with a septic system that will not work...the concrete cast will fill up and then you'll have material in the bowl (Yuk). I hope that the out house doesn't flood if too much water and contaminate the pond.
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MistressCyanide said
I think I remember something being attached to the roof, a funnel I think that collected rain water which went through something before being added to whatever water they had. Of course they had normal water running as well but we could use that to make sense of it if you wanted to. When the water company stuff does go under much water would be out and about ready for use. Then we would have to use rain water like in the Walking Dead.
you can use the pond water
filter it, boil it if you need to drink it, simple
actually it would depend on if your on city water or well water. You can taste the difference in the lack of fluoride and lime or chlorine in the well water. waste water and drinking water come from what is called a "pump station". Back in 1980s I got qualified with a level three certifacate to operate within a class 1 station (Fairfax, Va). If you have no power, it goes to generators, once the generator stop... lack of fuel. No water, and worse of all... no toilets. Those main 8" pipes that your thinking about have different "pump stations" in the city so if a pump station goes out then (manually) it can be "covered" by another pumping station but you might get less water pressure to the area that is affected.
all states mostly allow people to drill for a well and take care of their own water system. Wells are very simple... it's just a pump that allows water to flow at a avg rate. You might have years before any maintenance would be needed because not much of a strain to the system vs thousands of people flushing toilets, using drinking water, filling pools and watering lawn all at the same time. the maintenance done to those type of systems were ABOVE ground mostly. Water lines to animals, plants, tress and were it was needed. Since this is California... we might need to worry about frostline or broken lines from animals.
City water / waste will stop in about a week.
So... the farm could have a pump house. I have a 20 acres but I don't use a pump house on my farm because I don't use alot of water.
Showers.... Showers are going to be cold after 15-20 minutes of use. With ALOT of people .... that is a big problem. The temp will be around 50 degrees so if you like cold showers then your in for a treat. As for the toilets.... one small problem I can see in the future, I hope that it's a septic tank but you have to remember that the system was built only for those occupying that dwelling. all these people could over load the system in a few days because the grey water will run into the septic tank, it needs time to "recover"...
But this is fiction
all states mostly allow people to drill for a well and take care of their own water system. Wells are very simple... it's just a pump that allows water to flow at a avg rate. You might have years before any maintenance would be needed because not much of a strain to the system vs thousands of people flushing toilets, using drinking water, filling pools and watering lawn all at the same time. the maintenance done to those type of systems were ABOVE ground mostly. Water lines to animals, plants, tress and were it was needed. Since this is California... we might need to worry about frostline or broken lines from animals.
City water / waste will stop in about a week.
So... the farm could have a pump house. I have a 20 acres but I don't use a pump house on my farm because I don't use alot of water.
Showers.... Showers are going to be cold after 15-20 minutes of use. With ALOT of people .... that is a big problem. The temp will be around 50 degrees so if you like cold showers then your in for a treat. As for the toilets.... one small problem I can see in the future, I hope that it's a septic tank but you have to remember that the system was built only for those occupying that dwelling. all these people could over load the system in a few days because the grey water will run into the septic tank, it needs time to "recover"...
But this is fiction
" Hello Dan, I came to ask you about the events that got you here. Can you tell me the events that lead up to your arrest?" Lance asked
Too funny!
((Sorry, I had to nudge Luka a little to get us all together, though now John is off by himself again. Oh well.))
THAT is "GRAMPS" to you, you..you..you young wiper snapper!
THAT is "GRAMPS" to you, you..you..you young wiper snapper!
" idiots and fools " The old man looked at the two " you brought the dead with you, brilliant move Jeremy.. Thanks ".
If these two fools that came in didn't care about their lives, John was certainly attached to his.
Overtly looking out the front window to see for the first time, some of these things running, then seeing some guy trying to hid in several month over grown grass that clearly wasn't going to save him. " Hey, you left one of your people outside, the one with a Beretta M9 sporting a flash or noise suppressor that is crawling out on the front lawn. You might want to save him before those things eat him".
John grabbed four of the hurricane lights that once flanked the windows. Ignoring the pair John went to the hallway looked up, then opened the access panel to the attic jumped up then lifted himself into the hot, dark attic with no light. John didn't need light for this was second nature to him as he trained in Mount Operations. With his hands he felt the "trestle" and picked his triangle path to use and made his way, it would take the others if they dared to follow in the darkness time to figure out how to maneuver without falling through the drywall and down below. As john used a cross "I" bean to traverse to a corner he used class "A" material to make his kindling from the fiber glass.
Using the "I" beam dash he went about 6-10 ft, used his butt of the rifle to open up a panel, then fixed his bayonet to "pry" the rest. Smoke would follow the path of least resistance and it wouldn't take long for that to happen. After his opening was made enough for him to get through, john now had access to the roof now.
Seeing a tan box that looked like a house alarm with a blue light, john smiled to himself. I a person had a house alarm in the country, that same person might have car alarm.
John looked into his haversack and grabbed a can of potted meats, threw it at the car breaking the glass. It worked but maybe it worked a little too well but that was ok in John's book as more things began to move this way. It was like a herd of dead that began more active as sounds lured them. The ones that moved fast were the one that john was concerned about and with reason to be concerned.
Several figures broke away from the outskirts of the town, maybe they lead the "herd" to this small sleepy town but John wouldn't know that answer to his question. The small group of several people ran westward through a open field were fleeing at least 8 "fast movers". John used the football field method of ranged attack and figured that those fast movers were most likely running at 6 minute mile pace. For john that wasn't his concern, his concern was those that were running were "obese". These creatures didn't need to rest and were tireless in the pursuit their quarry as he watch in horror as they began to close the gap.
Using the butt of his M-14 the latch gave way to the old Vietnam era weapon's way and opened. John looked for the "hot" red wire and crossed it with others one at a time till a ear piecing "shrill" with a flashing strobe light turn on.
"crap!" john pulled from his collar his shooting ear buds to soften the sounds that was still deafening. Turning his attention back to the unknown group fleeing the area three of the eight broke off and started to make a "bee" line to the noise, two then were shot down as it looked that handguns were used as several stopped to help one of their own that might have twisted an ankle running in the broken field. John scoped the last three as they closed the gap and could see that these things were going down, john moved to a good prone shooting position, unfolded his bipod and rested on the roof.
moving his ball cap backwards, John sighted his targets...
He collected his thoughts back to Special Operations Target Interdiction Course (SOTIC), 7.62mm bullet at 2600fps, sea level and 60 deg F, 78% RH. John was about 600yd prone and using iron sights, 12.8 MOA of correction he hoped, John used a 15 MOA with the front sight (up), and down 2 MOA (8 clicks) with the rear.
The first round landed long, John quickly made his correction and fired his second round that fell short this time, another round down range was his third and it finally struck the chest, john released his breath and fired the fourth shot finally striking the creature in the head. The last two were dropped less than 100 meter from the wounded man and this companions that were out of ammo he guessed.
Getting up and looking around he could see that the other were making their way to the safety of the Forrest. The house alarm went back into reset mode and stopped broadcasting to john's delight. But he still moved up to the peak of the roof to lay down suppression fire for others that were trying to leave the area. Now that Left john and all the dead around him with no way out. For minutes he paced back and forth on the roof till a kissing sound was heard, crap, someone is shooting at me. John began to find cover and scope the area by quadrants, then saw in the distance a station wagon flashing it's lights, and sounding its horn to lure away the dead. Whoever those life that he help didn't go unnoticed and they were returning the favor. Holding his weapon overhead pointing backward he told them "Thanks".
John ducked down and simply waited for the help to do their thing.
Imagine that.... someone helped... even though they still shot at you john, still helpful. He nodded to himself with a laugh.
John waited for thirty minutes by his watch before climbing down and making his way and looking towards the forrest. The way that he and maria came in was the way that the dead left, so he figure that the forest was a better idea right now. His farm was off the road and safe, for he had no fear of raiders with a yard of junk and debris laying about. John made his way back to his vehicle and began to follow the road that paralleled the forest.
If these two fools that came in didn't care about their lives, John was certainly attached to his.
Overtly looking out the front window to see for the first time, some of these things running, then seeing some guy trying to hid in several month over grown grass that clearly wasn't going to save him. " Hey, you left one of your people outside, the one with a Beretta M9 sporting a flash or noise suppressor that is crawling out on the front lawn. You might want to save him before those things eat him".
John grabbed four of the hurricane lights that once flanked the windows. Ignoring the pair John went to the hallway looked up, then opened the access panel to the attic jumped up then lifted himself into the hot, dark attic with no light. John didn't need light for this was second nature to him as he trained in Mount Operations. With his hands he felt the "trestle" and picked his triangle path to use and made his way, it would take the others if they dared to follow in the darkness time to figure out how to maneuver without falling through the drywall and down below. As john used a cross "I" bean to traverse to a corner he used class "A" material to make his kindling from the fiber glass.
Using the "I" beam dash he went about 6-10 ft, used his butt of the rifle to open up a panel, then fixed his bayonet to "pry" the rest. Smoke would follow the path of least resistance and it wouldn't take long for that to happen. After his opening was made enough for him to get through, john now had access to the roof now.
Seeing a tan box that looked like a house alarm with a blue light, john smiled to himself. I a person had a house alarm in the country, that same person might have car alarm.
John looked into his haversack and grabbed a can of potted meats, threw it at the car breaking the glass. It worked but maybe it worked a little too well but that was ok in John's book as more things began to move this way. It was like a herd of dead that began more active as sounds lured them. The ones that moved fast were the one that john was concerned about and with reason to be concerned.
Several figures broke away from the outskirts of the town, maybe they lead the "herd" to this small sleepy town but John wouldn't know that answer to his question. The small group of several people ran westward through a open field were fleeing at least 8 "fast movers". John used the football field method of ranged attack and figured that those fast movers were most likely running at 6 minute mile pace. For john that wasn't his concern, his concern was those that were running were "obese". These creatures didn't need to rest and were tireless in the pursuit their quarry as he watch in horror as they began to close the gap.
Using the butt of his M-14 the latch gave way to the old Vietnam era weapon's way and opened. John looked for the "hot" red wire and crossed it with others one at a time till a ear piecing "shrill" with a flashing strobe light turn on.
"crap!" john pulled from his collar his shooting ear buds to soften the sounds that was still deafening. Turning his attention back to the unknown group fleeing the area three of the eight broke off and started to make a "bee" line to the noise, two then were shot down as it looked that handguns were used as several stopped to help one of their own that might have twisted an ankle running in the broken field. John scoped the last three as they closed the gap and could see that these things were going down, john moved to a good prone shooting position, unfolded his bipod and rested on the roof.
moving his ball cap backwards, John sighted his targets...
He collected his thoughts back to Special Operations Target Interdiction Course (SOTIC), 7.62mm bullet at 2600fps, sea level and 60 deg F, 78% RH. John was about 600yd prone and using iron sights, 12.8 MOA of correction he hoped, John used a 15 MOA with the front sight (up), and down 2 MOA (8 clicks) with the rear.
The first round landed long, John quickly made his correction and fired his second round that fell short this time, another round down range was his third and it finally struck the chest, john released his breath and fired the fourth shot finally striking the creature in the head. The last two were dropped less than 100 meter from the wounded man and this companions that were out of ammo he guessed.
Getting up and looking around he could see that the other were making their way to the safety of the Forrest. The house alarm went back into reset mode and stopped broadcasting to john's delight. But he still moved up to the peak of the roof to lay down suppression fire for others that were trying to leave the area. Now that Left john and all the dead around him with no way out. For minutes he paced back and forth on the roof till a kissing sound was heard, crap, someone is shooting at me. John began to find cover and scope the area by quadrants, then saw in the distance a station wagon flashing it's lights, and sounding its horn to lure away the dead. Whoever those life that he help didn't go unnoticed and they were returning the favor. Holding his weapon overhead pointing backward he told them "Thanks".
John ducked down and simply waited for the help to do their thing.
Imagine that.... someone helped... even though they still shot at you john, still helpful. He nodded to himself with a laugh.
John waited for thirty minutes by his watch before climbing down and making his way and looking towards the forrest. The way that he and maria came in was the way that the dead left, so he figure that the forest was a better idea right now. His farm was off the road and safe, for he had no fear of raiders with a yard of junk and debris laying about. John made his way back to his vehicle and began to follow the road that paralleled the forest.
Sturmgewehr,
Have you been to Croatia?. I was wondering because I was in Sarajevo, Slav brod and a few other places for IFOR & SFOR as a soldier.
Have you been to Croatia?. I was wondering because I was in Sarajevo, Slav brod and a few other places for IFOR & SFOR as a soldier.
No rush
"Who are you?" Remy repeated the question a little more civilly, rubbing his free hand warily through his brown hair.
" I didn't want to startle you, so I took me time but making contact with you" Maria said as she looked at the weapons pointed at her now, their hands on the trigger. Maria thought that this was going to be the end for her as the two showed hostile intent. " I'm not trying to harm anyone, I'm just trying to survive like everyone else, what would you have done coming across another person?. Would you just stick your guns in a strangers face and asked questions like you are now in a threatening manner.
Maria kept her hand still out in the open
" So are you really a cop and what are you doing out here? "
My man became suspicious and he leaned close to the other woman's ear and whispered something.
Remy sighed again, not liking the odds."For crying out loud, stop smiling and waving at us like were at some high school party,"
"I'm not moving because I think that one of you will shoot me...or worst" Maria answered.
Remy finally said, getting impatient with the whole situation. "This is not the time or the place for such foolishness. Whoever is behind us might as well show themselves." He turned around and looked into the row of houses behind them. There was some movement and either it was more undead or the person hiding. The sound of growling got his attention. "You've got to be kidding me," Remy murmured under his breath. He tapped Ash on the forearm. "There really is no time for this." He nodded down the street. It was a huge group of undead. It looked like the undead version of rush hour traffic. It had been so quiet before and the town was so small. Where had all these creatures appeared from? Did an undead convention just let out or something. "Lady, man hiding in the house, if I were you, I'd run."But before he could even think of running, several of the undead broke off from the group and were coming at him, Ash and the lady at an alarming speed. "Crap."
John watched the whole thing unfold but said nothing.
Maria wanted to make contact with this group and it didn't go off to well as they were armed and dangerous, but she didn't listen to him. John had spent alot of time in plenty of hell hole to know that most people are at their worst during times of marshal law. You can't trust anyone, well not for a while it would seem as the two reacted. John listened to the man taking about someone being behind him and wonder if he wasn't signaling the other two that he mentioned before.
When Maria saw what was coming, she broke in a run for her life not caring to get shot by either the police officer or his companion and began to flee.
John watched as everyone began to move, "snap scoping" John acquired multiple targets of opportunity and understood why Maria ran for safety. Fast movers thought John as he saw they begin to engage anything that moved and for that reason, John wasn't about to reveal his "hide" position. He would let them pass knowing that they were already on the trail for the living. knowing that the door was secured and that he didn't break cover from his hide that they would pass him by.
Maria on the other hand choose to flee away from both threats and try to find her way back to the stake truck for safety. Using break, line of sight technique, she hoped that john would know where she was going to the "rally point" as he instructed her. Maria got within sight of the stake body truck before the path was cut off by undead, surrounded and the circled left her not alot of options. The creatures advanced which made her escape impassable.
" I don't want to feel a thing, I don't want to feel a thing" She kept telling herself as she knew it was the end from her. Pulling the derringer out and placing into her mouth she made a last 360 before retiring. No sound that could be heard, just darkness.
" I didn't want to startle you, so I took me time but making contact with you" Maria said as she looked at the weapons pointed at her now, their hands on the trigger. Maria thought that this was going to be the end for her as the two showed hostile intent. " I'm not trying to harm anyone, I'm just trying to survive like everyone else, what would you have done coming across another person?. Would you just stick your guns in a strangers face and asked questions like you are now in a threatening manner.
Maria kept her hand still out in the open
" So are you really a cop and what are you doing out here? "
My man became suspicious and he leaned close to the other woman's ear and whispered something.
Remy sighed again, not liking the odds."For crying out loud, stop smiling and waving at us like were at some high school party,"
"I'm not moving because I think that one of you will shoot me...or worst" Maria answered.
Remy finally said, getting impatient with the whole situation. "This is not the time or the place for such foolishness. Whoever is behind us might as well show themselves." He turned around and looked into the row of houses behind them. There was some movement and either it was more undead or the person hiding. The sound of growling got his attention. "You've got to be kidding me," Remy murmured under his breath. He tapped Ash on the forearm. "There really is no time for this." He nodded down the street. It was a huge group of undead. It looked like the undead version of rush hour traffic. It had been so quiet before and the town was so small. Where had all these creatures appeared from? Did an undead convention just let out or something. "Lady, man hiding in the house, if I were you, I'd run."But before he could even think of running, several of the undead broke off from the group and were coming at him, Ash and the lady at an alarming speed. "Crap."
John watched the whole thing unfold but said nothing.
Maria wanted to make contact with this group and it didn't go off to well as they were armed and dangerous, but she didn't listen to him. John had spent alot of time in plenty of hell hole to know that most people are at their worst during times of marshal law. You can't trust anyone, well not for a while it would seem as the two reacted. John listened to the man taking about someone being behind him and wonder if he wasn't signaling the other two that he mentioned before.
When Maria saw what was coming, she broke in a run for her life not caring to get shot by either the police officer or his companion and began to flee.
John watched as everyone began to move, "snap scoping" John acquired multiple targets of opportunity and understood why Maria ran for safety. Fast movers thought John as he saw they begin to engage anything that moved and for that reason, John wasn't about to reveal his "hide" position. He would let them pass knowing that they were already on the trail for the living. knowing that the door was secured and that he didn't break cover from his hide that they would pass him by.
Maria on the other hand choose to flee away from both threats and try to find her way back to the stake truck for safety. Using break, line of sight technique, she hoped that john would know where she was going to the "rally point" as he instructed her. Maria got within sight of the stake body truck before the path was cut off by undead, surrounded and the circled left her not alot of options. The creatures advanced which made her escape impassable.
" I don't want to feel a thing, I don't want to feel a thing" She kept telling herself as she knew it was the end from her. Pulling the derringer out and placing into her mouth she made a last 360 before retiring. No sound that could be heard, just darkness.
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