The Grey's world (unedited text) part 1 Chapter 3

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1
https://steemit.com/story/@eddard/the-grey-s-world-unedited-text-part-1-chapter-1
2
https://steemit.com/story/@eddard/the-grey-s-world-unedited-text-part-2-chapter-2

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When he woke up the following morning he saw that the weather finally decided to change to a more spring like one at last it was sunny with blue skies even the wind eased of perfect weather for a little foraging mission he thought as he waited for the tide to go out. He ate the rest of his last nights bean stew, he hoped for a lucky find today otherwise he'd have to move on or rob one of the houses easy in itself but that always brought on attention of the service vans something he'd rather avoid as to moving on he didn't quite feel ready yet to leave the safety of his mooring, if it was cold and windy in the harbour it would be hell out in the open sea. To call himeself an inexperienced sailor would be an understatment as well.
if he could just wait out another couple of months until it got warmer everything would be easier, but he knew that was unlikely probably safer for him not to linger for too long in one area. From the chipped occupants of the village he had nothing to worry about as long as he kept his distance, but the service vans constantly snooping around in search of people like him and whatever else they dealt with were a different matter, with that thought he packed his equipment in his backpack and climbed down onto the surface of the sand bar surrounded by mud of the tidal harbour.
He decided to start with the less promising looking catamaram further away and stop at his second target the what looked to him like a oystercatcher converted to a houseboat on the way back.
The Cat was probably just under two miles away to get to it he had to prob his way through a few channels of watet that ran between the cat nearer to the harbour entrance and his sanctuary which was right at the end of it where the tides of the sea turned slowly to salty marshland a pleasant walk in theese conditions, he could nearly forget about the idiocy going on the mainland, nearly. He wandered if the whole world had changed like England, he knew before Medichips became compulsory over here other similar projects were being tested all over the world by various companies and governments( fuck knows who was actually in charge at thip point) but he had problems believing that theyd manage to get every nomadic sheepherder in the deserts of the middle east or every tribe in the amazon jungle, what for? All over the place there must still be free living humans its just the matter of finding them he told himeself he did feel lonely. As he neared to the boat and climbed onto its deck he's hopes weren't too high. It looked like nobodies been around since the beggining which meant that even if there were any supplies on board they'd be from at least 4 years ago plenty of time for cans to rust throught

like many of the one's he found on other boats in the harbour. After about half hour of searching he covered all the storage areas and all he came up with food wise was some coffe and sugar not that he didnt appreciate it its been a while since he had hot coffe but it wasn't exactly what he was hoping for either.
Equipment wise he was a bit more lucky some waterproofs and ropes always handy, and 2 50watt walk on solar panels which would nicely complement his existing array of panels of all shape and size. As he readied to leave the wind started to pick up making the carrying of his treasures uncomfortable enough to ditch the idea of visiting the oystercatcher for today as he walked back he suddenly started feeling a bit uncomfortable, not in a physical way more like hunch as if someone was starring at him, he looked around too see no one around as expected then he started scanning the shoreline and there it was up on one of the nearby hills, an unmistakable grey service van. Fuck he thought to himeself, were they there because of him? But how would they know? He altered his course towards one of the other previosly searched boats moored between his and the cat
As he chucked his bags huriedly onboard and hid in the cabin of the the old sail boata thought struck him. By the entrance to the harbour, not that far away from the catamaran he just visited there used to be a cctv camera overlooking the harbour entrance could it still be manned he wandered or was it just a coincidence? The more he thought about it the more sense it made considering how much effort the greys as he called them put into finding and assimilating the likes of him. But what now? In a couple of hours the tide would come in so they probably wouldnt come searching the boats looking fot him just yet, and if he waited till the tide goes out again and then made it back to his boat under the cover of darkness that should give hime some precious extra time. He knew the camera wouldn't reach deep into Into the harbour so as long as he wasnt spotted going onto his vessel that would leave about twenty other boats where he could be hidding so he decided to wait for the safety of the night to come his thoughts rushing around in search of a solution to his quite possible big problem but he saw only two ways out move off the boat inland or set sail neither of them too appealing but both better than sitting like a duck in a firing range just waiting for them to come for him. As the time passed and the tide slowly came in and left his sorroundings slowly became darker with the comming of the night there was no hint of any unusual movement on the shoreline but the grey van still stood on the hill hardly visible in the diminishing light but its headlights a dead giveaway of its presence. He was suddenly struck with an idea if he'd manage to booby trap some of the other boats that would definitely slow down the eventual search party. Not much probably when you got rid off greys it didn't take long for them to come back in bigger numbers, he found out that the hard painful way, but maybe enough to set sail on the next tide if they came and if it just miraculously turned out they were here because of a different reason it would save him abandoning his sanctuary before he felf ready.
He had plenty of diesel he had no use for a few flare guns he found while searching the other ships for food surely he could make something leathal enough out of that to slow down the greys if they came looking he smiled to himeself for the first time in a while he liked setting things on fire. Once darkness of the night set in for good he set off for his mission of inferno and mayhem.