Coastal Event Memories Read Online Free
Author: A. G. Kimbrough
Tags: Science-Fiction, adventure, Literature & Fiction, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Dystopian
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
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
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