"Love and War" Chapter 1 Part 2

Nancy Czerwinski By Nancy Czerwinski, 22nd Feb 2015 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/1-q2nc3c/
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This is the first chapter and second part of a fictional story that begins with World War 3. It is all about survival in extreme conditions. There will be compassion, love and strength among survivors. You will see strength that comes form the human soul.

A day like any other day

Survival is on everyone's mind. In the distance loud explosions can be heard at intervals. It is part of what the new normal consists of in the war torn town.. Winter temperatures have been exceptionally cold. Max started out for the food pantry earlier than normal. The cold temperatures would mean it would take longer to heat the food pantry. Max walked the few blocks from where he was staying to help in the kitchen. Max stayed in a safety zone that provided him with warmth and protection. It wasn't a fancy hotel or for that matter any type of hotel. It was an old rooming house that slept at least 100 people on a cold night. Max was fine with staying there. He had a warm bed and there was enough heat in the building to keep the chill away. Since it was a safe zone the owners were given generators to keep the lights on and the electric space heaters going. When Max left in the morning he was heavily armed because it was a very dangerous time. The only thing that would keep the crime down would be the extreme cold temperatures. There was no law enforcement and the army trucks that did come through were there only to deliver supplies. It was every man, woman and child for themselves. Everyone tried to help when needed. People used a bartering system. If someone knew how to do something he then exchanged his services for something he may need. Coffee was high on the demand list. Tea was another commodity used for bartering. Max knew how to fix things. Therefore he was very much in need on a regular basis.

Ingenuity

When the war first began the supply trucks brought generators to the safety zones. Gasoline was needed to keep the generators up and running. It was in short supply and it was being rationed. Fortunately for the Food pantry they were given enough gasoline each day to keep the generators running. The generators provided enough energy for cooking food and keeping the cafeteria lights on and the heat going. Max would start the generators early in the morning for the kitchen crew. The ladies cooked the food and there were men to serve the food. This morning was no different than any other morning. Max helped carry the food in from the supply truck and placed it on the long stainless steel kitchen counter. The one really good thing about stainless steel was that it was easy to keep clean. Max could smell the fresh bread and it looked like sharp cheddar cheese was on the menu. There was butter and jam for the bread along with eggs, coffee and milk. Freshly brewed coffee always tasted so good. There was only non dairy creamer but that was fine. Everyone loved it. The milk was usually reserved for the children and if any was left over then the adults would get it. Max's friend Jane had whipped together some blueberry muffins. Max didn't question where the ingredients came from. He was just glad they were on the menu. It was definitely going to be a treat for everyone.

Plans for a new day

Max carried his plate of food over to one of the tables in the corner. There was no such thing as being alone because there were people everywhere. The only advantage to sitting in the corner was that he was near to the kitchen if Jane should want him to do something. After breakfast was over and everyone left the building Max would sweep the floor and carry the garbage outside and place it in a large container. Once a week an army truck would come along and pick it up. Max smiled when he thought about it because that was as close to city amenities that they had. He didn't know where the army trucks took the garbage and he really didn't care. All he knew was that it was a good thing that it was gone. The ground was frozen solid and they wouldn't be able to bury it. Max had heard stories of what people used to do before garbage trucks. They would bury their garbage in their back yards or in fields. Then things changed and there were landfills and garbage trucks and it became a business. Landfills caused methane gas and that was a whole different problem. Before the war there had been a strip mall built on a garbage dump. The city had wanted the revenue from the mall so the city engineers said that building the mall was no danger to anyone. As the months went by the fumes from the methane gas drifted up from the dump. It became a dangerous situation and they had to close the mall. The builder filed bankruptcy and the city was left with the empty mall. When the mall was closed there were stores half built. All building stopped and the buildings remained as half built structures. There was no money to take them down and clear the land so everything remained just as it was when the mall was closed. Max wondered if it was decisions like this that caused the havoc they were living through now. He did know that scientists were learning how to make methane gas into electricity. That was something that he found very interesting. The war had put everything on hold. The possibilities for the future were astounding if peace could come to the world.

Provivisons

There was so little to be had during this cold war. Max would barter his services for necessary items. On one of his service calls he managed to fix an old generator in exchange for a package of candles. He didn't need them for himself but he was going to give them to his friend Jane. He knew for a fact that the place where she stayed also used generators but the people that ran her rooming house turned all the lights out early every evening. Jane liked to read and these candles would be a blessing to her. He wasn't sure when he was going to give them to her. She was always busy preparing food and planning for the next day. Max gave her credit because she had connections around the city and when she needed supplies for the kitchen she would usually get it. Today was the blueberry muffins. They melfted in your mouth with each and every savory bite.

Bath houses

The army was sent to build bath houses for all the people in town. There were only two and they looked like an army barracks. It was little more than a long building with shower stalls placed side by side. The men rigged up a water tower to use for bathing. It was actually recycled water but it was a blessing for everyone. The building was warm and soap and towels were provided. The towels were made little better than thick paper and they were discarded after being used. It wasn't a bad idea to use the throw away towels to keep bacteria and germs under control. Max took advantage of the warm showers in the evening. His muscles would ache after a day of helping with whatever needed done. He could feel his age. He certainly wasn't old but he felt his years.

To be continued....


All pictures have been shared from Wikimedia Commons

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Cold, Deliveries, Gasoline, Generators, Pantry, Stainless Steel, Survival, Warmth

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
I'm a mother and a grandmother. I love to write and be creative. If I can make one person smile I've done what I set out to do.

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author avatar Retired
23rd Feb 2015 (#)

Excellent post!

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
24th Feb 2015 (#)

Johnnydodd, thank you so much for moderating my story.

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
23rd Feb 2015 (#)

Thank you so much for reading my story. I think Max is growing on me. I like him as a person. I get close to my characters. I wonder if other people do?

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author avatar Judy Ellen
23rd Feb 2015 (#)

You are a very talented writer with a great imagination and your story really captured those moments of what things would be like if we had a world war three! Excellent job!

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
23rd Feb 2015 (#)

Judy, thank you so much for stopping by to read Part 2 of my story. I'm really enjoying Max. He is such a good person. A loner yes but nevertheless a good person. I'm so glad you enjoyed it.

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author avatar Kingwell
23rd Feb 2015 (#)

It seems that they are lucky to have someone like Max. Good share. Blessings.

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
23rd Feb 2015 (#)

Kingwell, I think I've taken all the good from my dear friends on Wikinut and created a very helpful man in Max. Thank you so much for reading Part 2. Blessings to you!

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author avatar Jenny Heart
24th Feb 2015 (#)

Exceptional!

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
24th Feb 2015 (#)

Jenny, Thank you so much for taking time out of your day to read my story. I'm so glad you liked it! Blessings to you!

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author avatar Carol Roach
24th Feb 2015 (#)

this story is well thought out,

the underground water pipes are busting her in Montreal, because they are frozen, this winter has been way too cold

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
24th Feb 2015 (#)

Carol, thank you so much for reading Part 2 You are the best! Smiles to you this morning and stay warm!

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author avatar Rama devi nina
24th Feb 2015 (#)

We need more Max's in this world... :)

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
24th Feb 2015 (#)

Rama, thank you so much for stopping by to read my story. You are the best. I agree we do need more Max's in the world. I like to think of Max as a combination of all the good in the people on Wikinut. Only I would think of something like that! LOL

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
25th Feb 2015 (#)

Max is the man of the moment, more than a handyman. Like in our lives, God appears in many forms when we need Him most but we have to fight for our survival to live another day. Thanks Nancy, we don't need World War 3 to wake up, knock sense to us! siva

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
25th Feb 2015 (#)

Siva, thank you so much for taking time out of your day to comment. I value every comment you make. I really and truly think that you are here to share guidance and peace. You are the best!

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author avatar Sherri Granato
25th Feb 2015 (#)

Blueberry muffins sound delicious! Interesting story, Nancy. I am sure that if we could see underground that we would be shocked by the amount of garbage and how many buildings have been placed above those piles.

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
25th Feb 2015 (#)

Sherri, thanks for reading my story. You are so right about the garbage. It's not only underground but in rivers and the ocean too. Smiles to you today and always!

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author avatar Utah Jay
27th Feb 2015 (#)

As an old Marine I see how valuable Max is, I think I must of met him someplace, or I would like to. Did I tell you that we store food and water, mostly for some kind of natural disaster. I think it is a good idea to be prepared...Great story

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
27th Feb 2015 (#)

Utah Jay, thank you so much for reading Part 2 of my story. Max does sound like a marine doesn't he. Thanks for pointing that out. My family is filled with them. I should have spotted that in a heart beat. My son used to know some Mormon sisters and they told me how there family store food and water for whatever may come. I've been saving food and water forever and a day. I believe in being prepared. It's too bad we don't live near each other. We could trade notes. You are the best!

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
27th Feb 2015 (#)

Sorry Utah, I was typing so fast that I spelled there wrong it should have been their. Blessings to you.

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