Glen Tate - 299 Days: The Community

Book One 299 Days: The Preparation

Book Two 299 Days: The Collapse

Book Three 299 Days: The Community

Book Four 299 Days: The Stronghold

Glen Tate has a front row seat to the corruption in government and writes the 299 Days series from his first-hand observations of why a collapse is coming and predictions on how it will unfold. Much like the main character in the series, Grant Matson, the author grew up in a rural and remote part of Washington State. He is now a forty-something resident of Olympia, Washington, and is a very active prepper. Glen keeps his real identity a secret so he wont lose his job because, in his line of work, being a prepper and questioning the motives of the government is not appreciated.

Off in the distance, Grant heard the unmistakable sound of car wheels on a gravel road. There was a low rumble with the crackle of the tires on the crushed gravel. Then he heard a radio crackle. It was one of those little Motorola ones Grant used in the Cedars. Paul had it on his belt for his turn doing the watch.

It was John. We have visitors. Lots of them. Come quick. They jumped up and headed toward the guard shack. Chip had an AR and Paul had a shotgun. Mark had his revolver and Tammy was unarmed. All Grant had was his pistol, which was always on him. His AR was in the cabin.

He was scared to death. Visitorslots of them, sounded like a motorcycle gang. It was only about 100 yards to the guard shack. Grant had never run so fast; the adrenaline was pumping.

They ran out onto the road, exposing themselves. Grant and Chip quickly found some cover. Paul, who was winded because he was so heavy, just stood in the middle of the road panting. Mark and Tammy stood by him, helping their son.

John had his 30-30 with a scope aimed down the road. The sound of the cars on the gravel road got louder. They were moving slowly. Was that a good sign or a bad sign? Were they slowly advancing, like professionals?

Then he saw it. The most beautiful sight ever: Pows white Hummer. And, oh goodness, Drew and Eileens car. Then, Lisas Tahoe! Wait. It must be a car that looked like hers. It couldnt be hers. But, it had to be because that was Drew and Eileens car!

It was hers! He recognized the license plate. No way!

Grant was elated. He ran up to John yelling, Dont shoot. Theyre friendlies! John lowered his rifle and Grant ran down the gravel road toward Pows Hummer, and holstered his pistol, which was hard to do when he was running. Pow flashed his headlights. It was them!

Grant ran up to Pows Hummer, looked in to make sure it was him, and kept going right past the other vehicles to Lisas Tahoe.

He saw her in there. The kids, too! Grant tried to open her door. It was locked. Of course. They had driven through a war zone to get there. She unlocked the door. He ripped the door open and screamed, Thank God youre here! Thank God!

Grant started hugging Lisa. He looked her straight in the eye and said, Theres the hug I meant to give you the other night.

She started bawling. The kids were screaming, Daddy! They were getting out of the Tahoe and jumping around with Grant and Lisa. Pow got out and watched. He felt a tear roll down his cheek. The other guys on the Team were taking it all in; Grant reunited with this family and all the great cabins and the beautiful scenery. Pow had told them this place was great. He wasnt kidding.

The next hour or so was a blur to Grant. Drew and Eileen were crying, too. Grant was just running around showing all the cool stuff off at the cabin that would allow them to make it. Make it as a family. Things like the guard shack, and telling them about fishing, Mary Annes canning, the nightly BBQs, the neighbors, and introducing the Team to the neighbors. It reminded Grant of his bachelor party, which had all of his friends from the various phases of his life. Grant was the one guy all the guests had in common. They didnt all know each other, but they all knew Grant. He was the common thread, and all his friends were in one place. It felt great.

Then something strange happened. Something Grant never saw coming. He was pissed at Lisa. She was pissed at him. Once the initial elation wore off, they were mad at each other. It made no sense, except that both of them had been so mad at each other for days. Intensely mad. The maddest theyd ever been in their whole lives.

Grant was mad at Lisa for not coming out to the cabin earlier, for not being thrilled about getting the cabin, and for not understanding, let alone approving, of his prepping for what had happened. He had been right the whole time and she had been fighting him the whole time.

Lisa was mad at Grant for abandoning the family and leaving them in danger. Just taking off for politics. For being part of the WAB troublemakers instead of living a normal life. For not being a normal lawyer living in a normal subdivision and enjoying normal things, like golf. No, Grant had to be a terrorist and live out in the woods somewhere. He had been so worthless around the house for so many years and now he was Mr. Lets Go Live Out in a Cabin?

So, after about the first hour, things got tense between Grant and Lisa. They both kept telling themselves that they were together and safe and thats all that mattered, but they both couldnt help wanting to say to each other, this worked out despite all the stupid shit you did.

It was like an old wound. Like scar tissue. There had been wounds from the past. They were healing, but the scar tissue was there and the injury was still tender. Grant and Lisa felt themselves falling into their old debating routines with each other; Grant being pissed that Lisa didnt support his prepping and Lisa being pissed that Grant had caused so much trouble for the family.

The hug. This is just like the hug. Dont make the same mistake again, Grant told himself. In marriage, its better to be happy than to be right, Grant remembered his Grandpa telling him. The scars needed to heal for good. No more of that. Grant and Lisa didnt have the time or the luxury of bickering about who was right. They had to pull through as a family right now. Bickering and being right could get them killed. At a minimum, it would make them miserable out in the boonies with nothing to do but argue. No. That was done.

Honey, Im sorry for all thats happened, Grant said when no one was around. We need to get along out here, and Im willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen. He held his arms out for a hug.

Lisa was reluctant. She knew that hugging him meant the argument was over. She wanted to tell him what an asshole he was. She wanted to tell him how much harder life would be out here without all her stuff, but she was tired. She was sick of all the fighting. Shed had the most stressful day of her life today, and wanted to have a husband again. Maybe not the normal suburban husband she had before all this. But her husband. He wasnt so bad, after all. He had prepared a safe place for them with all they needed. Maybe not all they wanted, but all they needed. He was kinda cute, too. He was the love of her life, even though she still had no idea why.

She hugged him. It was warm. It was soft. It felt like home. Not a house kind of home. But the comfort of being with the ones you love. She still wouldnt say she was sorry; he would figure out she was because she was hugging him. Thats all he would get. After all he put her through, an out loud sorry was not going to happen. Hed put up with it. He always had.