I feel a brief sense of vertigo as I freefall above the desert, but I quickly refocus and see my target. An oasis that just so happens to be centrally located near all the towns is just below me. In that oasis is a small wooden hut built by the BSAA to be an emergency fallback position should a situation get out of control. Perfect place to set up camp and check for survivors initially. It would also give me a constant water supply in this harsh environment and is as close to safe as you can get around here. After a few more seconds of gazing at my new home, I pull the ripcord and feel my weight go to my toes as I feel myself being ripped upwards, even though I know well enough I am still falling as fast as a car on a highway. I slow down quickly however and wait to hit the ground.

When I see my equipment bag hit the ground I bring my knees up and disconnect my chute. After a fall of ten feet or so, I roll once and come up on my feet as my standard white silk saviour floats down behind me. First stop, the wooden hut barely thirty feet from my right. I trek through the sand, grabbing and dragging my equipment bag on the way, to the door. As the sheet of plywood with BSAA spraypainted on it creaks open, I get my first view of the place. It is a simple abode about 30x30 in size with a couple bunk beds packed into one corner. My first thought is that this is a bit big to be classified as the hut Gary told me about, but then I remembered it was supposed to house twenty people in case of an emergency and figure it would most definitely feel like a hut to them. I drop my bag just inside the door, and upon further inspection, wonder why I bothered bringing it.

A gun rack on one wall was filled with AK-47s, MP5s, M24 bolt action sniper rifles, USPs, M9s, and even an RPG. Ammo crates littered the floor space in front of the ten foot long area all of it was packed into. Next to there was a full kitchen stocked with canned food and MREs, and through a window in it I could see an outhouse. I could definitely say I've stayed in worse places. I mean, sure the floor was cold, hard packed dirt, and yeah the walls were plywood, and so what if the roof was rusty sheetmetal? It was home for now. "Anything beats Guantanamo," I mused, chuckling to myself as I wondered how much longer the liberals would let that place last. I spent the next couple hours until dark setting up my equipment in an orderly manner, finding no survivors and a solar powered GPS unit while doing so, and then I went to sleep, wondering what the next days would bring.