
    The truck rumbled off with Coyle in the rear truck with Hult and his soldiers while Jim, Annie, Samantha, Tigs, Brett, and Twink sat in the lead truck. Brett passed the time with old war stories of him and Jim. He kept it clean due to some of the company, but he wasn’t always successful.
     
    “So this dumbass comes running out of the bunker with a handful of grenade pins screaming his head off, and just before they go off, he jumps behind the barricade where I’m sitting with the bomb switch in my hand. I asked him what he was doing and he says, ‘Some redecorating.”
     
    Brett pulled up the sleeve on his arm and exposed a six-inch scar that ran along the top of his forearm. “Twenty stitches,” he said. “Some redecorating job.”
     
    “I got a black eye for that one,” Jim said.
     
    “That was almost twenty years ago,