Croft and I had planned to move to dad and moms place in Arizona but we were going sooner than expected. I had inherited their campground after mom passed. The camp had cabins and plenty of space. Our so called forever place here in Washington state was sold and we were really going. We were meeting up with my husband’s cousin Clark and Gin and they were following us. We had all watched our country change for the worst, day by day, law by law. The criminals were in charge and they were hiring people right from the gangs on the mean streets and right out of prison and replacing not only the police forces but also our military. Soon they would be shutting down all travel and we had to get gone now. We had people coming to the camp to live as well. Dad and mom had been preparing the place. They had help building the place with those who will join us, but I Orabell Nanvill Rassmusen was the owner. Soon there will be roving bands of criminal law and military. Then World War III hits and we have to take to the tunnels. At times we can come up above to live. We help those being attacked by uniformed bad guys. We are the rescuers for many. Our White Mountain Apache brothers and sisters are with us. We have become one tribe and we are The Tunnel Rats.