Read Online Nuclear War Club: Seven high school students are in detention when Nuclear War explodes.Game on, they are on their own. by Colt Triarii - Free Book Online
Authors: Colt Triarii
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is a path, we just have to crawl around twice,” David said, calmer than he felt.
David began to crawl to the open space underneath the steel beams at the back of the room, making sure he could feel the taunt belt pulling his ankle as he turned left, waited, thenright.
David reached the space sheltered under the steel beams. Zeke grabbed the belt and yanked Karen and Jorge to the sheltered space in one pull.
Karen and Jorge were coughing hard and gasping for breath. Zeke shined his cell phone display light at Karen.
“Karen’s head is bleeding and it looks like Jorge has a broken leg, its twisted,” Zeke was saying when the ceiling suddenly collapsed another two feet in the front of the class, precisely where Karen and Jorge had been.
Karen and Jorge missed being entombed by about eleven seconds. As he wiped off his face, David was aggravated by Doron, who sat observing it all clinically, like this was an interesting science experiment involving rats in a maze.
Jorge spoke up, “We should expect more ceiling pancaking and secondary crush. This building is four stories above ground and we are in the basement. We are all here. We have to get out
now!
”
David said, “We need to make a rope as we probe for an exit, it’s easy to get disoriented. Thread the belts through the buckles to make a rope. Feel the walls and see if there is a fire hose. Look for anything, broken desks, steel bars, cement rebar, anything that can be used as a pick or a shovel. Dump any books out of your backpacks, and put them back on.”
“Take one of the belts and see if we can fix a cell phone on my forehead, like a coal miner’s lamp,” Zeke said to Doron.
Instead, Doron cleverly took one of the shoulder straps off his backpack and secured the cell phone on Zeke’s forehead, and cinched it tight.
“Great idea, Doron,” David said. Maybe Doron had panicked before, David thought, remembering his incapacitating terror.
“If you hear a low frequency creaking, that means load shift. Scream or jerk the rope and we will pull you out,” Jorge explained.
Zeke nodded.
“Ready to go. I can die here, or die there. At least I will be doing something,” Zeke said.
“Zeke, take your t-shirt off and make a mask over your nose and mouth like the cowboys did for the dust,” David suggested.
Zeke quickly made a mask and started crawling. David watched him crawl through the opening in the debris that was about fifteen inches high and reached another open area near a steel beam that was about five feet high. Apparently these steel beams had been placed between the new and old building and were the strongest points. The ceiling crush always radiated away from the ceiling beams.
“A door is crushed, blocking the exit to the kitchen. I am going to kick it in,” Zeke yelled.
“Is there any rubble around you that you can stack?” shouted Jorge.
“Yes,” said Zeke. “Stack it up on both sides of you in case there is some minor shift of the debris over the door,” Jorge yelled.
“OK,” Zeke said as he stacked cement slabs with twisted rebar metal rods sticking out. He kicked the door, but nothing happened. He kicked it again with both feet, hard. The remnants of the lower door splintered, and the top intact portion of the door fell onto the debris he had braced on either side. Zeke covered his head with both hands, and waited for further movement. It was still.
“I am crawling under the door, about twelve inch clearance,” Zeke shouted.
“Got it,” David shouted, feeding out his twisted football jersey he had taken out of his backpack to extend the rope.
“I am in the kitchen. There is sunlight. We can escape through the smashed windows.”
“There are four bodies! Burned!” Zeke screamed.
David realized from the sound of his voice that the bodies had freaked Zeke. He was close to panic, like Davidhad been. He needed a task to focus on, rather than staring at torched bodies. A checklist.
“Zeke, we are coming through.
David began to crawl to the open space underneath the steel beams at the back of the room, making sure he could feel the taunt belt pulling his ankle as he turned left, waited, thenright.
David reached the space sheltered under the steel beams. Zeke grabbed the belt and yanked Karen and Jorge to the sheltered space in one pull.
Karen and Jorge were coughing hard and gasping for breath. Zeke shined his cell phone display light at Karen.
“Karen’s head is bleeding and it looks like Jorge has a broken leg, its twisted,” Zeke was saying when the ceiling suddenly collapsed another two feet in the front of the class, precisely where Karen and Jorge had been.
Karen and Jorge missed being entombed by about eleven seconds. As he wiped off his face, David was aggravated by Doron, who sat observing it all clinically, like this was an interesting science experiment involving rats in a maze.
Jorge spoke up, “We should expect more ceiling pancaking and secondary crush. This building is four stories above ground and we are in the basement. We are all here. We have to get out
now!
”
David said, “We need to make a rope as we probe for an exit, it’s easy to get disoriented. Thread the belts through the buckles to make a rope. Feel the walls and see if there is a fire hose. Look for anything, broken desks, steel bars, cement rebar, anything that can be used as a pick or a shovel. Dump any books out of your backpacks, and put them back on.”
“Take one of the belts and see if we can fix a cell phone on my forehead, like a coal miner’s lamp,” Zeke said to Doron.
Instead, Doron cleverly took one of the shoulder straps off his backpack and secured the cell phone on Zeke’s forehead, and cinched it tight.
“Great idea, Doron,” David said. Maybe Doron had panicked before, David thought, remembering his incapacitating terror.
“If you hear a low frequency creaking, that means load shift. Scream or jerk the rope and we will pull you out,” Jorge explained.
Zeke nodded.
“Ready to go. I can die here, or die there. At least I will be doing something,” Zeke said.
“Zeke, take your t-shirt off and make a mask over your nose and mouth like the cowboys did for the dust,” David suggested.
Zeke quickly made a mask and started crawling. David watched him crawl through the opening in the debris that was about fifteen inches high and reached another open area near a steel beam that was about five feet high. Apparently these steel beams had been placed between the new and old building and were the strongest points. The ceiling crush always radiated away from the ceiling beams.
“A door is crushed, blocking the exit to the kitchen. I am going to kick it in,” Zeke yelled.
“Is there any rubble around you that you can stack?” shouted Jorge.
“Yes,” said Zeke. “Stack it up on both sides of you in case there is some minor shift of the debris over the door,” Jorge yelled.
“OK,” Zeke said as he stacked cement slabs with twisted rebar metal rods sticking out. He kicked the door, but nothing happened. He kicked it again with both feet, hard. The remnants of the lower door splintered, and the top intact portion of the door fell onto the debris he had braced on either side. Zeke covered his head with both hands, and waited for further movement. It was still.
“I am crawling under the door, about twelve inch clearance,” Zeke shouted.
“Got it,” David shouted, feeding out his twisted football jersey he had taken out of his backpack to extend the rope.
“I am in the kitchen. There is sunlight. We can escape through the smashed windows.”
“There are four bodies! Burned!” Zeke screamed.
David realized from the sound of his voice that the bodies had freaked Zeke. He was close to panic, like Davidhad been. He needed a task to focus on, rather than staring at torched bodies. A checklist.
“Zeke, we are coming through.
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