The garage was thankfully undisturbed.  And there was a treasure trove inside!  The Corvette sat covered in the rightmost bay.  Next to it was a long workbench covered in tools, with a six-foot-high multi-tiered Snap-On toolbox on wheels.  The rest of that wall of the garage was built-in metal cabinets.

On the other side of the Corvette, in the middle bay, sat a pair of ATV’s.  One was a single-seater, the other one of the big Gators that could seat four and some gear on a rack at the back.  Allistor drooled.  These would be great for scouting missions, or small retrievals of specific items. The last bay held a full-sized pickup, another useful vehicle.

He looked over at Sam, whose face was much less enthused.  He was looking at the ATVs with a tear in his eye.

“Frank was a good friend?” Allistor asked.

“The best.  Known him all my life.  Went to school together, played ball together. Even enlisted together, though we got assigned to different units. We took these ATVs out fishing just a few weeks ago.  He got a bite, started yelling about it being the Loch Ness monster.  It might have been, cuz it pulled his drunk ass into the water!” Sam half-chuckled, half-sobbed.   He laid a hand on the nearest ATV.  “Gonna miss ya, my friend.”

Allistor didn’t know what to do.  “Hey, umm… we can just leave this stuff here.  We’ll find other vehicles-”

“Nope.” Sam cut him off.  “Frank would want us to have this stuff.  If he were alive, he’d want to fight right alongside us.  We’ll take these and the guns.” He pointed to a large safe against the back wall. “Damned armory in there.  More underneath the floor.  Frank wasn’t an actual doomsday prepper, but he was a step away from becoming one.  There’s a bunker built into the hill out back.  More supplies and guns in there.  But I’m thinking maybe we leave that alone?  Could be a good place to hole up if we need to.  Or another Stronghold point?”

Allistor wanted to hug the man.  “Agreed.  We can maybe load one of the ATVs onto our truck.  Come back for the other one after we drive the Corvette back?”

“Nope,” Sam said again, smiling this time.   “There’s a car trailer out back.  Frank used it to take the ‘Vette to car shows.  We can load the car on the trailer.  Put an ATV in the back of his truck, one in the back of ours.  I’ll drive his truck back.   We’ll empty the safe there.  Load it on the trailer behind the car.  Too heavy for one of the pickups.” He pointed to a wet bar in the corner next to an open bathroom door.  “Move that wet bar, there’s a trap door.  Storage area down below.  Maybe a dozen hunting rifles, some handguns, and lots of ammo.  Again, maybe we leave it there for now?  We’ve got more guns than we need.”