A Blacklist Thanksgiving

by TrekkieMutantXGirl

This takes place while Red and Lizzie are on the run. Naturally Dembe is there as well. Since Red has many connections a traditional turkey dinner is not an issue for him! This has a T rating and is naturally lightly Lizzington. This is meant to be a one shot. I may write more one shots in an attempt to get over this dogon writers block that will not let go of me! Please be kind in

4. Chapter 4

Chapter 4

The rest of the day was spent preparing to weather the upcoming storm. Dembe and Red spent several hours gathering firewood and bringing what they could onto the screened porch. Lizzie was making sure they had batteries in the flashlights and plenty of fuel for the lanterns. She also made sure there were extra blankets in the bedrooms. The generator to the home was refueled and extra fuel was on hand for when power went out.

Dembe and Red shuttered several of the windows in the rooms not used as often. Shutters were ready to be closed on the windows for the rooms in use when it was needed. Extra supplies were delivered, canned foods, veggies, fruits, and other foods that would not go bad as quick if they did loose power. A shed on property contained items for snow and ice removal. Red and Dembe made sure everything was fueled and in working order.

As the hours wore on the wind began to really howl. The temperatures dropped sharply. Snow began to fall, getting increasingly harder as the day progressed into evening. Red brought wood closer to the house. Dembe helped him with the chore and then went to snack on leftovers and his brownies.

Lizzie had organized all of the items that had come in earlier in the day while looking nervously at the growing storm. At last all preparations were made that needed making. All that was left was to wait out the storm.

Red was once again reading in the library. Dembe had vanished to the bedroom for a few hours. Lizzie had taken a nap while she was able. The increasing winds had caused the lights to blink a few times at this point. It was obvious that sooner or later they would loose power and be on generator. Games, books, and plenty of candles were set out for entertainment. Blankets were moved to a corner closer to the fireplace just in case it was needed. Meanwhile at about 9pm the winds were loud to the point of they could no longer be ignored even in a well built brick home.

11:30pm saw Dembe in the living-room watching the weather channel. The storm had sped up considerably and made landfall at the coast 30 miles away. Immense damage was being caused at the coast and the nearest city. Thus far everyone within 50 miles had gotten 20 inches of snow and it was still falling hard. Power was out in nearly all of the coastal cities already. Trees were down everywhere. Roads were quickly impassable or becoming so. A state of emergency had been declared for the state of Maine and surrounding coastal states. Shortly after the update power was completely lost where they were as well. A few trees could be heard crashing loudly to the ground as they fell and shaking the house as they landed. A few seconds later the generator came on.

Everyone decided to call it a night and rest in shifts. For now they were safe if the storm didn't cause a lot of damage to the house. Dembe took the first shift. Red second. Lizzie was supposed to take the final one, but neither man intended on waking her unless they had to. Halfway through the night Red woke everyone and moved them to the living-room where the fireplace was. Trees were still crashing and he did not want anyone on the second floor just in case.

It was now 430 in the morning. The storm was raging enough to make even the most experienced person nervous. Since they could not sleep our group decided to play monopoly. An hour and a half later it was still windy and snowing, but the worst had passed. No one would know until daylight that they were considerably snowed in. By the time it was over some areas would get a whopping 33 inches of snow and ice from this storm system. The areas affected by the storm would take WEEKS to return back to normal. The death toll was pretty high as well. By Sunday morning our group made the slow and treacherous journey to the airfield and headed out of the country to Red's private island and to safety.

Weeks later there were rumors that Salomon and the group hunting Red and Lizzie had got caught at the coast when the storm made landfall. They were considered missing in action or lost at sea. Lizzie's government friends had stayed safely in DC until the storm passed.