After I helped people into shelters, I was back to my "base" to safely hunker down by myself. After the storm went through I was making my rounds when...a local fire company asked if I had any extra equipment to read the presence of carbon dioxide or petroleum gas emissions. They needed all they could get as they sifted some of the rubble in a possible rescue effort. I was only glad to help and assist them, adding a team of would be rescuers.In one of the strangest morning of my life we were. She had replied that the storm was coming and that she was staying put in her hotel to wait it out. She would see him first thing in the morning at the Precinct. The snow was falling heavier than ever as Bumfelt pulled up outside his home. The Charger sk**ded to a halt and Bumfelt got out, hurrying across the snow strewn road with a bottle of Snow Leopard vodka in hand. He looked up to see Penny Tration at his front door. She stood on the stoop, arms wrapped around herself, wearing a heavy. ”“Wait! Don’t you go out there.” Lisa spoke in a loud whisper.Josh stopped. He was now turned, looking away from his mom.“Just hand me my robe.”Josh grabbed the robe and without turning around, handing handed it back to his mom.Lisa and Josh both let out a small scream as the lights suddenly went dead. The breaker box was in the basement. Someone was in the house.Lisa reached out in the dark and put her hands on her son’s shoulders. “Here. Take my hand.”Lisa noticed that her son squeezed her. It had to be the creature, it must still be nearby. He kept his rifle high on his shoulder, the telescopic sight trained on the trees before him. This was a 50cal, semi-auto, no animal he had ever encountered could walk away after being tagged with such a round, but he didn’t want to take any chances. Better to have it and not need it, than to need it and not have it.He reached the spot about where the birds had been startled, listening intently for movement in the brush, or the sound of heavy.