Shelter Mountain Novels & Stories

Deciding to return to the task at hand, Bastion made his mind focus back on the shelter. Even though Bastion hadn't discovered any other living human beings, from what he saw on the mountain rock, it didn't seem like anyone else had survived. The people really took no note of all the signs that something big was going to happen. It appears they were all swept away by storms, huge explosions, earthquakes, and other natural phenomena. It was just him and Autumn, but he couldn't tell her that. Right now,, what's most important is that the island needs a completed shelterto protect them fromt the elements.

Some were deeply worried, some acted like nothing was wrong, and everyone was unsettled. The Chaotic Mountain Range was located northwest of the nine continents. It spread over 10,000 miles long and was covered in dark clouds the whole year-round. The top of the mountain was completely covered in black-colored stones. From far, it looked like there was a crouching black dragon on the edge of the nine continents. In the middle valley of Chaotic Mountain Range, a temple stood there all alone. That was the Temple of Enchanted Retreat. Going down the Enchanted Retreat was a narrow winding road. There were hardly any humans there, and it looked incredibly lonely.

I stepped under the canopy of the trees and it felt so much cooler under here. Even in the evening, the temperature difference was staggering. Listening to Dallas, I strolled through the trees for a while before I shifted. When I did, I shook out my fur and raced through the trees. On this side, I knew there was river that wove its way down through the area. There was also one on the other side. Both came from the mountain. Which was why the pack was called Blue Mountain.

Mount Shara, the sacred mountain; the safest place left in the kingdom. Because the war was no longer approaching... It had already begun. ...

"Are we coming to spend a nice picnic here because nothing nice can come from up the mountain? Nothing good!" He chuckled a bit and paused in his tracks as I walked a bit farther from him in the field. I saw a nice cabin ahead, hidden in between the trees. I stared back at smiling. "I call it the shelter. I come here to think sometimes. It is like a small memory house, everything you ever need is right there apart from electricity. The connection is quite lost up here in the mountains. "

Three months later... Today was going to suck. And not the good kind. Nope. The big, sweaty, hairy donkey balls variety. He thought he'd been prepared for this, but the shift in his gut said otherwise. Biting back a sigh, Nakos Hunt glanced from the two men standing beside him to the wide open expanse of Cattenach Ranch. Two-thousand acres of rolling grasslands and high plains. The Laramie Mountains just to the south were little more than a bluish mirage in the distance, but a slightly cool breeze wafted across the basin to provide some relief from the heat.

Again Selena with the same casual manner, making Zaden chuckle “I’m surprised anyone noticed that our mountains look like a pregnant woman laid on her back," he mumbled before clicking his tongue and looking up. "Her belly is the seventh mountain. Were there any humans camping there?” Zaden asked “No, just the remnants of camping. Bonfire residues, kettles, and stuff, so I assumed it's a camping zone.” All 5 circled up, leaving behind Selena to her tub for further discussion. “Does that mean they come often?” Makaela

she answered that puzzled him. However, Dexter, actually feels he is hungry and thirsty, it seems the food he has eaten a while ago, has not stop his hunger. He prepares food, and eat, Shayne and his boy are not hungry, they just watch him. They just stay with him. He then turn on, his VHF radio and reported to his main office, he is ok, alive and kicking. Afterwards, they again enjoy the picturesque view of the mountain side and the forest, in all direction. The shelter is basking from the bountiful sunrays all day, but it has cool climate all the time, due to its elevation.

They'd found the third option he thought didn't exist. They'd left. In the mountains, Maya and 200 survivors searched for shelter. For cabins and lodges and anything that could keep them alive. They found a resort—abandoned, frozen, but structurally sound. Twenty buildings. Space for everyone. They had food for two weeks. Fuel for one week. Medicine for days. They had no guarantees. No certainty. No safety. But they had freedom. And each other. And a choice they'd made together. As they settled into their first night in the mountains, building fires and rationing supplies, Catherine found Maya.

The Blackhawk had disgorged them at a flat surface on a rock outcropping at a specific point in the Hindu Kush. Dix hated these goddamn mountains. The name Kush meant death, and had probably been given to the mountains because of the dangerous passes between peaks. There was little vegetation, and the icy wind blew constantly. But the mountains provided a perfect hiding place and gathering places for al Qaeda because of the very desolation and the notches in the mountains where the terrorists built their camps and villages.