Chapter 8To call the cabin a cabin was a complete mistake and it was obvious from the moment they made their way through the winding, muddy path through the trees and came to the sprawling, open road that wound up the hill to where the cabin sat like a bastion atop the hill. It was three stories high and it was the kind of place you’d expect to see in some forest over in Germany or in the movies of places that never existed.
The foundation was thick stone, built like a bunker that could withstand the nuclear h*******t and it wasn’t by accident. There was a fallout shelter under there where her grandfather and grandmother had expected to ride out the last of their years when the Reds finally had enough with the grandeur of America. Now, she was thankful more than ever for their insane para
