Monday, July 24, 2006

***Author's Note***
I'm creating a new iteration of this story, soon. I will delete this blog and instantly create another one with the same name. Sorry for the hold up! Stay alive.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

That's not a normal electromagnetic pulse... I mean, all it does is nullify electricity. I can't help but feel that it would utterly destroy my electronics... but everything functions normally after it goes away!

Weird. But isn't everything.

Where was I?

The Mexican Army had broken through the US guard, and were coming up into California. General Velasco faced an insurrection consuming the entire country, but he had a loyal group of soldiers and a population that wanted to invade the United States while they still could. Velasco complied, joined some kind of 'Aztlan' faction, and arranged for heavy armor to meet the pistol-and-glass-shield boys down by the border. Bam! Tanks in California. The United States sent a huge contingent of the army to intercept, and when they couldn't find them, they plowed into Mexico. But can you keep those guys under control? President Kerry decided: Not without a few tac-nukes.

So, Mexico is a protectorate of the United States now, with several northern cities suffering attacks by small nuclear arms outside of the dense areas. This is being done to stem the tide from the border, and I guess it worked, with all major roadways bombed to oblivion, but Velasco is still in the US. The tanks encountered the air force pretty soon after, but Velasco still has thousands of guerilla soldiers, and in the sorry state of the nation, they can't all be tracked down.

Kerry's plan for rebuilding the nation was pretty good. He turned powers over to the communities, sending humanitarian aid and military support to as many counties as possible, starting with the most populous, and asking for all US citizens to group into 'refuge zones' and turn to military representatives for weapons training. The news had been consumed with his plans for small, self-sufficient, independent communities throughout the nation, able to react to hostiles themselves. They've released a lot of information over the internet on urban survival, it'll save a lot of people, and give Velasco a run for his money.

What am I saying, using the present-tense. I get so absorbed in this record-telling. Velasco is probably dead, shot down by the invaders or eaten by the walking, blackened dead. Actually, I hope that he is still alive. We need as many humans as possible to survive, and one with such military experience is a very valuable person.

Anyway, that's what was happening, we soon discovered. We slept very fitfully that night.

And then came Friday, the 14th.

The Sickle of Islam was no threat any more. They were pulling out. The military had beaten them back, especially in Folsom. But they were determined to do as much damage as possible while they retreated. At 4:00 PM, the Folsom Dam exploded. We could hear it as it shattered, even in Cameron Park. We couldn't see it, and didn't want to go out with the Aztlan people out there... but it happened. The local radio reported complete devestation. Just the other night I was looking for my house. But half of my neighborhood is gone, swept away by the floodwaters...

So the Sickle of Islam had their last laugh. Or so we thought. I... can't bear to recall the memory... but they poisoned the water system, somehow. Some kind of cyanide. Karol had just filled a cup of water from the sink during dinner, took a drink and... suddenly she said the wind was knocked out of her. It must have just been a minute dose, because she stayed alive for quite a while. She got sick, and we immediately traced it to the water system when Sharon began showing the same symptoms.

I can't seem to remember it all too well. I don't want to repeat the episode..

We heard on the radio that it was happening and there was a cure and if only we could get down there we could get some kind of cure and save her from dying from poisoning and everything would be alright. Everything would be fine. Karol would have stopped coughing so much and Karol would be alive she wouldnt die she'd be alive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I can't do this. I'm sorry.

Alright, I'm here. I cannot believe I haven't been killed... its a miracle I got back to this place. You can't possibly believe what I've been through.

Can you believe anything? I am questioning whether this whole thing is an incredibly advanced lucid dream. I mean... how does this stuff happen? Why is this happening?

I'm locked in this house, and there are creatures outside the gate. These things are everywhere! I'm sure, if you are still reading, that you've heard of them, or seen them on the news. The good news is that they're moving slowly from Los Angeles, and with the collapse of air transportation, the virus wasn't able to spread to New York.

I can't believe how horrible all of this is. I... just... can't express it. This doesn't feel real to me. I sometimes laugh at the thought of it. But I look out of my window, into the dark borealis above, and also down the driveway, passed the gate... and watch those things pacing outside of those iron bars. They are waiting there for me. They seem to know something is in here, and they want in, to eat me. Eat me! THOSE THINGS ARE FREAKING TRYING TO EAT ME!

Stupid stupid stupid stupid! Why did you leave? Why DID I LEAVE?! WHERE IS TAYVA AND ANGEL AND SHARON!!? ARE THEY DEAD TOO!?!

Wha... what is going on here? What is going on? You aren't going to leave THE ENTIRE PLANET IN THE DARK, are you, heavenly father? There has to be an answer.


Well, I'm stuck in here as of now. Tereal has disappeared once more, and I've only got a few shells left. What can I do but tell everyone what has happened?

Where'd I leave off?

Oh yes, a week ago, Thursday. The good times. I was fearing for my life, yes, but, not like this. And at least I had others.

Let me calm down for just a second.


So it was Thursday, at about 2:00 pm. We weren't out of food, but we had started to ration food. I, unfortunately, shot one of the sheep. I had the difficult task of gutting that thing which... was not a happy experience. Karol... Karol took over for me after a while, carried that stinking meat to the fireplace, where we had knocked out the wood stove and instead made a fire ring on the solid bricks. We cooked up the mutton over the fire, applied a good amount of salt and pepper, and then, even still... that stuff was just disgusting. Ugh. I nearly threw up, felt like I should throw up any way.

So Tayva and I decided that we needed to go get more food. That meant preparing our pistols, hopping in the good ol' red truck and making it to the Cameron Park shopping center. It was gloriously empty, we didn't see anyone. With our lights off, and guns off of safety, we patrolled the place, looking for a place where we could loot all the food we needed. Neither of us thought that there would be much left, I mean... a week had gone by. The looters probably had picked everything clean.

The shopping center was a mess. Parking lot had more than a couple crashed cars, toppled vans, empty police cars (no guns inside, though) ect. ect. Some kind of battle had gone on here. We didn't care. I located a Mongolian Barbecue, we knocked down the windows (I hated when they shattered, giving away our position to possible enemies), and jumped inside all gung-ho.

The place hadn't been looted yet! It looked so pristine, as if the keeper of the shop had just closed it down for the night. We flicked the lights on, found the freezer, and unloaded boxes upon boxes of beef and pork chips, along with frozen vegetables. Ah men, we were so happy. We were set. Nasty, it was, but this stuff could keep us full for months, if we could load it all.

How did no one think to raid a Mongolian barbecue? Cameron Park is a developing area, a lot of old-timers in country homes... maybe no one was out to loot here. Or maybe they all thought the same as we did, that the looters had already taken everything. We were happily surprised. It was another stroke of good luck.

Piling the boxes of frozen meat chips in my truck was easy, no one troubled us, but we quickly realized we could never hold so much in our freezer. Leaving a month of food in that freezer room was horrible. We decided we would figure something out later. It was still a great find. When we got back we were all ecstatic.

We got back at 7:00 pm, and ate as much frozen food as we could so as to make more room we eventually discovered we had taken more frozen chicken chips than we had room for, and so we gorged ourselves for the next two hours, roasting the meat on the fire. Last peaceful time I remember...

There were some disturbances around 8:30 pm, that Thursday night. We heard the 'Himno Nacional Mexicano' being played over loudspeakers. Outside, we saw four hummers roll by, decked out with a large Mexican flag on the side, all military-esque. It was a caravan of Mexican soldiers. Real Mexican soldiers! We couldn't see the soldiers inside but, I swear... that scared the holy crap out of all of us. They eventually rolled away down the street... but what were Mexican soldiers doing here?

The news quickly clarified this. The Mexican army had made a break in the lines

Power went out. Ball lightning or EMP or something. SUCK. I better shut this laptop off before it starts getting screwy. This should roll over soon.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Where are you! Michael, why did you leave us here? Michael, I hope you read this. I hope you followed my message.

I'm so frustrated! Right when we needed you had to leave. You and your flip-out mode. I hate that. Oh, I remember when we were kids when you snap you really snap. Like when you punched that Wilson guy?

Never mind. I don't want to be angry with you. The truth is, I love you and I can't bear the idea that you might not be

But you are coming back. Look, those Mexican revolutionary guys know we are here. They keep going back and forth passed our house, every few hours or so. A few guys rattled the gate they know we are here and are planning an attack. I don't think they know how many people there are in here. They're very cautious. Angelina and Sharon and I have decided our best plan of action is to leave.

We didn't need a coffin, Michael! This is the New World, this is The End of Times! We can do without! What we need is to survive! Karol's in a better place and I'm glad we have one less mouth to feed! Get off your sentimental crap and stop screwing around with our lives! We need you!

Its not just those Mexican guys, though I would be worried enough with them. The news it just gets scary Michael. I hope you aren't one of them by now. They say those creatures are already in Stockton. Wherever you are, I hope you are trying to make it back here, or north. Head as far north as you can! Check the news and the web, they'll tell you what's going on.

And with the waters rising, the whole flooding thing going on We need to head inland. We need to get so far into the country we'll be able to see any threat miles before hand. Miles and miles.

Look I'm wasting my time as it is. I can't believe I'm typing on this laptop I really hate this obsession of yours, I'll have you know. We need to focus on other things! Surely you have medicine or something for this thing.

I'm sorry. I apologize for my attitude. Come back here, find this message, find us again. I wish I had more time with you. It sounds bad through words on the screen, but I love you. I don't care if your crazy, I just want you back. I want to get sealed in the temple with you and have a family in a world that's safe and sound... and why haven't you brought marriage up beforehand in our conversations more! You never made a single move, and I loved you! And I know you had things going on with the other women, as if you were still living in the days of Polygamy! I almost feel ashamed to be in love with you.

I'm sorry again, I'm venting. Its so much easier to just type all of your thoughts away. It must be why you like to do this kind of stuff. I don't mean much of that.

Okay, I need to get off. We're heading to that mansion place we saw earlier, you know where it is. But we'll only wait a day for you... then we're moving to the Temple, on Mormon Hill. I got their phone number on the internet, and the entire place has been barricaded. We'll be safe there. If we move on, we'll leave a message.

Stay safe. And carry this thing around with you. I assume you lost your cell phone or something, because I keep getting messages. I'll contact you on the internet, then, okay? We'll find each other again.

I love you Michael,
Kiss me hard when we first see each other again, I know we will,
God speed,

Saturday, July 15, 2006

But... why? I thought You were going to do something about this. I felt like it was going to happen. What good is faith anyway!! I survive bullet after bullet after bullet... WHY? She just had poison in her! That's it! You make me dodge bullets but you let her die after drinking a cup of water? This isn't a joke! What? What game are you playing here? You turn off the lights, make nations crumble, religions fighting each other... Is this the answer? Is this your divine plan?! To have everyone on the planet kill each other off, except for me?

Karol is dead. She's dead. She's dead. SHE IS DEAD. SHE IS DEAD! SHE IS DEAD! SHE IS DEAD! SHE IS DEAD!

How... why... you make me sit in here with the door locked, you put these voices in my head, telling me to type on my stupid freaking computer, telling me to relive every horrible minute again and again! I can break this thing! It isn't hard. Smash it against the fireplace. Chuck it into the fire. Try to make me do this monotonous task THEN! How about that?!

I can't do it. I have to do this. Why do you make me do this? Why do you make it so that I can't think straight until I've finished this? Are you punishing me? Were you trying to save her, only... it was my fault that she is dead? Am I to blame? TELL ME!

The girls are crying outside. They're shouting at me. "Why are the doors locked, Mike!" "Why are you doing this, Michael!" "Are you insane?" YES, AND WHOSE FAULT IS IT. They don't know if I've lost it completely.

I've got people to comfort, Heavenly Father. They cannot suffer this alone. Please. Let me go. I can tell the story later. I can't let the girls handle Karon's death by themselves. Who knows if Sharon is doing as well as we thought? Her life might be forfeit as well! Please. I know you have a plan, just help me, please. I'm sorry. I shouldn't doubt thee. I am your servant, I know. I need to get off of this computer.

Maybe, if thee could just lift one of my hands off of this stupid keyboard.. then i can just do the resttttttgh

Friday, July 14, 2006

And there it is. How many miracles will you grant me, Father?
I'm going now. I'll save Karol. She won't die, if I hurry.
Have to stop it. Have to stop typing. I have to go.

Ah man. Ah man. I... Erm. I've got no time! I have to, though. I have to.

Karol. She's sick! The water's poisoned! They poisoned the FREAKING WATER SYSTEM! We should have been more careful. How hard is that? There's chlorine in the pool house... I'm sure that would have cured everything. If we just...

What's going to happen!?! The three days are up. Darkness. Thursday. Friday. Saturday. Auroras, light! Sunday. Monday. Tuesday. Moon disappears, overcast auroras, the pillars of brilliance! You know what that means? You know what that means!? Wednesday! Thursday! Friday! What happens next? WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?!?!

heavenly father. please. please. i know that i haven't been going to church and i haven't paid my tithing and i haven't... i haven't

But please. Karol's not the one to die! She hasn't been converted yet. She hasn't seen the Light! She's a good person. She can go to heaven, if she just has a little bit more time! You want to save your children, right? You're not going to... kill them before they've had the chance, you know? Please don't let Karol die. Please don't let her go. In the name of Jesus Christ. Please!

Thank you. She'll be better now. I know she will. Thank you.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Wait, wait, wait. Forget the map. Check this out. It just appeared on the news.

How many times will I say it? Wow.

Local reports suggest its been there since the Moon disappeared. Guess where it is? The North Pole, geographic, not magnetic. They are sending crews out to see if the same thing is happening on its Southern counterpart.

No one can get any farther than this range before they enter some kind of 'electrical drain'. Like an EMP, except happening every second or so. How far away it is, from the photographer? They don't say. Fox is sending out an expedition soon to make it to the base of this pillar.

More strange news? Heat. This thing is not just another light-show, there is energy right there. Scientists are registering strange 'heat-waves' being sent off from this thing, in random intervals anywhere from 15 seconds to 7 minutes long. The North Pole is getting considerably warmer from this event, with a 10 degree drop already. (Fahrenheit, people, come on, this is America.

What does this do to the world? Well, the good ol' scientists we keep on seeing on the tube say that the world has cooled down hugely since the Darkness. The auroras are giving off more heat than the dark sky, but still less than normal sunlight. They say that some places in the world got thirty degrees colder in only those three dark days, while in the temperate zones we saw a change of only ten degrees.

So... the aliens, or the god, or the alien gods, whatever... are heating our planet up. The question is, are they doing this just to bring back the temperatures we know and love? Are they trying to fix something they started? Or is that energy pillar going to stay there?

Maybe some superadvanced alien race is trying to terraform (is that the right term?) our planet for their own use? Warm it up to an environment they find comfortable? That's a theory around on the net, but I personally don't believe it. If the aliens are advanced enough to erect some kind of huge shield around Earth and the Moon, and then take away the Moon as if picking up any normal object... why would they need the Earth? These guys could build their own Earth, a thousand Earths, with all the power they are showing us.

Aliens? No, I'm not thinking this is aliens. I don't know, I just believe that this is something else. Maybe a normal space phenomenon or something. Could it be divine? There is a lot of evidence out there for that as well.

Speaking of the divine, this 'Pillar of Brilliance' is attracting the zealous and fanatical, as everything does now-a-days. The Mehdi has been calling for Muslims to pray to the North Pole, now, instead of Mecca. He says its an 'embodiment of Allah'. What a coincidence, the Christians are saying the same thing, as are the Hindus, and it seems every other freaking religion. The Christians are the most adamant about this, calling the Pillar a 'Stairway to Heaven'. Isn't that the name of an old rock and roll song? The Pope and other extremist Christian leaders are telling all members that can risk it to make a trek to the Stairway, and bring back the knowledge of Jesus Christ, and His new plan for His children. Fun. Some people are having adventures and going on pilgrimages while we're stuck here.

I've been looking up the Mormons today. For a powerful, recognized religion, they aren't doing much. They are calling for safety. They acknowledge that this is the reason God gave them the commandment of food storage. They are opening parts of the Temples for refugees. The Mormon Church mentions that its humanitarian aid programs are the largest still functioning. But, the Prophet isn't advertising this disaster as some divine occurence. He calls it, rather, a sign of the times, a trial to precede the Second Coming. Its the same thing they did with the Indonesian Tsunami! It's not even a bigger deal than the Tsunami, all of this darkness and 'stairways' and auroras and all that.

Still, the Church is doing well. Their forums are blossoming with activity. The USA released a list of states based on the percentage of order they have reclaimed. Utah is on the top. Spiritual unity... Vast amount of food storage... It makes sense, I guess. Utah is where you want to be. Nevertheless, I can't believe they aren't making a big deal about all of this. Time will tell.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Check it out. Finally found that map. Somewhat unprofessional, but it's traveling pretty quickly through the web. Words are kind of small, but hey, I want to do my part to spread the information.

Otherwise, I've got things to do. Tayva is trying to talk me into going on an outing to get some food, either by looting or taking from the refugee centers in the Eldorado Hills area. I think she just wants to have some alone time for some more lovin'.

She's standing right behind me, isn't she. (Love ya babe.)

Michael out, for tonight at least. Stay alive!

The world is getting more dangerous by the second.

There is a definite pattern emerging here! Whatever this... crazy phenomenon is, its operating by some kind of pattern. We had three days of darkness, and then suddenly three days experiencing this aurora borealis.

On the morning of Wednesday, far before I woke up, the people at Fox reported that the Moon, good lady Luna, has disappeared. I'm kind of happy to be rid of that gray spot in the sky, it was so much more different than the Moon I remembered.

The auroras above also seem to be changing. We woke up to some kind of overcast environment today. The lights have been dimmed. A three-day night of some kind, I would guess, but not the total darkness we experienced. It casts a strange, surreal twilight outside... I'm not sure what to think of it. But, it's better than the strange surrounding light of the auroras, where there really aren't any shadows despite the day-like illumination.

Life has been good for the last few days, hence my reason not to type. But there have been troubles. Food is running low. We can cut up the sheep, but I reason that every day, food that might have been looted is being taken by others. I'm talking about going to some commercial center and searching for scraps. For six days, people have had a chance to break in and take as much as they've wanted: will there be any left? How long before we descend into barbarianism? The girls and I have estimated that, with our food storage and current dwindling collection, we have nine or ten days left before we run out. Who knows how much the seven sheep are worth once over an open fire.

The girls are great. We've gotten to know each other very well. Sharon has stuck with us, though I believe that it may just be out of no where else to go. She's generally quite lax as well, and I don't know how to make it so that she pulls her weight around the house. But, we all feel we have been knit into some sort of family.

The females are having fun, definitely. As the only guy, they've each had there turn to fall for temptation, especially in this sometimes hopeless atmosphere. I don't know what to think about this, but I have been slacking in my chaste, moral attitude.

I think it might be healthy for the group as a whole, you know? Its not like we have anything fun to do. The only thing non-informative on television is channel four, composing of reruns that loop every six hours, with constant intermissions for news, and advice on survival.

Needless to say, my relationships with all of the women has kept the ladies very occupied, and there is plenty of intrigue for everyone. Dramas keep looping over and over. Tayva considers herself my girl, while Karol is fighting for first place. Karol is hindered by thoughts about her boyfriend. Angelina has made a quick dash into competition, after a sum of two hours making out in the basement in only the last two days. How does she entice me so?

I don't know what to make of it. I definitely don't want to mess around with Sharon, a 17-year old, though she has done her deal of flirting. I also have the opinion that Karol should wait for her boyfriend before she leaps into something with me. But I like each of them mostly the same, in different ways... but I have no favorite! I've known Tayva longer, but Karol is one heck of a kisser, and Angelina always feels like she needs more love than the others, because she has these fits of depression.

What do I think about Tereal, now?

She's been more active in my dreams, and I've had more time to spend with her, with more time to sleep. Tereal outranks all of the real girls, with a both a body and personality I can't stop thinking about! Plus, I've have had dates with her that far outrival that I've spent with the three women I share the house with... volcanoes, tropical paradises, the Moon, dazzling glass cities, everything my imagination can conjure! But ultimately... she's... nothing. An extremely realistic figment somewhere within my brain.

I have to ignore all of this. I'm sorry for boring any of you, if any of you are reading.

Fortifying the house has been great. We've had plenty of materials. We still have tons of wood in the barn, even after I've reinforced many of the smaller fences. I've also found some metal pipes as well, though I'm not sure what I should use them for. We've punched small holes in certain walls, in foresight that we might be invaded and have to defend ourselves from the inside. In this case, we can have several defensible positions.

I want to build some kind of swinging log trap. It's been bugging me. In my lucid dreams I've experimented with trying to build it, and I think I've found a way. We have a good tree branch overarching the driveway. If someone rams the gate with a car and get's through, a log or some other heavy object could be let go to swing into their path. Cool, eh? Like Starwars. You hoist it up with one rope or cable, using a crank or winch or something. Another rope pulls it to the roof. Secure the 'pull-back' rope, and cut it whenever needed. I could cut a hole through the roof, and hopefully see if I can get the rope down into one of the main rooms. Good for emergencies.

I haven't found anything heavy enough or oblong enough to fit the design! I've made one using a much lighter 'bob', an old fifty-gallon metal milk can I found in the barn. It works! But I need something to do some serious damage, and we've used up all of the furniture for barricades.

An unhinged door? Or maybe, a bookshelf. I'm sitting by a bookshelf we haven't used as I type this on my laptop. Take the books out... fill it with rocks or something heavy. Hmmm... Maybe, I don't know yet.

Hmmm... about the international scene. The Coalition Army (what I like to call 'the Crusaders') headed by the European Union, have not been turned back from the Middle East. They're early successes against the nations nearest to Israel bid too much optimism. They've made small offensives, but they are very entrenched. The Islamic nations are unified now under the unseen 'Mehdi' messiah guy, reports have detailed that all governments in the region have submitted to him. He's been converting as much industry as possible to his war machine, waging a horrible war both open and guerilla. The Coalition Army doesn't know whether to nuke more cities, thus enraging more and more to join the Mehdi in arms instead of submitting, or to just go to town on the Muslims. The Pope and many church leaders are pushing the nuclear option as much as they can, but there are still governments out there...

But they have done atrocious things, or so it is said over the news. They're not following any of the rules of war, concealing weapons, dressing up as civilians, sometimes even in Coalition soldier apparel... they've used chemical warfare and biological warfare unprecedented (though nothing worldy contagious). They believe Allah will make them invincible... what if they release something at a pandemic scale? The world is freaked about this possibility, which is why they are sending more and more soldiers.

Meanwhile, at home, the situation continues to get worse. Terrorism everywhere. The Muslims in the internment camps throughout Europe, a majority relocated for no reason at all, have staged many uprisings and many keep on breaking out. A huge part of the formal soldiers and the eager volunteers are in the Middle East, leaving a population of the weak at home. The draft has been reinstated to at least provide training for new volunteers willing to patrol the streets and keep control.

In the United States, order is coming together once more. Much of the Muslim threat has been extinguished. Open borders from Mexico, however, has released a deluge never before seen. Many soldiers are trying to hold them back, but an estimated millions have already crossed. People are being typecasted once more: if you are Hispanic, you are thrown into an internment camp. The government cannot trust anybody except for wasps. This is causing a huge uproar in itself. Still, the people who got through were those first in line: the zealous, anti-American, anarchist type. Looting and terrorism is huge in the Western United States.

President Kerry is in a fix. He was the one who cut military spending, and sent many soldiers back home. If this happened under Bush, we'd have a lot more soldiers to throw around. Mexico's government has utterly collapsed, as well as many more nations south of the border, all the way to Peru. How does Kerry solve this?

Outside of the West, Africa has been wiped nearly clean of borders. With the darkness, every small conflict in that nations of discontent had erupted into a meltdown. The only real 'country' is now South Africa, who is desperately trying to keep order, while their soldiers are occupying near countries. Outside of that, ethnic and religious strife has kept everyone from thinking straight on that continent.

Have you noticed how the northern nations are doing so well? Their populations are used to long nights in the frigid winter. If it wasn't summer, they probably wouldn't even have looked up. Russia has kept itself very intact, despite Muslim terrorism.

Japan is also doing well, much better than the United States. They had their deal of conflict, but the North Korean fiasco forced the population together. Enjoying victory over their long-time enemy, anarchy has been kept quite calm in that country. Their soldiers are being deployed throughout the Far East region to maintain control.

China is mysteriously quiet. Dealing with Muslims in their own area as well... I assume the giant is considering its options and licking its wounds, undesiring to make movements when it's internal organs are bleeding.

There's a map running around somewhere on the Wikigoogle. Hang on a second.