The Survivors: Book One Read Online Free
Author: Angela White, Kim Fillmore, Lanae Morris
voice echoed calmly: “Please hold and the next available operator will assist you. 911 estimated wait time... Two hours, 14 minutes…The system is currently experiencing heavy call volume. If this is not an emergency, please hang up and try your call again later. Service outages can be expected in some areas. Please continue to hold and the…”
Behind her, the horrified reporter continued to tell the rest of the world what was happening, but few were listening. The end had come.
“...Chicago barrier gave way instantly and millions of gallons of debris-filled water barreled downstream, overwhelming towns and cities for 40 miles before joining the Wabash River, swelling it even more. It has poured down every stream, sewer, creek, and river it touched, sweeping away thousands in each state.
“This merciless torrent split briefly between the Wabash and Mississippi Rivers, widening the path of damage, then merging again in Louisiana, where it finally punched a hole through the city of Baton Rouge and emptied into the already flooded Gulf.
“The pressure of the bombs, coupled with the pounding of the raging water, has triggered the ancient New Madrid fault line under St. Louis, causing a 7.7 earthquake that is leveling untouched areas, and is being felt as far away as Kansas City and Louisville. Places like Humboldt and Jonesboro have simply collapsed like dominoes, already weakened by the surge of debris-filled waves…."
7
Once again a target for the government they represented, the military was especially hard hit. Most of the service men and women who survived, later denied they were ever a part of any armed force. As few as one out of every ten came through the War alive despite being so well-trained...
Kenn –Arizona
“Damn!"
The Lance Corporal ducked down, pushing the muddyhardback 5 as fast as it would go.
Ft. Defiance was under siege. Furious and terrified citizens were trying to get over and through the electrified, ten-foot-high fence that surrounded the 17-mile compound. It sounded like a giant bug zapper - poles, cars, furniture, and even people were being used to try to break the live wires - but so far, the strong magnetic force had held.
It didn’t keep out the bullets, though, and the Marine pulled his cover farther onto his head as the popping grew steadier, almost rhythmic. Someone out there was firing an assault rifle. Kenn’s grip on the wheel tightened, knuckles white - he hated the feeling of near panic that lurked just under the surface. He had to get there first! Choppers were swarming over the grounds of the base, trying to evacuate the Marines and "Draftees", but the violent winds gusting from the direction of Houston made landing difficult, and might give him a chance.
In the past, the weather was the worst challenge the Pilots had to face here. Now, it was the least of their worries. Arriving Birds were being blown out of the smoky skies before they could descend to safety – crashing, exploding, flinging twisted metal debris flying into the screaming mob of rioters. Some aircraft were only damaged, and would crash later in remote locations, but many had already fallen on the scene from ambush - telephone poles and grenade launchers were hard for the overloaded choppers to avoid. In short, it was mayhem.
"Yes!" The cadet barracks came into full view through the thicket of trees. “He has to be here!"
Men shouted, hungry rioters screamed, guns fired, and gust after violent gust of stomach-churning wind pushed against the truck, slowing it down. The sky above the base rolled with thick red clouds that flashed angrily, and black flakes fell like a blizzard, coating everything with a heavy layer of soot that looked like ash from a volcano.
Kenn looked up suddenly, the shadow of the chopper passing overhead not what drew his attention, but the silence of its engines. He stared in shock as the big Bird began to freefall, spiraling toward him.
Not realizing the
Behind her, the horrified reporter continued to tell the rest of the world what was happening, but few were listening. The end had come.
“...Chicago barrier gave way instantly and millions of gallons of debris-filled water barreled downstream, overwhelming towns and cities for 40 miles before joining the Wabash River, swelling it even more. It has poured down every stream, sewer, creek, and river it touched, sweeping away thousands in each state.
“This merciless torrent split briefly between the Wabash and Mississippi Rivers, widening the path of damage, then merging again in Louisiana, where it finally punched a hole through the city of Baton Rouge and emptied into the already flooded Gulf.
“The pressure of the bombs, coupled with the pounding of the raging water, has triggered the ancient New Madrid fault line under St. Louis, causing a 7.7 earthquake that is leveling untouched areas, and is being felt as far away as Kansas City and Louisville. Places like Humboldt and Jonesboro have simply collapsed like dominoes, already weakened by the surge of debris-filled waves…."
7
Once again a target for the government they represented, the military was especially hard hit. Most of the service men and women who survived, later denied they were ever a part of any armed force. As few as one out of every ten came through the War alive despite being so well-trained...
Kenn –Arizona
“Damn!"
The Lance Corporal ducked down, pushing the muddyhardback 5 as fast as it would go.
Ft. Defiance was under siege. Furious and terrified citizens were trying to get over and through the electrified, ten-foot-high fence that surrounded the 17-mile compound. It sounded like a giant bug zapper - poles, cars, furniture, and even people were being used to try to break the live wires - but so far, the strong magnetic force had held.
It didn’t keep out the bullets, though, and the Marine pulled his cover farther onto his head as the popping grew steadier, almost rhythmic. Someone out there was firing an assault rifle. Kenn’s grip on the wheel tightened, knuckles white - he hated the feeling of near panic that lurked just under the surface. He had to get there first! Choppers were swarming over the grounds of the base, trying to evacuate the Marines and "Draftees", but the violent winds gusting from the direction of Houston made landing difficult, and might give him a chance.
In the past, the weather was the worst challenge the Pilots had to face here. Now, it was the least of their worries. Arriving Birds were being blown out of the smoky skies before they could descend to safety – crashing, exploding, flinging twisted metal debris flying into the screaming mob of rioters. Some aircraft were only damaged, and would crash later in remote locations, but many had already fallen on the scene from ambush - telephone poles and grenade launchers were hard for the overloaded choppers to avoid. In short, it was mayhem.
"Yes!" The cadet barracks came into full view through the thicket of trees. “He has to be here!"
Men shouted, hungry rioters screamed, guns fired, and gust after violent gust of stomach-churning wind pushed against the truck, slowing it down. The sky above the base rolled with thick red clouds that flashed angrily, and black flakes fell like a blizzard, coating everything with a heavy layer of soot that looked like ash from a volcano.
Kenn looked up suddenly, the shadow of the chopper passing overhead not what drew his attention, but the silence of its engines. He stared in shock as the big Bird began to freefall, spiraling toward him.
Not realizing the
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