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across the road in front of our column and tried to block the backend, but that bus stalled and would not start. Two cars and our van turned around and ran back up Hwy 65. They chased us and ran the two cars off the road. We were in the lead and got away. As we pulled away, we saw them shooting everyone in the cars. While we are ashamed that we left them, we would have been killed also.”
    John told them, “In those circumstances, I would have done the same. You saved your kids.”
    The rest of the main body joined them and since they weren’t going on to Decatur, they stopped and fixed a big breakfast. John and Beth introduced the new people to the team and then filled the others in on their story, but kept the bunker out of the conversation.
    Pat’s husband, Mark Taylor, her 2 sisters and their kids had left Columbia, TN a week ago heading for the gulf coast. Looting and a riot had just about burned the whole town down and they had all lost their homes. Pat’s brother-in-law was murdered trying to find food for his kids. Two days into the trip, their leader snuck out before dawn with most of their supplies and their best truck.
     
     
     

Chapter 4
 
The Road Home
 
North of Decatur
 
June 2, 2020
     
     
                  John did not want to walk into a trap, so he sent scouts out in several directions to make sure there were no surprises besides the one across the bridge at Decatur. He sent one group to make sure that Mark was accurate about the bridge at I-65 being impassable. Mark was correct; it would take a week with a dozer to clear the wrecks off the bridge.
                  The other scouts were gone for two days and brought back a wealth of information. The area north of Decatur was safe and had law and order. The people were mainly farmers and were well armed and kept the trash from Decatur on their side of the lake. They had plenty of food and a lake for water. They had seen DHS vehicles and choppers, but had not been bothered by them so far.
                  The Decatur side of Lake Wheeler was a different story. When the power went out most of the guards left to go home to their families. The warden tried to get help, but with no electricity, little water and food running out he let the nonviolent prisoners go to be able to keep the most violent behind bars. The plan was working until one day a biker gang showed up and overwhelmed the guards. These were Aryan Nation thugs and they killed all guards and most of the minority prisoners. They put five of the prisoners, a live guard and a knife in a cell and left them to starve to death or eat the guard for supper.
    The scum then rode into Decatur, killed all of the police that they could find and started killing or raping all blacks and Mexicans in the town. Most escaped during the first day, but some tried to fight back and were killed. They captured over a hundred women and young girls and had them locked up in a hotel to be used and abused. All girls younger than ten were killed or run out of town. Local farmers had picked up a few, but they also found piles of dead men, women and children. They buried more than a thousand people during the first two days of the gang’s siege of the city.
    Scott had found a game warden that had some topographical maps of the area that had excellent detail. They spread the maps out and started making a plan of attack, but John quickly knew he had to get eyes on the gang to determine their strengths and weaknesses. He sent a team out to find a boat so they could go across the lake and infiltrate the city. The team quickly found a canoe with oars. John and Bill rowed across the lake above Decatur, to get a close up view of the enemy. They went across at night to make sure they weren’t spotted.
     
     
                  The streets of Decatur were empty at 5:00 a.m. There were a couple of rough looking men standing outside of a Value Inn and six more on the Decatur side of the