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Trinity had it rough since they’d opened the bunker; first her Uncle Jack had died in her arms and shortly afterwards she’d nearly died of the same thing and her body had changed as she’d gotten better. She had had a shocking revelation that her body had changed when she woke and it was because her cot had collapsed which was followed by the destruction of everything she touched. She was a beast and felt as if suddenly she was a danger to everyone around her so she had  retreated to her room and discovered that she still needed to eat which spoiled her plan of solitude and forced her out and into the cafeteria.

She had to use all the control she could muster to fetch a bowl of soup and a spoon then find a place to stand and eat because she couldn’t trust them to support her weight. 

She was alone now that her Uncle had died and she knew that the world beyond these doors was not the one she had left when she had been evacuated into the bunker. Worst of all was the fact that she was now too clumsy to handle her Total Station or any of the other survey equipment she and her uncle had brought inside with them when they came here; last thing any surveyor would give up would be their equipment.

Her uncle had kept up her spirits by telling her how useful they could be with their skills tools in rebuilding the world and she’d actually found something to look forward to till old Jack died and now her curse. 

[b]”Oh well I can at least use my strength to bury Uncle Jack  better than I did”[/b] she said to herself as she set her bowl down as gently as possible and even managed to put her spoon in it without breaking it.

She walked outside and went to where she’d buried her Uncle and was annoyed when she saw that something had already tried to dig him up. Well she could solve that by burying him so deeply that you’d need an excavator with a twenty foot arm. 

She had to walk about a mile from the bunker before she found a backhoe half buried in sand and mud with its bucket arm sticking up from the muck by the river. At first she was worried that she didn’t have any tools till she found that her brutal grip gave her all the tools she needed to remove her prize a 1 yard bucket. 

While she worked on freeing her prize a gator/croc slipped up on her and she only knew of it’s presence was it came boiling out of the water like a scaled explosion of muscle. She spun kicking it in the face like it was an attacking dog and should have had her leg crushed in its mouth but instead she had sent the creature spinning across the water like it had been in a high speed crash.

Trinity sat there a moment or two looking across the river at the crumpled creature and thinking how it was proof she was a hazard to everyone around her. There were others in the water but they seemed less interested in her after witnessing the spectacular demise of their former friend and now lunch.

Once she had free’d the bucket Trinity headed back to her uncle’s grave and decided to move him to the high ground about 50 yards away. She launched herself into her somber task using all her strength and her backhoe bucket to excavate a hole that grew deep quickly only stopping once she reached a depth of about 15 feet and wide enough to bury a truck in.  Then she went and retrieved Uncle Jack brought him to his new resting place and gently laid her old mentor and friend down. She wasn’t finished yet as she went and gathered large stone averaging 300-500 pounds and built a cairn around him and over him before leaping out of the hole for the last time before burying him in the earth.

She then fetched a large piece of Libby shale weighing about a ton and set it as his tombstone using a thick piece of rebar she’d broken off a toppled wall near the river Trinity carved his name, the date of his birth and death then the epitaph
 
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