A. G. Kimbrough

MEMORIES OF THE COASTAL EVENT

Prologue

The middle-aged woman opened a small drawer of a built-in cabinet. “Mom, what do you want to do with this old laptop?”

The older woman paused, and said, “Plug it in to see if it will still take a charge while we finish packing.”

Moving ashore, off the Wild Goose, after all these years, was hard. So many memories, of friends, lovers, children, and events filled her thoughts. It seemed like yesterday when her Dad took her by the hand and led her up the gangplank for the first time.

Her daughter placed the last box in the cart and turned on the laptop. “It still works!” She waited for Windows to open and looked at the screen.

“Is this your journal?” She asked.

Rebecca looked closely, and said “I haven’t done anything with it for years. I started it when we were driving out from North Carolina.”

“Mom, you have been worried about being bored, now that the Wild Goose is going to be scrapped. Please write your history. We have lots of records about the time before the Event, but no one in your generation has had time to record what happened since then.”

Rebecca protested that she is not a historian, her daughter countered with: “You are one of the last ones to have lived it. Your grandkids and the generations that follow need to know our heritage.

With a feeling of uncertainty, Rebecca agreed to start compiling her story.

Chapter 1

The first memory of my Dad, Delbert Thompson, was a soldier, on crutches, who came to the door of our motel room. Mom’s current boyfriend answered the knock, and after a brief verbal confrontation, stood aside and Dad entered the room.

Mom was still in bed, and I stood beside her. She looked at me and said “Becky, this is your Daddy. He has come back from the war. I guess he is a hero, or something.”

That day was special. Dad took me on a ferry ride to Southport, and we ate hamburgers at little place in the harbor.

Over the next year, Dad took me every weekend for an adventure. He had a small apartment and worked as a cook on the night shift and a boat mechanic during the days.

I had just finished the first grade, and Dad was so proud when I graduated. He took me out for ice cream, and I almost forgot that Mom did not get up when it was time for me to go. When Dad brought me back to the motel Sunday night, no one would answer the door. After Dad got the manager to open it, he wouldn’t let me inside.

Our lives changed that day. Dad told me that Mom had been sick, and that she had passed away. We were the only one’s there for the brief service. Dad told me that it was time to move on and build a new life in California. We left the day after Mom’s service. Dad had an old blue van and it was crammed full with all our stuff.

The trip was long and mostly boring. Dad had loaded several books for me in his old laptop, and I quickly became immersed in the worlds that reading brought me.

Dad also showed me how to keep a diary on the laptop. He called it a journal, but I was happy to be able to record all of my private thoughts and feelings. I started writing a little bit every night before I went to bed.

Most of the time we would stay in campgrounds, where Dad would fix a tarp to the side of the van. We met a lot of interesting people. In Arizona, Dad helped an older guy fix the motor on his RV. The couple, Roger and Carol Dungan were nice and gave us some cookies. She gave Dad a card, and told him to give her a call when we were settled in Southern California.

When we finally arrived in Los Angeles, it was hot and smoggy. The next morning we drove on down to Long Beach, where it was overcast and nice and cool. Dad rented a small apartment and started looking for a job.

He went to work for a boat yard and I started the second grade that fall. One weekend, we went over to the Dungan’s condo in Seal Beach and had supper on their patio. The next weekend we returned except that Dad brought the food and cooked for us all. They had been on their first road trip in their RV when we met. They were getting ready to retire, and planed to spend a few years on the road in their RV.

That fall, they invited us to meet them at a beach campground to have Thanksgiving dinner. Dad agreed, if he could bring the turkey. When we arrived, there was another couple there. While Dad finished up with the food, I got acquainted with Doc Hanson and his wife June. They were about the same age as Roger and Carol, perfect for a precocious eight-year-old to be spoiled by.

On the way home, Dad told me that Carol had worked for the Doc for over 20 years, and that Doc was also retiring. He had ordered a big sailing yacht, and offered Dad a job. It would mean that we would live on the yacht, and sometime in the future, sail around the world on it. Dad would be responsible for maintenance and cooking, as the only full-time crewman.

We did not move aboard until the next Spring. The Wild Goose had been built in Korea, and sailed across the Pacific by a hired crew. It was immediately taken into a local yard for modifications and final fitting out. We had a cabin forward of the galley, and I even had my own tiny room.

Dad started home schooling me that fall, which was fine with me. The majority of the kids in my class had been Latino, and the Anglos had been frequently picked on. My red hair made me a usual target.

The next two years were terrific. The modifications to the Goose continued, we made several trips up and down the coast, and the next year, a run to Hawaii and back. On most trips, Doc would have friends and family aboard. His Grandkids were about my age and we became good friends. Dad and I both took a SCUBA training program. He wanted to be able to clean the bottom of the Goose, and I wanted to be able to look close up at the fishes.

Doc was planning to depart on the round the world cruise in the fall of the next year. On one evening that summer I heard Doc talking to my Dad.

“I don’t know, the sunspot increases this year, the asteroid swarm close approach, the net bot predictions, the fat cats and bureaucrats building bunkers, the direct correlation between planetary alignments and big quakes, and the remote viewing predictions, all are indicating a major Coastal Event next year. I think we better get ready, just in case. If nothing happens, we can still make the world cruise, only a year later.”

My Dad agreed, and I was disappointed at the delay in my chance to see the world.

The Goose took another trip to the yard, and we lived in a motel for six months. During the spring of the following year, the holds were completely filled with lots of stuff that must have cost Doc a small fortune. The sunspot activities increased, and the Northern Lights were often visible in the sky of Southern California. Dad bought me a new laptop and I transferred all my Journal files to it.

Every night Dad would watch the news, and I could see that he was worried. The sunspot activities were still increasing and the asteroid swarm was still approaching. The “experts” were still predicting that it would safely miss the earth, although a few were saying that a few meteor strikes might occur on or around June 15th (Now called Day 0).

By June 10th the final supplies arrived and were stowed in the overloaded holds.

Chapter 2

On June 13th, (now called Day –2), Doc arrived with all of his family, except his oldest daughter’s husband Eric Hall. He was on the Governor’s staff, and was still in Sacramento. We sailed that night out of Long Beach with 11 souls on board. They included: Dad and me, Doc and June, their oldest daughter April, her two boys Eric Jr. (my age), and Johnny (two years younger), their younger daughter Allison Jacobs, her husband Ben and their son Braxton (also my age), and daughter Heather (three years younger than me).

The sky that night looked like it was on fire, even through the overcast. April Hall had a call from her husband Eric, who told her that he would be waiting out the storm with the Governor, in a bunker under the Capital Building.

Doc set a course to put us over a hundred miles west of Catalina by the morning of the 15th (Day 0). I remember even the satellite TV reception was noisy and hard to watch.

The next day (-1), we had to put all our electronic stuff, including my new laptop inside metal boxes. Dad even climbed the mast and took down the radar assembly. On the bridge, all the equipment was removed except a couple of boxes and one monitor. That afternoon all the sails were stowed, everything on deck was double strapped down, and two large sea anchors were set up on the bow.

That night, the Northern Lights were vivid colors and very bright. Every few minutes another shooting star would streak across the Southern sky. Around 2:00 AM, I was awakened by a loud crash, followed by heavy wave action. Dad told me it was just a meteor impacting a few miles away, He said to go back to bed, but I was too excited to sleep. I curled up with a blanket in a corner of the Bridge, where I would be out of the way, and still able to see everything.

The sun was not visible on the morning of the 15th (Day 0) It was dark and stormy, with bands of heavy rain showers. Dad said there were a couple of GPS satellites still working, and our system indicated a strong current was pulling the Goose Southwest at nearly 10 knots.

We were still monitoring the radio channels, but mostly static was all we were hearing. Throughout the day, the current and the wind increased. They started receding about 5:00 PM, and by 9:00 PM it was dead calm.

Around 11:00 PM, the current and wind direction changed to the Northwest. As both started to increase, Doc turned the bow into the wind and the two younger men set out the sea anchors.

By 6:00 AM, the wind was over 90 knots, the rain was a solid sheet of wind driven water, and the current drift was nearly 30 knots. The Goose groaned and shook as a multitude of waves crashed over the bow. We were taking on water, but the pumps were keeping up with it.

The fury continued for 48 hours before easing. As the wind and current died down, the rain continued harder then anyone one board had seen. The static had faded away, but we heard no transmissions on the radio.

Life on the Goose continued, we fixed meals, ate, cleaned up, tried to study, or amuse ourselves, and understand what had happened to our world. I think the adults, particularly Mrs. Hall, had it the hardest. We kids were confident that our parents would somehow make it all right.

The rain continued, and the GPS indicated that we were 400 miles West of San Francisco. On August first (Day 48), Dad replaced the radar antenna, and set the jib. We slowly started making our way East.

Chapter 3

David Russell looked like a typical surfer. He had sun bleached blond hair and stood just over six feet. He was in his third year of Electrical Engineering at UC Berkley. His parents were lawyers, and he had grown up living in a waterfront condo in Sausalito, CA. After passing finals, he packed up with two friends, to spend the summer back packing in the Sierra high country.

On the morning of Day –1, a conflict had developed between David and his friends. The weather was threatening, and a meteor strike a few miles south had started a small forest fire. They were just below a mountain peak, beside a small lake. David had lugged his telescope, in addition to a 70-pound pack, the 15 miles from where they had left the trucks.

“I’m not worried about the weather, if it gets too bad we can shelter in the mine shaft below the cliff. I want to get more pictures of the meteor shower.”

“That’s OK for you David, but Cindy is scared, and we are going back to my truck. We’ll leave most of our gear in the mine, and come back after the weather clears. You can watch it from up here, but we are going to find a motel with a big TV and a hot tub.”

Jason and Cindy left before noon. The wind and rain squalls increased all afternoon, and David broke camp, and moved everything into the mineshaft.

The meteor shower increased in intensity, with frequent visible strikes throughout the night.

The sun did not break through the heavy cloud cover, on Day 0. The earthquakes started just after 9:00 AM. The aftershocks increased, to the point that David grabbed his pack and ran to a small depression in the center of the meadow. By mid-afternoon the quake activity peaked with a shock that literally bounced his prone body off the ground. As the quakes subsided, the wind and rain increased. By 6:00 PM of Day 0, the depression had filled with rainwater and David had to crawl back to the mineshaft to take shelter from the raging storm.

He was surprised to find it mostly intact. He crawled back in out of the wind and the rain and slept. Water, flowing out of the mine, woke him the next morning. The storm raged outside, and visibility was zero. David opened the pack he had been leaning against, took out a flashlight, and started taking stock of his situation.

The mine had a slight uphill slope, and a small stream of water was now flowing down the center of the shaft. Some rocks and debris had fallen down the cliff and partially blocked the entrance. Although the water pooled there, it flowed out of the mine and down into the darkness.

David carefully moved his pack, as well as Jason’s and Cindy’s, away from the water. He hoped that they were in a safe place, and knew it was not likely they would return any time soon. He drank some water, ate a power bar, and listened to the howling wind.

The hours passed, and David made camp by lamplight. He had plenty of food and water, and shelter, but limited battery life, so he stayed in the dark most of the time.

The wind eased by the end of Day 2, but the rain continued to come down in sheets. By mid-day of Day 3, there was a little visibility. The lake had filled the meadow, and the tree line, which had ringed the Western edge of the lake, was gone.

The days passed, with only gray skies and constant, unremitting, torrential rain. David had a handheld, multi-band transceiver, which emitted only static on all bands.

After a few days, housebound at the mine, David started exploring the area. A raging river, which had been a dry creek bed, now blocked the trail down the mountain. He returned to the mine, soaked and discouraged.

The days became weeks and the rains never abated. Finally, on Day 48, the rain eased to a gentle shower. David wrote a note for Jason and Cindy, or anyone else who came to the mine. He packed the remaining food, the first aid kit, his sleeping bag, the radio, utensils, a hand axe, the 357 Magnum pistol, and ammunition. He left his telescope and the other’s packs. The poncho kept most of the rain off him and the pack.

Chapter 4

Zeke Jacoby looked like a geek, with horn-rimmed glasses, a slender frame, and short black hair that accentuated his premature balding. He was a self made man, an engineering genius, and after cashing out of his dot com, just before the crash, a 27 year old, multi-millionaire. He lived on a custom houseboat, anchored just off of Sausalito. He was single, unencumbered, and spent most of his days researching and writing a blog titled: Offthegridandafloat.com.

On the morning of Day -1, his current lady friend left in a huff after Zeke refused to cancel his plan to pull up anchor and sail up the Sacramento River and spend a few days in the delta. He wanted to get away from the light pollution of the Bay Area. And get some good video of the meteor shower. He had also read the net warning signs of a Coastal Event.

He helped Angela take her bags from the dock to her car. She would not even give him a goodbye kiss, and drove away with her nose in the air. Zeke was not disturbed. He had resolved to never again let a woman take him for a ride. His wife had filed for divorce shortly after the stock sale, and had moved to Mexico with his former broker as soon as she got her half of the community property settlement.

Within an hour, the ungainly craft was making six knots up the River. The houseboat was named Busted Flush, after Travis McGee's houseboat in the novels by John D. McDonald. The Flush, was a 60′ x 20′ ocean rated barge that had spent over a year in the shipyard, in a major conversion to a combination luxury apartment, off the grid lab, and inland cruiser. It was propelled by a pair of inboard/outboard drive diesels. The upper deck contained the bridge, computer, and living room.

A 12KW solar array collected energy, which was stored as compressed air in a pair of below deck carbon fiber pressure vessels. The Tesla based turbo compressors and motors could be reversed to generate electric power when it was needed. The lab included an alcohol still, a bio diesel processor, in 10 gallon batches, a hydroponics garden, a small machine shop and fabrication center, an electronics bench, and a mix of other equipment and supplies.

It was before midnight of Day-1 when Zeke set both anchors in a slough East of a hill. He was awakened early on Day 0 by the blast of wind out of the East that just kept increasing. By 8:00 AM, the tide was running out at a tremendous rate, and by 9:30 the Flush was setting on the mud.

By noon, the earthquakes were occurring every few minutes. Zeke was worried that the mud would swallow the vessel. The big one happened in the afternoon, a few minutes after the incoming tide had floated the Flush free of the mud. He heard it coming, just like the previous shocks, except the noise was many times greater, and it went on for several minutes. He could see trees shaking, and falling. Then the hillside split and slid down into the slue. It pushed the Flush sideways, dragging both anchors, washing over the starboard side, until the port side was driven into the trees on the East bank of the slue.

The tide continued to rise, until Zeke had to retrieve both anchors to avoid over stressing their systems. He set the sea anchor and hoped the drift would not drive the Flush into anything. The wind had shifted to come from the West, along with a driving rain that never quit.

Visibility was zero, and the sea anchor had snagged on something. It held for an hour and then came loose with a lurch. Zeke caught a few hours sleep, on the bridge, with his life jacket on.

On the morning of Day 1, the Flush ground to a halt, against something that prevented the wind from driving it further east. The tide had stopped rising, but the wind was still blasting, and the rain continued its deluge.

Zeke had stowed most of the electronics before the worst of the Solar EMP storm. He retrieved the multi-band radio receiver, and reconnected the external antenna. All he found on any band was static. He then fired up the GPS and was able to capture two satellites. The GPS indicated a current position on the West Side of the San Joaquin Valley, near the town of Clovis.

The wind eased to a steady 15-knot blow, by Day 5, and the downpour continued. Zeke spent his days inspecting the vessel for leaks, and checking for damage. The nights were spent in a fruitless effort to find any radio traffic He still slept in his life jacket. He was in good shape for food and fuel. Since there was no sun he had to run the small generator a few hours every other day to recharge the air storage tanks.

On Day 48, the wind died and the rain decreased to a light drizzle. The visibility increased to a half mile. Zeke reinstalled the radar antenna package, and repaired some connections on the solar arrays. The solar power output was still minimal because the only daylight was a dull glow.

Chapter 5

USMC Captain Walter Brent was 28 years old, and looked like a recruiting poster. He came through the El Toro gates at 0700 on Day -2. He was scheduled to be on call as the pilot of the VIP Osprey V-22 aircraft. On the rare occasions when he had flown a VIP mission, it was to take some General from one base to another. Usually they used fixed wing aircraft unless there was no landing strip, and the distance was out of helicopter range.

Walter figured that he would spend the day doing paperwork in the ready room. Things were tense at the base. The President's Emergency Declaration had significantly increased the security level, and civilians were not being allowed on base.

Major Bert Walker, his Wing Commander, came in waving a flight plan. “We have a hot one. You need to pick up some Homeland Security bigwigs at the helicopter pad on the LA Federal Building.”

“Where are they going?” Walter asked.

“Some spook facility up near Reno. You better grab your overnight kit, the weather is not looking good.”

When he went to the flight line to start the preflight checks Walter was surprised to not find his usual Crew Chief. “Where's Gunny Larson?”

“The Duty Crew Chief replied, “ Gunny Larson and his whole crew got loaded up along with a full service and repair package and flown out of here yesterday.”

“Where the hell did they go?”

“It was supposed to be hush hush, but Corporal Benson said they were going somewhere in Northern Nevada.”

Walter called home while the Flight Engineer was running a computer check. He told Sue, his wife, that he might have to overnight. He the told her he loved her, and asked her to kiss the kids for him.

His copilot, Lt. Marsha Rothermal, looked pissed. “I had a date for the Angels game tonight,” she said.

Walter knew she was a rabid fan. “I guess you'll have to listen on the radio, or watch it on the DVR when we get back”.

The computer check completed, they taxied out to the runway, rotated, and took off. When they checked in with LAX Traffic Control, Walter was surprised to have a Red Priority, which took them directly to the Federal Building.

As soon as the Port engine was shut down, a group of men approached the craft. There were four guys in suits and six guys in full combat gear, carrying automatic weapons. Walter thought that the contingent of bodyguards was a bit of overkill.

One of the bodyguards came in to the flight deck and asked for their cell phones, in a polite, but demanding tone. Walter was not pleased, since he planned to call and speak to the kids when they got home from school. “This must be some hot shit secure mission, what gives?” He asked.

His answer was stony silence, and the bodyguard's hand out.

“OK, you guys have all the guns. But we’re all on the same team. Give him your phones.”

The flight to a set of GPS coordinates took a little over two hours. Walter had checked his charts, and nothing at that location was shown. It was in the middle of a restricted area.

They landed on a pad next to a large, heavily reinforced hanger that was built into a cutout on the side of a mountain. As soon as they touched down, the hanger doors opened, and a couple of black SUVs pulled out. After the guests departed, a small tractor pulled up, attached a tow bar and pulled the Osprey into the hanger. The massive hanger doors started to close after them.

“Grab your bags guys, it looks like we're going to spend the night here.”

He was not surprised to see Gunny Larson driving the tractor, and the other members of the service crew setting the tie downs.

“What in the hell is going on Gunny?”

“All they told us is that we’re here until the emergency is over. There's a monster bunker under this mountain, with a lot of FEMA and Homeland Security types. It looks like we are the only military here. We are quartered down on Level Five, all by ourselves. These guys are acting like we work for them. Our Travel Orders say we do. It's good to have you here Sir.”

Half an hour later, Walter was escorted to a plush office on Level Two. DHS Director Malcolm Kemp stood with an outstretched hand.

Kemp looked like a bureaucrat playing solder, with stiffly starched black fatigues, with several official looking patches and badges.

“Welcome to the Western Command Center Captain Brent. You’re assigned here for the emergency duration.”

He handed Walter a single page, with a single paragraph, under the Presidential

Seal. It was signed by the President and gave ultimate control over all governmental assets, both material and personal to the regional FEMA Directors.

Walter read the paragraph, and then asked, “Just what is this emergency, and how long do you expect it to last?”

“There is a slight chance that the asteroid approach could be deflected by a developing unusually large solar flare, into an Earth impact. If it occurs, it could be civilization ending. We are one of several shelters that should make a recovery possible.

This shelter houses nearly 2000 people with the skills and tools to maintain our government and administrate the recovery.”

“What about the people outside? Walter demanded.

“If the worst happens, we expect there will be some survivors, and we will take care of them after conditions stabilize. Remember, it looks like less than a 10% possibility, but we had to make some hard choices.”

Walter stood up, “I have a family down South, I need to be with them.”

“I'm sorry, but your aircraft would be essential if things go bad. You are the senior military officer here, and we need you to do your duty. You and your people will be confined to quarters until the event window has passed.”

Walter stiffened, “I want to communicate with my commanding officer. I don't believe this is a valid order.”

Director Kemp pressed a button, and two Security Guards appeared. “Again, I'm sorry, but the communication channels are being disrupted by the EMP conditions.”

Walter was escorted to level Five, where he gave the bad news to his team of 26 Marines. In addition to himself, 11 others had family in Southern California.

The reactions included rage, fear, and sorrow. The afternoon and evening of Day -1 were spent in quiet conversations and prayer.

The earthquakes started just after breakfast on Day 0, and increased in frequency, duration, and intensity throughout the morning. The power went out several times, and when the big one hit in early afternoon, it stayed out. There was emergency lighting, and the electrically locked doors, unlocked. Crack appeared in the perimeter rock walls.

The quakes diminished, and the lights finally came on just after 5:00 PM. One week later, Walter was escorted back to Director Kemp; office. In route, he noticed that the damage was limited to cracks in the walls and dust on many horizontal surfaces.

Kemp's face was grave. “I'm afraid that .the worst has happened. All communications, including fiber optics has been lost. Before we lost the sensor package, the surface winds were over 120 knots and the remote seismographs indicated several quakes over 9. We may be the only survivors. Our orders are to stay buttoned up until we are sure the danger is past. I need your team's cooperation and support. We won’t keep you separated from the rest of the staff any longer. We have adequate supplies and recreation facilities for a long-term stay. I’ll keep you informed on any developments. You can move to the senior staff quarters and mess on Level Nine any time.

Walter replied “I will stay with my folks for now if that's OK. We will make good use of the facilities. My people have been going a little stir crazy.

Chapter 6

Cindy Henderson was 18 years old, and a freshman at Montana State. She was on vacation with her parents in their RV on Day-2, when they decided to wait out the storm in a Reno hotel. They were all full except for the Atlantis Casino Resort. It was big, overpriced, and substantial, but they had a room left. There was a convention there and the bars, restaurants, and casino was crowded.

That night at 11:00 PM they were awakened by the fire alarm. Cindy slipped on a pair of jeans and a sweater, and helped her folks get down the stairs.

When they reached the lobby, armed men in full combat gear were separating the people as they came down the stairway. Cindy was pulled away from her parents and hustled through a door. She shouted at her father and saw him clubbed to the floor when he tried to intervene.

She was forced down a gauntlet of troopers wearing flack jackets with DHS on their chests into a large bus. It was almost full, of young women. They were pushed further back and 6 troopers occupied the first three rows of seats. The door slammed, and the bus started moving. She could see several other buses as they assembled into a convoy lead by Humvees with machine guns on top. They left Reno going south, and turned off the freeway 45 minutes later. After another 30 minutes, they went through some gates, through a hanger full of aircraft, and down a long ramp.

They were hustled off the bus into a huge room full of military type vehicles to a bank of elevators. In groups of a dozen, they were escorted into the elevators, and down to the eighth level. The doors opened to a long corridor, with several branches. Each branch held a locked steel door, and Cindy’s group was pushed through the door on the third branch.

The door opened into a long room, with a total of 50 bunks along both walls. At the far end of the room was an open restroom with sinks, toilets, and a big shower area. Women were milling around, questioning each other, and crying.

The door slammed shut after the next group entered. Cindy found an empty bunk and sat down. She could not believe what had happened to her. After a few minutes a loudspeaker made an announcement:

“This is Regional DHS Director Malcolm Kemp. The President has declared a National Emergency. There is a high possibility that tomorrow an asteroid strike may end the world as we know it. This facility and 11 others like it are charged with directing recovery operations and restoring order and governmental control of the surviving population if the worst happens. You were taken to save your lives if the worst happens.

Unfortunately, we do not have room for the rest of the area population. If the worst case happens, the inhabitants may represent the only hope of mankind to survive. Since most of the DHS people here are male, it was necessary to insure that a suitable number of females are present to insure a broad gene pool.

If the asteroid misses, you will be returned to your lives and families. If it does not, we all will have to get on with our new lives.

The doors are locked during this event for your protection. A cart with food for the next 24 hours will be delivered shortly. I suggest that you stay in your bunks since we may experience severe aftershocks. Good night,”

The pandemonium started again, and Cindy just sat there in silence, trying to comprehend what was happening. The woman on the next bunk lit a cigarette, in defiance of the No Smoking signs, and said, “Hang in there honey, we’ll get through this if we don’t go into meltdown.”  She stood, and then sat down beside Cindy and placed her arm around her shoulders.

Together, they hung on during the terrors of Day 0, and the days after.

Cindy’s new friend, Rose McAllen, was 23 and had run away from a molesting foster home when she was 15. She had started hooking immediately, and was making $1000 a night on Day –1. She was a survivor, and had resolved to help Cindy cope with their new life, no matter which direction it took.

On Day 11 all of the women were taken to the general mess hall, where a stage had been erected. Director Kemp was standing at a lectern, and armed troopers lined the walls. He had a stern expression, and then started speaking.

“I am sorry to inform you that the worst has happened. There have been massive earthquakes and volcanic eruptions everywhere. Before we lost contact with the Presidential Bunker below the Denver Airport, they reported that most of the East Coast was under water, and that Yellowstone, Mammoth Mountain, and Mount Rainer had massive eruptions. They were reporting their site was being covered by ash when we lost contact. Before we lost it our surface weather station had reported continuous wind velocities of over 120 MPH for several hours.

I must conclude, and FEMA Regional Director Morris agrees, that it is likely that we may be the only survivors in North America.

Going forward, our plans include staying buttoned up in the bunker for 36 months, in order to allow surface conditions to stabilize. We will attempt to make the living conditions for everyone as good as our resources permit. You have been restricted during this crisis period for your own safety. I know that many of you are upset with the circumstances that brought you here. I had to look at the potential big picture, and make a number of hard choices, including the one that brought you here, without your friends and loved ones.

The hard fact remains, we may be the only humans left to repopulate the earth. There was no opportunity for the staff here to bring our family and friends, including my own wife and children. We are all in the same boat. In time the grief will pass, and we must move on.

The staff population includes about 100 women, and over 1500 men. Within the next few weeks we will be screening all of you, medically, professionally, and emotionally. We will have an assignment for each of you that best fulfills the needs of this community. Our objective is to develop a stable, productive, and prolific community that has a minimum of four children from each fertile woman.”

There was a great outcry and rage among the assembled women, and Kemp just stood there, while the troopers brought their weapons to port arms.

“You may not like it, but I have both a carrot and a stick. Those who cooperate will have an improved standard of living and a good life. Anyone that does not respect our authority will not be treated gently. You will be called in small groups for interviews, starting tomorrow.” With that he turned and left the room, and the women were herded back to their barracks.

Cindy was beside herself. “What are they expecting?”

Rose lit her last cigarette and said, “They want us to be brood mares and whores. We can’t fight it, they have all the guns, and rape is no fun. I know. All we can do is go along until we have an opportunity. Just stick with me, and I’ll help you through it. It’s not too bad if you don’t fight it, and sometimes it’s pretty good.”

That evening, there were two suicides by mothers who realized that their children were gone.

Over the next weeks many things changed. They now ate their meals in the General Mess. They were also welcome in the gym and pool, as well as the four clubs that had nightly music, limited booze, and many dark corners. The staff all had private rooms and women were welcome to enter and stay. Birth control of any form was not available, and when a women was confirmed pregnant then she had the option of staying with the presumed father, or moving into a room with another mother to be.

Cindy worked days in Director Kemp’s office, and Rose worked in the laundry. They went to the gym most days and to a club three or four times a week. Cindy met a cute young officer, Raymond Jennings, who was the pilot for the big helicopter. Rose was busy captivating a senior officer. He was in his 40’s, and commanded the Motor Pool Company. They both occasionally stayed overnight, but refused offers of a different arraignment.

Their lives seemed to stabilize, until the week when Cindy’s period was late, and she was sick every morning. When the test strip indicated that she was indeed pregnant, she went to Rose in tears.

Again, Rose was pragmatic. “So you’re going to have a kid. It’s not the end of the world. Move in with your guy the next time he offers. You must have set the hook by now. I know I have the Colonel wrapped around my finger.”

Reluctantly, Cindy agreed that moving in was the best option, for now. Two months later, when she admitted that she was pregnant, he kicked her out. She moved in with another mom who had suffered a similar fate.

When Lilly was born Cindy thought she was a miracle, and resolved that she would never have to live like her mother.

Chapter 7

There was a lot of debris in the water, shipping containers, parts of buildings, even the bow of a ship that was bigger than the Goose. The days had heavily overcast skies, with less than a mile of visibility. At night, there was none, and when the darkness returned, we struck the jib and drifted until the next morning.

Finally, on September third (Day 96), we approached what the GPS said was San Francisco Bay. I was looking through binoculars, trying to spot the Golden Gate Bridge. Dad pointed to a square, orange structure, sticking out of the water.

“I believe that’s the South Tower,” he said. “And over there, that must be the top stories of the B of A building. The sea level must have risen well over 300 feet.”

Everyone was out on deck, and the silence said it all.

Allison Jacobs asked, “Where did all the people go?”

No one had an answer that they were willing to voice.

We anchored the Goose for the night, and turned on all the lights. Even though we all looked until we were tired, we found no evidence of life.

The next morning, April Hall demanded that we sail up the Sacramento River to see if we could find her husband Eric. She had been through hell, not knowing, and no one argued with her.

The trip was slow, because of the amount of floating debris, and the fact that we had to navigate using the GPS, since the river was now part of a huge Inland Sea.

We reached what the GPS said was the Port of Sacramento by late morning of the next day. The city was mostly under water, except for some wrecked high rise buildings and houses on the foothills to the east. We followed the path of the American River, and passed over Folsom Dam. It was under over 150 feet of water according to the fathometer.

We anchored in shallow water near what the map called El Dorado Hills. Most of the homes appeared intact, except for blown out windows. Dad noticed smoke coming from a chimney on a home near the top of the hill. He tried calling out with loudspeaker, but got no response.

We turned all the lights on again that night, and waited. About two hours after sundown, Dad saw a couple of people sneaking down the hill with the night vision goggles. Doc turned on the spotlight on them, and they crouched down behind a wall.

Dad called out with the loudspeaker “We mean you no harm. Come back in the morning and we can talk.”

Doc then turned off the spotlight and all the external lights. Dad kept watch with the night vision goggles until the stranger left the area.

The next morning we unstrapped the inflatable and Dad ran it the 50 yards to the shore. I saw that he had a pistol under his shirt, and that both Doc and Mr. Jacobs had assault rifles out of sight on deck. The moms herded all us kids below decks. I fired up the TV camera on the main mast and we watched Dad’s progress.

Dad stayed in the open, and was soon joined by a man holding a long gun. They talked for a long time, and then shook hands. The man went behind a building and Dad returned to the boat.

He explained what he had learned. “Times are very bad around here. The flood, earthquake, and the storm killed anyone not on high ground and under cover. The survivors are desperate, hungry, and scared. Those that have provisions have to fight to keep them. There are roaming bands of thugs that take anything they want and kill anyone who objects. The man I spoke with, is Aaron Johnson, a CHP Sargent. He and his wife and two kids, live in the home where we saw the smoke. They have already had to fight off two different groups of thugs, and his wife was wounded in the last one. He asked if we would take his family to someplace that is safer. He has provisions and some weapons. It’s up to you Doc, but I vote we help them. He seems like a decent guy, and we may need another gun.”

Doc did not hesitate, “No question about it, we need them as much as they need us. I’ll get my medical bag.”

Dad pulled in the anchor and drove the Goose as close as possible to the shore. Dad and Doc, with assault rifles on their backs went ashore, and walked up the hill. Several minutes later, a pickup came down the hill. Doc helped a young woman and two kids into the boat. We helped them aboard, and April Hall took the boat back to the shore.

The pickup was full of provisions and survival equipment. It took three trips and all the remaining storage space to get it all on board.

A group of thugs on motorcycles appeared as we were bringing the inflatable back on deck. Again we kids were hustled below decks, this time to the sounds of gunfire.

Dad backed the Goose away from shore while our assault rifles returned fire and forced the thugs to take cover. We sailed back down toward Sacramento.

Doc had a car GPS that he fired up, and used it to anchor over the Capital Building. The sonar painted a picture of a pile of rubble. Dad unpacked the little submersible ROV, and it relayed a TV picture, which indicated much of downtown, had been heavily damaged in the earthquakes that proceeded the flooding. April Hall watched in silence, and then fled the bridge. Her sister, Allison Jacobs followed and Doc commented. “He’s gone.”

The next morning we started searching for a safe refuge to make a land base. A week later, up the Sacramento River, we found an isolated island that the map called Sutters Butte. We sailed all the way around it, and found a cliff on the West Side, that made a natural wharf. Dad maneuvered the Goose up to it, and we tied up to a couple of big trees.

The island was seven miles long and ten miles wide. There were five abandoned summer homes scattered along it and a large meadow that became our communal garden site. Doc took the larger home, and it was designated as the Medical Center. Dad and I stayed living on the Goose, to keep an eye on things like keeping the bilge pumped. The other three families set up housekeeping in the other homes, and the first garden was planted.

After all the supplies were unloaded, We started doing some salvage and trading trips. We towed several floating cargo containers back to the island. One was full of new bikes and another had 4 new garden tractors and accessories. Others were useless, big screen TV’s, purses, electronics, and other junk. A container full of designer blue jeans and another of camping gear added to the trading booty.

We stopped at several places around the shores of the Inland Sea, where we found survivors. We mostly traded for food items, including live chickens, pygmy goats and rabbits. We also gave refuge to a few families with useful skills, including an ER Nurse, a machinist, a farmer, and a crewman from a tugboat. He said that the tug and a fuel barge it was towing had been abandoned in the delta when the water receded. He had a dirt bike on board and had used it to get to high ground.

The next trip we went looking for the tug and found it and the barge east of Stockton. It took a week of hard work, but we were able to get them both re-floated and the tug operational.

Chapter 8

The path down the mountain was treacherous and muddy. The creek was down quite a bit, but David had to work his downstream almost a mile before he found a safe place to ford. It was almost nightfall when he reached the point where he left his truck. The wind had rolled it down the side of the hill. The shell over the bed was partially crushed, but it was mostly dry, and David was able to sleep dry that night.

The next morning David started working his way down the mountain, mostly following the fire road he had taken on the way up. When it joined the highway, he continued west. By that afternoon he reached the junction where his friends plan to stay at the Creekside Motel.

There was nothing left but the foundations. During the Event the creek had become a raging river, and washed it all away. He hoped that they had not stopped there, but a mile downstream he saw Jason’s crumpled truck wedged against the hillside. He checked inside the cab, but their stuff was not there. Deep down he knew that they had not survived.

The next afternoon he reached the Big Thunder Indian Casino. The two-story building was mostly intact. There were fresh tire tracks in the sand that covered the parking lot, but no vehicle was in sight. At the entrance he called out, but heard no reply. When he entered, a sickly sweet smell greeted him.

They were in the bar area. Both were dead, with evidence of torture, and the woman was nude.

David spent the afternoon burying them in a common grave behind the building. There was an office upstairs, where the safe had been opened and emptied. He slept there that night on a couch, with the pistol by his side. He took a couple of cans of meat and a box of Bisquick from the pantry, and a bottle of scotch from the bar. After a breakfast of canned ham and cheese, He shouldered his pack and started following the tire tracks down the canyon.

After about five miles, the tracks turned off the highway, on to a narrow road. The tracks did not come out. David climbed the hill above the road, and carefully followed it up the canyon, while keeping in the brush and out of sight.

He heard the scream before he saw the cabin. Dropping the pack, he crept closer, and discovered that an older man was tied to a column that supported the corner of the roof. The older man screamed when a younger man touched a cigarette to his face. An AK47 was leaning against the wall. Another young man opened the door and said, “knock it off, the old broad just dropped the coffee when he screamed. I’m hungry, let’s eat first.”

The second man came out and sat down at a table on the other side of the porch. “Gimme a butt and a light.”

The other guy responded, “ I tell you they gotta have some gold around somewhere. They got a nice sluce box over there. I’ll make that geezer talk, just like I made that guy open the safe.”

“All in good time, now I want to eat. Hurry up in there,” he shouted.

The door opened, and an older woman came out carrying a coffeepot and two cups. “I’ll have it ready in a few minutes. The Coleman’s only got one burner.” She set the items down and went back inside.

Keeping out of sight, David crept around to the back of the cabin. There was a back door, and he carefully opened it. She startled when she saw him, but did not cry out.

“Shush, I’m a friend. Ask one of them to open the door for you and get out of the way. It’s risky, but I have to try to take them both out.” She agreed, and took out a tray and a stack of dishes.

David hid behind the door, and the woman called out for someone to open the door. When it swung open, the woman threw the tray to the floor with a crash. The startled young man hesitated and then started to reach for the 9mm at his waist. David had wondered if he would be able to take a life, but did not hesitate to put a 357 slug through his chest, and knocked him off the porch.

David was through the door before the second young man could reach the AK47, and the first bullet in his hip, spun him around. The second took him out.

The old man, Elmer Frombach, was in bad shape. David and his wife Alice carried him into the bed. He had a broken arm, lots of cuts, burns, and bruises, and a possible concussion. After they had done everything possible for Fred, Alice made a meal for them.

“They came driving up like they owned the place, pulled out their guns, and tied Fred up. There was nothing we could do. Thank God you showed up. They would have killed us for sure.”

David then told her what he had found at the casino. After finishing the best meal he had enjoyed since before the Event, he buried the two thugs in a shallow grave below the road. Their vehicle was a 1989 Dodge diesel 4X4 truck. It was all decked out with a shell, roll bar, a winch, and big off road tires. There was a CB radio and a shotgun in the cab. The fuel tank was almost full and there were two, full five gallon fuel containers in the shell. A bag in the shell contained the contents of the casino safe. There was also a box with several cases of ammunition and another box of liquor.

David stayed with the Frombachs for two months, while Elmer recovered. He made a trip back to the casino and returned with all the useable food from the pantry. In a second trip he loaded up anything he thought would be a good barter item. The Frombachs would be OK for a while with the supplies he recovered from the casino, but they were both seniors, and physically were in no shape to do what was necessary for long-term sustainability.

He promised to come back for them as soon as he secured a safe and sustainable location for them all to live. They insisted that he take most of the bulk packaged food supplies, saying that they would not be able to use it before it spoiled. He left the shotgun, his pistol, and the ammo for them.

Chapter 9

On Day 50 Zeke started the port engine and backed away from ledge where it had been grounded, and set the anchor. Over the next two days he made a complete inspection of his craft, including an underwater look to insure that the hull was not damaged.

With the fuel tanks still nearly full, Zeke resolved to start a survey of the Inland Sea. On Day 62, he noticed a smoke smudge on the western horizon. The next morning he pulled up to a small island. There was a building in a cutout against a hill. A tractor tire was burning at the water's edge, and behind stood three adults and a small child.

They were all desperately hungry, dirty, and overjoyed to see him. Later, after a meal and baths, Zeke sat with Hector Mendoza, his son Roberto, and daughter in-law, Maria Delgado. The child, Christopher, was Maria's son. They had taken shelter in the building, when the water started rising. They had just survived, on a case of almonds, they found in the warehouse. Hector's wife had been a diabetic, and had died on Day 23. Maria's husband had gone into town to get the insulin prescription refilled on Day 0, and had not returned.

The next morning, over coffee with Hector while Maria made breakfast, they discussed their future.

“I and my son are farmers. We have lived in this valley all our lives. If we can find a place with good dirt, we can grow plenty of food. There is a place Southeast of here that Con-Agra planted an apricot orchard on the hillside. It did not do well without the irrigation quota, but the soil is good. I hope we can find some seeds, I don't want to have to survive on apricots and wild onions.”

Zeke interrupted, “I have a wide variety of seeds for my hydroponic garden. Do you think we can find it?”

Hector replied, “It is about 30 miles Southeast of here. There are some tools and equipment that we can use in the warehouse, Roberto and I will get them aboard right after breakfast.”

Zeke was pleased to have company, and Maria's breakfast was a welcome change from what he usually threw together.

They reached their new home the next afternoon. Although the orchard was heavily damaged by the storm, Hector said that with pruning, most of the trees should recover.

Over the next six months, the garden was planted, the orchard was pruned, and a shelter was built. Zeke wanted everyone to keep living on the Flush, but Hector insisted that he wanted to have a shelter on shore. On the day it was completed, Zeke proposed to Maria.

She had dealt with her grief, and recognized that Zeke was a fine man, who loved her, and would provide for her and her son. They stayed on the Flush, and within a year, Lilly Jacoby arrived.

Chapter 10

On Day 145, David started down the hill. When he reached Highway 49 he turned north toward Placerville. He crossed the Cosumnes River Bridge with some misgivings, since the debris on it indicated that it had been over washed. The crossing was made without difficulty.

As he crested the next hill, David saw a bedraggled figure walking along the road. As he approached, the man turned, smiled, and stuck out his thumb. He pulled along side, stopped, and said, “You look like you could really use a lift.”

“I’ve been rode hard and put away wet, as my grandpa used to say. My name’s William Landon, but most folks call me Tiny. I would appreciate a ride, but I need something to eat. I ran out of food three days ago.”

“I can help both ways, I’m David Russell.”

They made a small fire on the side of the road, made a meal of canned ham and pancakes, and got acquainted.

Tiny, was well over six feet, and a big boned man with a full beard. He was in route to a friend’s wedding in Reno on Day –1, and took shelter in a barn near Nashville. On Day 0, the barn fell down and crushed his Harley. The flood rushing out of the mountains washed away what was left of the town and he barely made it to high ground. He rode out the storm in the wreckage of a house, and started walking north when the salvaged food ran out. His family also lived in the Bay area, where he had an accounting firm.

In less than an hour, the two men developed a friendship and agreed to work together to get back home. They drove on North up Highway 49 through the wreckage of El Dorado. When they reached Diamond Springs, they found a jack-knifed tractor-trailer blocking Highway 49 at the junction of Missouri Flat Road. Spray painted on the side of the trailer was the words: Trespassers Will Be Shot!

The map showed a westbound on-ramp to Highway 50 from Missouri Flat Road, so they drove that direction. On the eastbound Highway 50 on-ramp was another will be shot message. Tiny commented, “looks like they don’t want any company.”

“I guess they had trouble with looters,” replied David.

Highway 50 eastbound was choked with wrecks and stalled cars. A few bodies were visible inside some of them. A sense of foreboding came over both men as they continued westbound.

It was near sundown when they crested the last foothill. Instead of the valley and Sacramento stretching out before them, a vast Inland Sea covered everything.

David stopped the truck, and gasped, “they’re all gone.”

Tiny opened his door and stumbled down to his knees. With tears streaming, he exclaimed, “I can’t believe it. My family, all the people, why did I survive?”

Both men sat on the ground on each side of the truck, trying to come to grips with the enormity of the situation. The day was ending when David spoke. “ With the water level this high around the world, we’ve lost the 80% of the people that live along the coast. This is truly the end of the world as we know it.”

Tiny replied. : I don’t know about you, but I almost wish I hadn’t survived.”

David stood up and said, “we can’t let our civilization collapse. Those of us left have to do what it takes to insure that the children of the survivors don’t live in the dark ages. We have to keep as much of the knowledge intact, so mankind can recover. To do that, we have to survive, and to prosper. I need you to be my partner, to help me make a difference.”

Tiny stood, and embraced his friend, and said, “Your right. We better make some supper while there is some light left. Tomorrow’s not going to be any easier.”

The next morning, they continued down the hill. As they approached the point where Highway 50 disappeared under the Inland Sea, David noticed something on a large building on the water’s edge. “That building has a big solar array on the roof. I’ll bet I can get some of it generating power.”

They took the last off ramp and approached the building. It was a Best Buy warehouse electronics store, and the building appeared intact. In the same complex was a Furniture Warehouse, also mostly intact, and a Starbucks attached to a gas station convenience store, which were wrecked. The front windows in the Furniture store had blown out and a lot of the inventory in the front of the store had water damage. The offices and warehouse in the rear of the store were intact. There was a couch in one office, which Tiny claimed. David did not blame him, since his foam pad only was for one.

“No problem, I’ll sleep on one of the beds outside. Lets check out the other building. I want to get up on the roof and see what shape the solar system is in.”

The front of the Best Buy had steel roll-down doors over the entrance doors and windows. They drove around to the back and found a two bay dock, and a drive through vehicle entrance, all with roll-down doors. They did find two steel access doors. Three shots with the 357 blew out the deadbolt on one of them and they were inside.

The next week was spent surveying and consolidating their new home. The Best Buy building was secure, after they found the open key safe and barricaded the door with the blown out deadbolt. It had daylight lighting through translucent panels in the roof and walls. That building would be the home of the Best Buy Trading Post. It was filled with all of the electronics and appliances that were presently useless.

David had hopes to restore some of the solar power generation capacity from the roof panel array, but his initial efforts had proven unsuccessful. He did find a case of solar laptop chargers that would recharge a laptop, after two or three day’s exposure to the overcast daylight sky.

They moved most of the inventory into the warehouse, and stacked it for long term storage. The batteries, lights, solar chargers, and a few other selected items were placed on covered display cabinets in the rear of the sales area. The salvageable items from the convenience store and Starbucks were also moved into the warehouse.

With a recharged laptop and battery powered printer, David printed 25 notices.

Attention

The Proprietors of the Best Buy Trading Post announce our Grand Opening Fair. We will open our doors on Saturday, October 20. We are located in El Dorado Hills at the end of Highway 50, in the Best Buy Building. We have a secure place for you and your trading goods, out of the rain, so you can stay overnight. Bring anything you have to swap for something you need. We have some batteries, lights, solar chargers, and a few other selected items. We will trade for most anything, since if we don’t need it someone else probably will. We want food, bicycles, seeds, fishing gear, tools, ammo, pumps, and solar equipment.

We also can provide a slow recharging service for small battery powered devices. We could charge your cell phone but it still won’t work.

Our world has changed beyond our understanding. We have all lost too much. Now is the time for those of us who have survived, to start rebuilding our lives, and working together. It will take our, and our children’s lifetimes to remake this corner of the world, but what choice do we have?

There are some that have preyed on others since the Event. That behavior will not be tolerated here.

THIEVES WILL BE SHOT…

David Russell and Tiny Landon

Early the next week, David loaded up and headed back up Highway 50 to bring the Frombachs back to their new home. Tiny stayed behind to guard the property. David left several notices at the Missouri Flat off ramp and the junction at Highway 49. He left one notice at every crossroad all the way up to the Frombach’s cabin. Elmer and Alice were overjoyed to see him, and David felt like he had come home. They were excited when he described the trading post idea.

Later, over dinner, David described so far unsuccessful efforts to get any power out of the solar system. Elmer smiled and said, “you didn’t have any power on the service side did you?”

“No, that’s why I am trying to get the solar system up, “ David replied.

Elmer continued, “You have to have voltage on the load lines before the converter will turn on, it’s a safety feature, to prevent someone down the line from getting g shocked by the solar panel. You need a small battery powered converter to energize the load side of the solar converted so it will turn on. Then you can switch on the real loads and the solar system will drive it.”

David shook his head, and said, “I have all the engineering book learning, but not enough real world experience to know that. I’m glad to have your help, and your experience.”

The next morning, they started loading the truck and a small trailer with everything that might be needed in their new home. David assured them that there was plenty of furniture to pick from. Elmer did have a good selection of tools, some fishing gear, and some heritage seeds. Alice had a kitchen full of stuff as well as bedding, an old sewing machine, knitting supplies, and family pictures. They also took the wood stove and the hand pump for the well.

They were ready to leave by early afternoon of the next day. David turned to Alice and asked, “any regrets about leaving?”

She shook her head and replied. “No, no, we were not safe there anymore. We have had a good run, but we need to move on. Elmer needs medical attention. His arm is not healing. I’ll miss my roses, but I took some cuttings.”

They saw that most of the notices were gone, and David considered that a good sign. They arrived just before dark, and just pulled into the warehouse. Unloading would wait until the next day.

Tiny had seafood stew and pan bread supper ready to prepare, and within an hour they were sharing a meal by battery lantern light.

Tiny also had news of two different groups of visitors. The first was two men from the other side of El Dorado Hills. They promised to return for the fair.

The second group of three heavily armed men arrived yesterday afternoon on bicycles. They had come down Highway 50 from the Placerville area. They were wary, but impressed, especially with the security and the shelter offered by the furniture store. They also said that a large group from their area would come down the hill for the fair.

The next day, everyone worked to get the Frombachs settled in the big furniture store office.

David finally was able to address the solar system problem. It was almost sundown when he connected a converter powered by the truck battery to a single panel and converter. The green LED indicator on the panel converter flashed on, and when he connected the AC output to a flood lamp, it illuminated. It went out a few minutes later as the sunlight faded. It was a major milestone on the road back.

During the next few days, everyone but David worked to prepare for the weekend fair. David worked to disconnect the damaged panels from the rooftop grid. When that task was completed, two thirds of the panels were available for power generation. Using the single panel he had been able to use the forklift charger to charge an array of a dozen batteries salvaged from car on the eastbound Highway 50. He used three small converters supplied by the battery array to provide the startup power.

Early Friday morning, a school bus pulling a trailer arrived with the first group from Placerville. After they had unloaded, it went back up the hill for another load. By the end of the day, 27 different family groups had arrived, some on motorized vehicles, a few on wagons, and several walking.

The fair was a huge success, and the last of the visitors did not leave until Monday afternoon. David promised to hold another every other month, and everyone promised to return. David had set up a bulletin board with a place to list things they needed and things they had to swap. He decided to include the listing on the back of the next fair notice.

When it became obvious that the listing was going to be more than one page, David was complaining that he might as well be trying to publish a newspaper. Alice overheard his comment and replied. “Why don’t you?”

That answer sparked the beginning of the Inland Sea Beacon, a three page, legal paper, sized document that included news, opinion, advertising, and a comic strip. The first issue was printed on an inkjet printer and then reproduced 100 times on a laser photocopier. Each paper sold for one nickel, and two boys who delivered and collected for it got to keep two cents for each copy. Only pennies, nickels and pre 64 silver coins were accepted. They were waiting on the Monday morning before the next fair when the print run was completed. With their bicycles loaded, they made their way to every known residence in the area.

Chapter 12

David has found that the electronics still in their original conductive foam packaging had survived the EMP Storm. At the bottom of one box he discovered a wide band scanner. He hooked up an antenna on the roof, and turned it on every afternoon, while he worked on other projects. All he ever heard was static across all bands, but he kept listening. On one Saturday evening at 6:00 PM, he heard “Breaker Breaker, This is Sutter Butte Base Any Station, Please come back. We will try again next Saturday, again at 6:00 PM” on Channel 16 of the CB Band.

Even with the large Best Buy electronics inventory, there was no CB gear. David worked unsuccessfully to attempt to repair the CB radio from the truck while Tiny made the rounds looking for working equipment. He found an old tube type CB base station in the wreckage of a trailer in Diamond Springs.

David had it set up and tested by Saturday afternoon, and that evening established a communication link with the settlement at Sutter Butte. They reported that their battery power was limited, but that they would send the Wild Goose to the next fair.

Thursday afternoon David and Tiny were up on the roof watching for their new arrivals, when they saw the sail on the horizon. Someone waved from near the top of the main mast. David returned the wave and then hurried down to the dock. The ship dropped the mainsail, and slowly approached the dock under the jib. David saw a freckled faced wisp of a girl fearlessly slide down a ratline to the main deck. She was wearing shorts and a tank top and looked about 13.  She caught the line he threw, and snubbed it to a cleat. An older man was at the helm, and said, “You must be David Russell. I’m Doc Hanson, and this imp is Rebecca Thompson, and her father Delbert.”

The introductions continued, while the Goose was secured to the dock. The visit was productive in several ways. Aaron Johnson asked for a ride back to his house, and was pleased to find it had not been salvaged. He filled both David’s and his trucks with furniture, tools, toys, and household items. David asked him if he ever planned to come back to live there.

His reply was short. “There are too many bad memories here, plus we have a big garden on the Butte. We will be completely self sustaining in another year.” He left his truck, also an old diesel, with David, asking only that it be available when anyone from Sutter Butte came to the Trading Post.

During the fair that weekend, the participants had an extended series of discussions on salvage and property rights. General agreement was reached on several points and David published them in the next issue of the Inland Sea Beacon:

INLAND SEA PROPERTY RIGHTS

This agreement, by a majority of the known population, will be the law for all property rights.

1. Any physical property owned prior to Day 0 shall remain the property of those surviving owners, or their children. If no one has established a valid claim before Day 0 of year 2, that property will be considered abandoned. A valid property claim must be occupied.

2. Any property unoccupied for 6 months, may be claimed by individuals or families, by occupying the property, salvaging or improving it, marking the borders, and posting that claim on the Property Database at the Best Buy Trading Post.

3. Property claims shall not exceed 160 acres for agricultural property, 5 acres for residential property, 1 acre for business or salvage property.

4. Property claims shall not include streets, roads, bridges, navigable waterways, schools, hospitals, or other property with significant potential for public good.

5. Property may be sold or given to another by having both parties’ record the transaction on the Property Database.

6. The Best Buy Trading Post will maintain the Property Database on a separate computer with backup. There will be no charge for an individual’s initial claim entry. Any additional entries or changes will incur a pre 64 dime, or mutually agreeable equivalent payment to Best Buy Trading Post.

7. A jury of citizens in a trial shall settle any disputes, where both parties directly present their case.

Chapter 13

Zeke was ecstatic, his family was healthy, secure, and happy. Their farm, Casa Jacoby, was providing most of their needs, and the first batch of apricot brandy was ready for barter.

The Wild Goose had appeared one late summer day, and Zeke learned about the other settlements North of them. They traded some junk silver for some empty bottles, six hens and a rooster. He also found out about the Best Buy Trading Post Thanksgiving Fair in El Dorado, and resolved to be there that fall. While the range was too great for CB radio communications, both vessels had 10-meter systems on board. Because of power limitations on both vessels (the sun was never more than a dull glow), they agreed to communicate briefly, every Saturday night at 9:00 PM.

It was great, being able to communicate with the rest of their limited world, and all their excitement grew as Fall season approached. Finally, they departed, four days before Thanksgiving, with the harvest surplus, apricot brandy filling every available container, fuel tanks full of bio-diesel, and everyone but Hector, who insisted on looking after the homestead.

They arrived two days before the start date, and tied up to a dock opposite the Wild Goose. There were lots of small craft tied up along the shore, but the Flush and the Goose were the only larger vessels. Several vehicle, including trucks, cars, and wagons were parked in the Best Buy lot.

Everyone had something to trade or sell. Inside the building was where all the trading action occurred. About half of the people had focused on salvaging what was usable from before the Event. The balance of the people had homemade or grown goods or services to sell or trade. Some folks spent the days trading and re trading in a successions of transactions.

The first day Zeke met with Doc Hanson and David Russell and Tiny Landon, who were staging the event. They discussed the need for something more than barter, to facilitate the trading. The old money except maybe coins was useless. A few people had a little pre-64 (junk silver) coins, but there was not enough available to meet the developing needs.

Both Doc and Zeke had a lot of junk silver, as ballast in their vessels. By the first morning, the First Bank of Inland Sea was established, with a three-way partnership between Best Buy Trading Post, Zeke, and Doc. The Bank provided small, interest free junk silver loans, to be repaid by the end of the Fair Week. The exchange rate was set at:

1 Oz. Gold = 20 Silver Dollars; 1 Silver Dollar = 10 Dimes or 5 Nickels or 10 Pennies or 4 Quarters or 2 Halves; 1 Dollar on Post 64 Coins = 1 Dime, except for Pennies and Nickels.

The process worked, and significantly increased the level of trading during the remainder of the fair. The default level was limited to one individual who had purchased a calf. The man offered to leave his son as security until the next month’s fair. He was told that the Bank would trust him for that limited period.

Every night, groups would gather around bonfires to tell stories and sing songs. Zeke traded a jug of brandy for a battered guitar when he found out that Maria could play. On another night, he fired up the small generator, and used his digital projector and music system to show a John Wayne DVD on a bed sheet tied to the side of the deckhouse. For a few minutes, the crowd was able to forget just how much their lives had changed.

On the last day of the fair, two thugs approached a man and his wife just as they were finishing loading their sailboat. A confrontation resulted in the man being stabbed, and the thugs taking the boat and sailing away. Zeke heard the woman's screams, and saw the boat leaving the area. Running to the aft deckhouse, he shouted for Roberto to help get the jetboat launched.

Ten minutes later, Zeke and Ben Jacobs from the Wild Goose pulled away from the dock. At over 40 knots, the jetboat quickly overtook the sailboat. As they approached, one of the thugs pulled out a pistol and started firing. Zeke pulled the helm hard to port and continued to approach, zigzagging to through off the thug’s aim. Closer and closer, until just before impact, he swerved and swamped the smaller craft. The thug with the gun had stood to aim at the jetboat cabin, and was thrown into the water. His accomplice, clung to the tiller, and screamed that he couldn't swim.

An hour later with the thugs tied up and the sailboat in tow, the jetboat returned to the dock. In these new times, crime was not tolerated. No longer could a criminal expect to retire courtesy of the state or get off by claiming diminished capacity. Before sundown they were tried by their peers, found guilty of attempted murder, assault, and theft. They were hung before dark. There were not many bleeding hearts in the post Coastal Event society.

The jetboat had a few holes, but no serious damage and a bond had developed between the crews of the Wild Goose, and the Busted Flush.

It was a great time for the young people to meet and get to know each other. There was a young, red-haired, lady named Rebecca who captivated the heart of Roberto Mendoza, but she had eyes only for another young man named David Russell.

Zeke had delayed their departure, for an older man, who wanted to bring his family to live and work at Casa Jacoby. Raphael Maldonado was a farmer with four children, and his oldest daughter, quickly made Roberto forget about the redhead. They also returned with a small diesel tractor and plow, a pair of small pigs, more bottles and containers, farm implements, building materials, a couple of tents, several bolts of cloth, thread, and a portable sewing machine. They had traded the entire harvest surplus, the brandy, and some junk silver, which had become the unofficial currency of the Inland Sea.

In the next two years, the people at Casa Jacoby prospered. Roberto married Miss Maldonado, and both he and Zeke became fathers to boys, named Fernando and Ruben. The weather seemed to have permanently changed. The sun was always hidden behind clouds that produced daily afternoon showers. The plants grew slowly, and drainage was important, while irrigation was not.

Chapter 14

The newspaper was too successful. By the end of year 2, the stock of paper and printer cartridges was shrinking. David recognized how important this communications link to the Inland Sea communities was, but also knew that it was going to have to change. He mentioned the problem with Zeke and Doc in their weekly three way 10-meter discussions. Doc replied that they had discovered the CHP AM band Traffic Transmitter and tower on the peak of Sutters Butte. He said it looked like it was old military surplus, and there was even an old surplus diesel generator attached to it.

David said that he might be able to get it running, but with diesel in such a short supply there was no way to have regular broadcasts. Zeke replied that he could furnish bio-diesel if Doc could transport it. Doc made a monthly trip around the sea, trading and supplying medical service. He immediately agreed to transport a fuel drum on every trip.

David agreed to ride the Goose to Sutters Butte and attempt to get the station on line. He ended up spending a month at Sutters Butte, living on the Goose, and working on the station. The equipment was late 1950 vintage with tubes instead of semiconductors. There was a good complement of spares, in their original military packaging. The main problem was the audio equipment was newer, and semiconductor based. The EMP storm had destroyed it, beyond repair. It took a lot of jury rigging, but he was able to patch in a new audio subsystem made up of components from the Best Buy inventory.

The time he spent on the Goose also made him aware that Rebecca was quickly developing into a striking young woman, who was very interested in him.

Finally the testing was done, and the last issue of the Inland Sea Beacon was printed. In it, David explained that the resources required for printing were not available, and that radio 640 would replacing it with a broadcast from 6:00 to 9:00 PM every Saturday evening. He suggested that older tube type car radios could be connected to a 12-volt battery. The first broadcast was scheduled for the following Saturday.

David was apprehensive about doing a live broadcast. Rebecca looking over his shoulder and hanging on every word made it worse. He opened by playing a recording of Ray Charles singing America the Beautiful. He then spent a half-hour summarizing the news. That was followed by a Beatles recording and then an hour of want-need adds. The program closed with more music and ended with a recording of the Star Spangled Banner.

The feedback at the fair was very positive, with a doubling of paid adds and many music requests.

When the AM broadcasts started, Zeke insured that all families had access to a salvaged radio, a storage battery, and a charging system. The 9:00 PM broadcasts on Saturday nights were a weekly high point. Maria had started a school for all the children, using materials from Zeke's library and computer system. Brandy production had been more than doubled and biodiesel production met all their needs as well as what was required for the 640 transmitter. A salvaged single cylinder diesel generator now provided lighting power to all homes from dark to 10:00 PM.

David’s attraction to Rebecca could not be denied, and a stolen kiss instantly turned serious on Saturday after the broadcast. When they came up for air, Rebecca said, “well, I guess you will have to make an honest woman out of me so Daddy doesn’t have to shoot you. I’m kind of attracted to you.”

They were married two days later, and took the Goose out into the Pacific for a short, but private honeymoon.

Ten months later, Jessica Russell was born, and a year later, Erick Russell joined the family.

The Russell family all lived on the Goose, and they traveled around the Inland Sea, trading, doing business, and visiting settlements all over.

Delbert Thompson married April Hall shortly after his daughter was married. They moved into the home with Doc and June, who were getting frail.

Chapter 15

The months passed slowly, and the Marines met many of their counterparts, in the mess hall and recreation facilities. The relationships were polite, but never close.

One day, Walter spent three hours waiting in Kemp’s office when he was summoned for a meeting. While he waited, he struck up a conversation with the young woman at the reception desk. Cindy had resolved to avoid all men, until she and Lilly were free of this place. But, there was something about this guy. He had almost broke down when talking about the family he had to leave in LA.

She related her experience in Reno, and he seemed shocked to hear it, as well as the situation for the women that were taken.

By the time Kemp called for Walter to come in to his office, a bond had developed between the two young people. When he left after the meeting, they agreed to meet for coffee the next morning.

When Gunny Larson knocked on Walter's stateroom later that day, and said, “Boss, we need to talk.”

“Come in, Gunny. What's up?”

“ I’ve been hearing stories about what happened in Reno, just before they locked the doors. I confirmed them this morning. They took a large group of armed troops into Reno on Day-1, and rounded up over 400 young women, mostly hookers, but over 100 others, mostly from the college. They are all on Level 8, and reserved for senior staff, or as a special reward for the rest.”

Walter responded. “I know, I met one this morning. Somehow I'm not surprised, they are an arrogant bunch that are drunk on power. We can't do anything now, but someday they will have to pay for what they have done. Try to keep the rumor mill down and remind our folks that we have to live by the UCMJ.”

In the months and years that followed, there were marriages, births, and a few deaths. The Marines did not assimilate into the general population.

One day, Walter was summoned to Director Kemp's office. It had been over 6 months when he had last seen him at a basketball game. He came to attention, and asked. “What can I do for you Sir?”

Kemp ignored the exaggerated formality and said, “We just picked up a broadcast on the AM band, from a station in the valley. There are survivors. We need you to do a reconnaissance flight as soon as possible. The ramp is being cleared now.”

Walter replied, “it's been a long time. It will take at least a day to check the plane out.”

“Get started immediately. That broadcast was the threshold that authorized me to leave this place. We only had food supplies for another year, but we would have had to stay until they were running low.”

The Marine team reached the hanger the next morning. The open hanger door revealed a dark overcast sky and light drizzle. The bird was in good shape, and by early afternoon, they were ready to fly. A half dozen Humvees drove up the ramp, and moved off toward Reno.

They took off, rotated, and flew Southwest. They broke through the clouds at 19,000 feet. The IR camera indicated activity around the edge of a colder zone that the surface mapping radar indicated was an Inland Sea. They followed it West, and came to what had to be the ocean. As they returned toward base, they spotted an IR image in the middle of the sea that was moving. Walter surmised that it was a boat, with several people on it.

The debriefing on their return was intense, and Director Kemp ordered them to prepare for a maximum range flight with extra internal tanks fitted.

The next morning they flew out to the location of the Denver airport. They slowly descended through the cloud layer and landed at the designated coordinates. There was one discrepancy. The ground altitude was over 25 feet higher than expected. A further investigation revealed a layer of compacted and fused volcanic ash, which covered the area. The IR and radar surveys indicated no sign of life or structures. The primary Federal Government Survival Bunker had been built under the Denver airport, at great expense over two decades. It was now sealed beneath an impervious layer of ash.

The return flight had no extra internal communications chatter, since the crew knew that the inhabitants of that bunker, and the Denver area, had not survived. The grief they had shared for family and friends was rekindled.

Subsequent long-range flights revealed that the Yellowstone Caldera had erupted, and the surface indicated a 90-mile wide pool of semi-molten lava. In the Northwest, a new Caldera stretched from the former site of Mount Rainer to the site of Mount Saint Helens. There was no indication of life in either area.

A final long-range recon flight over Southern California revealed another Caldera at Mammoth Mountain. As they moved west, they saw that the coastal mountain range were now islands, with only a few isolated pockets of survivors. It was a crushing experience for the aircrew. Walter was confident that a vote to crash right there would be approved. He was torn, but remembered his duty to those survivors that they might be able to help someday.

After their return from that flight, they were again restricted to quarters, “until some security issues had been resolved.”

Rose McAllen, Cindy’s friend, had arraigned to make the twice a week laundry deliveries. She was permitted to drive a cargo cart into the Marine living area. She asked to speak to Walter and related the story of another incident at Reno, which resulted in the deaths of several Homeland Security troopers and most of the Reno Community survivors. Apparently, when the Humvees approached the settlement, they were fired on by a verity of weapons. The attack helicopter was called in and the settlement was leveled. Only a few women and children were taken into “protective custody”.

Walter was escorted to Director Kemp's office a few days later. He was told to use the Osprey’s radar mapping hardware to locate a route over the mountains to the settlement on the Western shore of the Inland Sea. The expansion of Lake Tahoe had covered both highways 50 and 80, effectively blocking those direct routes.

Kemp told him that he would be leading a expedition over the new route to restore governmental control over the Inland Seal region. The taxes from the population would replenish the bunkers diminishing food stores, and Federal control would provide stability and prosperity to the region.

When Walter replied, “Like Reno?” He was given a severe dressing down, and threatened with spending the rest of his life in the brig if he did not fully carry out his lawful orders.

Walter apologized for his inappropriate choice of words, and resolved to stop this cabal of madmen, by doing what ever it took. The survey took several weeks, since all potential routes would require lots of repairs of washouts and landslides. It appeared that the path of least resistance was out on Highways 88, then 89, and finally joining Highway 50.

On all of the flights, they had been forbidden to have any contact with the survivors. Kemp and FEMA Director Morris wanted to make the initial contact, with the correct political overtones.

On the last survey flight over Highway 50, Walter made a decision to land at the community on Sutters Butte, where the AM radio transmitter was located. He found a group of several shipping containers pulled up on a beach that was on one side of a volcanic crater. The crater had broken out, leaving the beach and a channel to the Inland Sea. There was also a dock with a schooner tied up to it. A broken off radio tower was on the highest point overlooking the cove.

When they landed a man and a woman approached their craft. David and Rebecca had just returned from a trading trip with disturbing news. They were cautious, and David had a pistol holstered at his side.

The conversation was necessarily brief, with Walter describing the Reno incident, and Kemp's plan to restore Federal control of the region. He also related the plan to arrive over Highway 50. The disturbing news had been the arrival of a survivor of the Reno massacre. He had been on a hunting trip, and returned to see the murder of the surviving men. Walter cautioned David not to broadcast any of this information, because Kemp would not hesitate to use the attack helicopter if there was any resistance. He also related how his marines were disarmed and mostly restricted to quarters.

The discussions continued while everyone walked over to a shipping container, which contained an armory. They returned carrying enough guns and ammo to equip the Marine contingent.

After returning to base, the arms were stored in the support trailers, except for a few pistols that were smuggled into the quarters.

When the temporary road was completed bypassing the lake North of Carson, the Pacification Convoy was assembled. It included two flatbed tractor-trailers carrying the bulldozers, two dozen Humvees, four armored combat vehicles, and six Bradley Fighting Vehicles. The day it departed, with Director Kemp in the lead Bradley, Director Morris assembled his bodyguards and had the attack helicopter prepared with a full combat load. They departed at 4:00 PM, and flew to Sutters Butte.

David had just fired up the generator and was warming up the transmitter for the Saturday evening broadcast when the helicopter appeared. Flanked by his bodyguards, Director Morris stepped out of the hatch, and approached the shipping container that housed the transmitter and broadcast studio.

Rebecca had also seen the helicopter and knew it was a bad omen. She hurried the kids into the hiding compartment built into their closet. She then retrieved the Barret 50 caliber sniper rifle and went up on deck. From her vantage point she could see through the window of the studio. The radio receiver was connected through the bridge intercom, and she could here the usual opening recording of America the Beautiful.

David's voice boomed out normally. “Good evening citizens of the Inland Sea. We have a very important show tonight, so plan to stay tuned. I want to introduce the Director of the Federal Emergency Management Agency, Mr. Robert Morris, Good evening Sir.”

“Thank you, and good evening David and America. I come to you tonight as the leader of our government. In this darkest hour, America has suffered a devastating loss, which will take decades to recover from. I am here tonight to report that a recovery team is in route from our Recovery Center near Reno. We will restore order, stability, and prosperity to the region.”

His speech rambled on for another half-hour, and then David closed by saying good night. He did not close by playing the Star Spangled Banner, as he had closed every other broadcast.

He threw a switch and the red Transmitting Lamp went out. He then turned and said, “Well your charade is done. Why did you have to threaten to kill my wife and kids to keep me under control? Will you murder any dissenters like you did in Reno, or force our young women to be your whores? Like you did in Reno?”

Morris sputtered, “where did you get those lies? Reno was populated by terrorists, and the women we took were mostly whores, and we gave them shelter, and saved them. For all we knew, we would be the only survivors, and we didn’t have enough females to repopulate. You're a leader here, and we had to make this broadcast be supportive.”

David smiled and said, “and if the people here don't accept your benevolent rule?”

“We have enough firepower to deal with any resistance.” Answered Morris.

“So this was just a big con job to let your people close enough to weld the iron fist.,” David replied.

“It will work, we will destroy your transmitter and your boats, so no one will know the real story until it's too late,” snarled Morris.

David stood, pointed to an output power meter, which was still at mid range, and said, “we never stopped transmitting, and everyone listening knows your plans. To arms, patriots.”

“You bastard!” Morris exclaimed, as he pulled a gun and emptied it into David’s body.

Rebecca had listened and watched the drama unfold and gasped as the love of her life was murdered.

Morris and his bodyguards ran to the helicopter. As it lifted, Rebecca blinked away tears and closed the bolt. Morris screamed to shoot the transmitter and the boats. The helicopter banked, and then leveled out at 200 feet. As it spun to line up the mini guns on the transmitter, Rebecca fired a 50 caliber round into the cockpit. It passed through the torso of the pilot, Raymond Jennings, killing him instantly, and tore through the shoulder of the copilot. He was still trying to regain control when the craft impacted at over 250 knots. The fireball lit up the twilit sky and consumed everyone inside.

Rebecca ran to the studio and confirmed that David was gone. She stood and picked up the mike.

“You heard the shots that murdered David, my husband, and father to our children. The Federal government has declared war on the people of the Inland Sea. I struck the first response. I shot down the murderer’s helicopter, and they all were consumed by fire. I will be at the El Dorado dock tomorrow, to join the defense of our homes and our liberty. I will monitor the 10 meter band”. She then played the Star Spangled Banner, and turned the power off.

The earlier broadcasts had been played through the bunker’s PA system. However, when the Marines were locked down, that channel to their quarters had been disabled. Cindy had been recording them and Rose was passing a CD to Walter, the next time she delivered laundry.

Walter had listened to the final broadcast with stunned disbelief. He turned to Rose and asked. “Is there anything you can do to get us out of here?”

Rose said. “Cindy and I have been talking about it, She can get a master key out of Kemp’s desk, but there is a guard there after hours. We need to do it late at night when no one is out and about. And then there’s a guard at your door, who will have to be taken care of.”

Walter retrieved the Beretta from its hiding place and gave it to Rose. “We need to do it tonight, before the convoy gets too far. Will you help us?”

Rose replied, “Yes, but you have to agree to take all the women and children, who want to go.”

Walter countered. “It would be safer if you stay here.””

She answered. “I won’t live any longer as a slave, if you want our help, we’re in.”

“OK, now how many troopers are left here, and how many will be on duty around midnight?”

“There are around a hundred still here, and around a dozen on duty on the 8 to 4 shift. Most of them will be at the Command Center on Level 1.”

Walter handed her the Beretta and two clips, and said. “If we don’t hear from you by 0300, we’ll assume it won’t happen until tomorrow.”

She replied, “If you don’t hear from us by 0300, we’ll be dead.”

She put the Beretta under the dirty laundry and left.

That night, Rose and Cindy left their quarters and approached the office wing on Level 2. Cindy would not take the gun, stating that they could not afford any noise, but telling Rose to wait outside, unless she called.

Cindy turned the corner and approached the trooper at the Guard Station. “I forgot to put the report I was transcribing into Director Kemp’s in basket. Please let me in for a second, so I don’t get in big trouble. Kemp told me that if I fuck up again, he will send me to the crib.”

The trooper paused, and said. “I can’t do that, and besides, do you think you’re too good for us troopers?”

“No, no, it’s just that I won’t be able to see my baby if I’m working in the crib. I like sex, the more the better. I’ll even give you some right now if you help me.”

The trooper blinked, she was a knockout, but orders were orders. Cindy could see that he was not quite sold, and she pulled off her shift. She stood there stark naked, smiling. “There’s a couch in Kemp’s office. I know he uses it, even on me.”

The trooper moved to open the door, not able to take his eyes off her. “You’re a lot better looking than any of the gals at the crib, guess that’s why Kemp keeps you here.” He grabbed her breast, squeezed it, and pushed her on to the couch. He hastily dropped his gun belt and then his pants. Kicking off his boots he spread her legs and slammed into her.

At that moment, she pulled a small knife that was taped to the back of her neck, and slashed his carotid artery. He attempted to rise, but she held on while his lifeblood gushed out.

Within a minute, it was over. She stood, and walked into Kemp’s private shower and washed off the blood that had covered her body. When she was dry and dressed, she retrieved the master keycard from Kemp’s desk, and rejoined Rose.

They took the Executive Elevator down to Level 5, and locked it to that level. Rose took a mini-bottle of gin and poured it over herself. She left Cindy at the corner with the Beretta, and approached the guard outside the Marine Quarters entrance.

Weaving and stumbling, she made a good drunk, demanding to be admitted, claiming that one of the jarheads had knocked her up. She stumbled into the guard, and put a knife in his ribs as she did. Unfortunately, it did not disable him. With a roar, he knocked her to the floor, and raised his weapon.

Cindy started firing, advancing as she came. The guard was wearing body armor and although hit, his finger contracted as he fell, and Cindy was hit in her unprotected chest.

Rose grabbed the assault rifle from the dying guard and emptied it into him. She then ran to Cindy and trying unsuccessfully to stop the blood. Cindy gasped, and said “Promise me you will take good care of Lilly, and get her away from this place.”

Cindy died before Rose could answer. Weeping, Rose took the Keycard, and opened the door.

With a glance, Walter took in the scene, and asked, “Is she gone?”

When Rose nodded yes, he said, “We'll take the stairs up to the ramp after we visit Level 8. The Marines stopped on Level Eight and passed the word that any of the women there who wanted to leave with them were free to go. The women left several dead “customers” as they departed.

On level One, most of the vehicles stored there had joined the convoy. The Marines and the women took all of those that remained, and drove up the ramp. Only a few security personal were on duty, and they were quickly dispatched. Within an hour the Osprey was fueled and ready to depart.

The remaining Marines and the women formed up in a convoy that included the Osprey support trucks, a pair of fuel tankers, and all of the other vehicles. The convoy headed South toward Minden, NV and the Osprey headed for El Dorado.

Chapter 16

The USS Chicago (SN721) was finally getting close to home. She had been lying on the bottom of the Yellow Sea, a few miles off China on Day 0.

In the weeks and months that followed, She had unsuccessfully attempted to communicate with anyone, while carefully searching for a clear path back to the West Coast. After passing the few mountaintops that were all that remained of the Japanese Islands, and verifying that their Home Port of Guam was submerged, she encountered a new string of a volcanic land mass that stretched from the Bearing Sea to South of where the Hawaiian Islands used to be.

With food supplies low, they were running Northwest at flank speed. Constantly monitoring all bands, they had detected David's next to the last broadcast. They were 500 miles west of the San Francisco Bay when they received the chilling last broadcast. Still too far over the horizon to communicate with Rebecca, they continued to monitor the 10 meter band.

When the Osprey reached 10,000 feet, Walter attempted to communicate with Rebecca. Instead of her reply, he received a call from the Chicago.

“Aircraft calling Rebecca, this is the USS Chicago, are you receiving me?”

“ That's affirmative. This is Marine 243 Osprey, Captain Brent speaking.”

The next half-hour provided an update to the skipper of Chicago Commander Thomas Moore, and he replied. “Those thugs do not represent what I swore an oath to. I think we can help stop that convoy. Do you have laser illuminators on board?”

“Yes, we can light it up when you need it.”

“ We have three Tomahawks loaded with Dispenser TLAM-D sub-munitions. Each one should disable a 100-yard string of vehicles. We can get them close with the lousy GPS signals, but you need to tell us when to launch, and then to illuminate the beginning target zones in the last 30 seconds. The birds will take about 45 minutes to get there from where we are now. “

“We'll try to make them hold up near Twin Bridges on Highway 50. You will probably loose our signal when we drop down to land. Just stand by for more updates.”

The Osprey landed at the Best Buy Trading Post, and in a meeting with Rebecca, Tiny, and Zeke; they developed a plan of action.

That afternoon, they dropped a team of snipers and a former seal, who rigged a series of C-4 charges that covered the highway just east of Twin Bridges with boulders and debris. The Osprey then flew on to Minden to refuel and update the team on the ground.

Their plans called for the Marines to follow the convoy and be in a position to block an escape from the ambush at Twin Bridges. Tiny Landon had boarded the Osprey, and would act as a guide, since he was familiar with Highway 50 and knew where to set up the retreat blockade.

When they described the plan to Gunny Larson, Rose McAllen and about half the other women, refused to stay in Minden. She insisted that the women had just as big a stake in the battle outcome as anyone. She then reminded them that they would still be outnumbered, and the more guns firing the greater their chances of success.

In the end, Gunny and Tiny agreed, and Walter relented to the change in plans. The children, with the remaining women, and all the supplies, stayed in Minden. Tiny, Gunny, and Rose in a lead pickup, with a load of mortars and ammo, led the Marine convoy toward Highway 50. They drove through the night, making slow progress over the debris-strewn roads.

The DHS convoy had camped for the night just west of Phillips, on Highway 50. Kemp insisted on an early start, impatient at the delays necessary to clear the roadways. An armored combat vehicle led the procession, followed by the two bulldozer hauling flatbeds, and then the rest of the convoy. Two scouts on dirt bikes ran about a mile ahead.

The scouts reported the rock slide at Twin Bridges and the convoy pulled up to it and stopped. The bulldozers were unloaded and started to work.

When the Chicago launched the Tomahawks, Walter issued a radio command to the ground forces. From mountaintop hides on both sides of highway 50, snipers took careful aim, and killed both bulldozer operators within 5 seconds of each other. Other snipers, many firing deer rifles, cut down anyone not buttoned up in armored vehicles.

The guns on the convoy responded immediately, with continuous streams of fire that shredded the vegetation on the ridges, without much effect. The vehicles in the rear of the convoy started to turn around. Walter was tracking the battle progress and relayed an order that started the Marine force dropping mortar shells among them. The mortar barrage kept the vehicles from retreating, but the counter fire started taking a toll.

Tiny was hit by shrapnel in the thigh, and would have bled out had Rose not provided immediate action. Even though he was hurting, his face turned beet red when Rose pulled down his pants and drawers to apply a pressure bandage. She took a look at his obvious embarrassment and said, “I’m not seeing anything I haven’t seen lots of times before. Although you are very well equipped. It would have been a shame if that shrapnel had hit a little higher. I’m looking forward to knowing you a lot better when you get healed up.”

Tiny could not think of anything to reply.

One of the armored combat vehicles managed to turn around and was threatening to break through the Marine defenses.

Walter had been watching the radar display, waiting for the first Tomahawk to show up, His joy at seeing the first one was terminated when it crashed into a mountaintop before it could lock on to the illumination signal. All would be lost if they could not stop the armored combat vehicle assault.

Two minutes later, the second Tomahawk appeared. Walter had shifted the illuminator to the rear of the convoy, where the threat was the greatest. The missile dropped into the canyon with a solid illuminator lock. The shower of sub-munitions covered the last third of the convoy, and disabled all of the vehicles.

Walter quickly illuminated the forward portion of the convoy, and the last Tomahawk created a path of destruction for the forward third of the vehicles. The vehicles in the center were mostly undamaged, but unable to move either forward or backward.

Walter flew low over the battle zone and was able to direct the ground forces to tighten the noose. He finally landed behind the Marine position, refueled, and took the wounded, including Tiny back to the temporary field hospital at Strawberry.

The sniping went on throughout the afternoon, and anyone who ventured outside the armored vehicles was hit within seconds. By the time darkness fell, only a third of the DHS force troopers were unhurt. Without night vision, those troopers were able to escape into the wilderness south of Highway 50. They left almost all of their supplies and weapons, as well as their wounded.

The next morning, the forces converged and there was no fight left at the convoy. The remaining DHS wounded were dispatched with a bullet in the head, just like the men in Reno. Kemp was not among those left behind on Highway 50.

The bulldozers were used to clear the roadway and bury the DHS dead, and the remains of the convoy were stripped of anything salvageable. The women and children were taken down the hill and distributed among the communities. Tiny was taken back to the Best Buy Trading Post, where Rose McAllen started nursing him back to health.

A mixed force of Marines and militia started a concerted effort to track down the scattered remains of the DHS force. It took another six months, but eventually the last of the renegades were killed in a shootout at the little community of Griminger.

The Chicago had arrived and was permanently berthed at a dock near the Community College buildings in El Dorado. Her nuclear power plant was used to provide electrical power for the area. Captain Moore agreed to stay on board with a volunteer crew and maintain the boat and power plant. Those crewmen who were not required for those tasks were transferred to reserve status, and left the boat to start a new career.

By the time that Tiny had fully recovered, Rose had him wrapped around her finger. The difference, for the first time in her life, was that she felt the same way about him. They were married shortly thereafter, and made a great home for Lilly and two other orphans, Mark and Jerry.

Walter and Rebecca had worked closely during the war, and a bond developed in those months. He had been asked to head up the Inland Sea Militia, and had accepted the responsibility. Although he traveled around the region, he stayed with Rebecca on the Goose, and they were married two months after Tiny and Rose.

The mostly male crew of the Chicago and the women from the bunker quickly came together and most started making new lives.

Chapter 17

The years that followed the war were filled with many events that shaped the character of the people of the Inland Sea. The Goose made several voyages to the islands of Southern California. Each time they picked up a load of refugees, who were barely surviving.

The people of the Inland Sea, prospered, and the population increased steadily.

Zeke responded to a call to help with the AM radio equipment and broadcasts. He left Casa Jacoby to be run by Hector Mendoza, his son Roberto, and retired to run the Engineering Department at El Dorado University.

Zeke and a group of engineering students put together a rudimentary wireless digital communication system, which provided the community with access to bulletin boards, and a crude, slow form of the Internet. The system was only up for three hours daily, since power was limited everywhere.

The next generation of the original survivors flourished amid a strong commitment of their parents to see their kids have a sound education foundation.

By the time the nuclear power plant on the Chicago was wearing out, there were three area hydroelectric plants in full time operation. The Chicago was towed out to sea and with the reactor in cold shutdown and everything usable salvaged, she made a final plunge into deep-water 100 miles north and west of the San Francisco Bay.

The GPS satellites were no longer usable and ocean-going vessels had to rely on a magnetic celestial navigation, which was seriously limited by the ever-present cloud cover. Therefore most ships seldom traveled more than a couple of days sailing off the coast. Trading along the coast was limited to a few outposts with safe harbors.

The fishing fleet, based on the shores of San Francisco Bay, was flourishing, as the sea life had become plentiful. Even the sea otters and the abalone had recovered from the Coastal Event.

El Dorado Hills, with its electric power, salvageable housing, and the University experienced a population surge. Many small manufacturing businesses, stores, and traders grew up around the Best Buy Trading Post, now operated by the second generation of the founders.

Daily steam powered train service moved cargo and people around the Inland Sea. Salvage operations had shifted to primarily materials recovery. A steel mill was constructed on a hill overlooking the former site of Oakland.

The economy was slowly developing. Farming was still mostly hand labor, and a hard days work was the expected norm for everyone.

The Bakersfield oil field was slowly being salvaged and redeveloped. A crude refinery was operating and producing gas, diesel, and bunker oil, which was now the fuel of choice for steam boilers. They were used for everything from threshing machines to cargo vessels. Many of the steam-powered engines were salvaged and modified internal combustion vehicle engines.

Zeke docked the Flush just below the college, and Maria liked living closer to town. When not on a trip the Goose was docked beside the Flush and the families grew close.

Year seven was not a good year. Maria developed a fast growing cancer and passed in the spring. That fall, Walter was on a mercy flight with the Osprey. A steam-powered vessel had broken down and drifted into the rocks on the Oregon coast. A failure in the primary hydraulic system caused a spin that was unrecoverable. They crashed into a mountainside, and all the crew was lost.

Just as Rebecca had comforted Zeke when Maria died, he was there for Rebecca when Walter was lost.

Eventually, they both were ready to move on, and recognized that they were better when they were together. They were married on the first day of Year 9.

Zeke passed the Flush on to his kids and moved aboard the Goose. The couple was inseparable for another 10 years. One evening after dinner Zeke suffered a stroke that killed him the next day. Rebecca took the loss fairly well, telling those who loved her that dying was just part of the grand circle of life. She was grateful that Zeke passed without suffering.

After a suitable period, several men had indicated a romantic interest, but Rebecca turned them all down.

She passed three years after moving off the Goose, surrounded by her children and grandchildren.

Epilog

I had spent a lot of time these last three years working with my mom, to get this record down. Mom felt it was important to tell the future generations how their ancestors survived the calamity that came close to extinguishing mankind.

Because we still have a serious shortage of printing materials this book will not be printed for many years, if ever. However, it is stored in both the primary and backup servers at the University. It may be downloaded to any computer or eBook reader on the net.

My brother, Erick Russell, and his best friends, Ruben Jacoby and Mark Landon are planning on making a round the world voyage. Erick has promised to keep a journal, and post it with this one on his return.

I hope this collection becomes a living history of these times. It has been an honor to help prepare this first volume.

Jessica Russell/Harris

About the Author

A.G. Kimbrough is a man with a wide range of life experiences. He grew up on the wrong side of the tracks in a small New Mexico town, and joined the Navy as soon as he turned 17. As a young man, he worked in the electronics side of the defense industry. Later, he spent over 30 years as an engineer, exec, and CEO in the welding automation industry. After a medical wakeup call, he retired to an island on the Carolina coast and ran a fishing charter business for a few years. An insatiable reader since boyhood, he started writing for his own pleasure, when bits of time were available. His published works include:

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Content

A. G. Kimbrough
MEMORIES OF THE COASTAL EVENT

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Epilog

About the Author

Copyright