“What will you do, Prez?” Demi asked.
“I’ll work on the design part-time. I think running the club will take up a lot of my energy,” I admitted.
“You wouldn’t be wrong,” Texas said.
“So, we’ve gotta start looking for empty buildings. I bet there’s some available right now. I’ll begin researching. Are we planning a date we can all visit?” Harley muttered as he wrote in his notepad.
“Yeah, we have to begin getting things moving. Can everyone get away on Wednesday, and we’ll return on Monday?” I suggested.
A chorus of agreement arose, and I nodded.
“Our homes here—we’re going to sell them, I guess. What are we doing about housing there? I like what Unwanted Bastards and Hellfire are doing,” Carmelle spoke shyly.
“What makes you like their idea?” Ghost asked gently.
“They’re building a community, a family. I’m sure you said there was a lot of land there. Is there enough to do something similar?” Carmelle blushed a little.
“I agree. Let’s vote on it,” Falcon suggested.
I went around the table, and everyone agreed. Some conditions were added, such as each home being detached and having large yards for the kids. And having space between them. We had acres of land, plenty to do what we wanted.
“We can decide what to do with the campsites when we get there,” I said, and nods rebounded at me.
“This is so exciting,” Amberlea announced with a huge grin. Yeah, it was.
Rosie
“This is a total dump!” I exclaimed as we looked at what had been the campsite. By the expressions that those around me wore, I wasn’t far wrong.
“It’s been completely vandalised,” Calamity agreed.
“Those cabins are rotting; there’s no saving them,” Texas added. “Plus, the layout is shit.”
“I ain’t disagreeing,” Falcon muttered.
“Okay. We have a map of the area of our land. I suggest we examine the other sites,” Calamity said, referring to the RV and tent campsite.
We stomped off down a badly pitted lane that led to a water-soaked field with a derelict shower block in it.
“Well, damn, that’s a craphole,” Hunter declared, frowning.
“The RV site isn’t much better; come take a look at this shithole,” Savage called from further up. We marched up to him and recoiled. It had been used as a dumping ground, and the wilderness was out of control.
“Dare we check the other cabins?” Aurora asked.
“We gotta. Need to make sure we have the measure of everything,” Apache said. He’d accompanied us to help design what we wanted. Right now, it looked like everything had to be torn down.
Silently, we retraced our steps and hit our bikes again. It was too far to walk, and Calamity didn’t trust anyone not to get hurt. We took it slow because the potholes, which were in abundance, would damage the bike’s suspension.
“Damn!” I exclaimed again. This time it was with mixed feelings. We crested a hill, and the road dipped down. Calamity had pulled up, and I could see the lake, the shoreline, and some woodlands. We witnessed fallen buildings and shook our heads. This was a real disaster.
“Let’s check the peninsula out. There’s planning permission for it, and we own that,” Calamity stated as my stomach dropped at how much work there was to be done.
“Stop a moment,” I said, pointing at a patch of land. “Do we own that?”
“Yes.”
“Klutz, wouldn’t that make a perfect spot for the animal sanctuary, and it’s close to the shoreline. If we built a platform out there, we could take in water creatures as well. Create several large pens in the river,” I called.
