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Authors: Colt Triarii
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recognizable buildings. The horizon was not clearly defined. She was finally able to recognize the remains of the crumbled cement football bleachers, and the Interstate exit, and her nausea receded.
The quiet was terrifying. There was absolute stillness,except for the smell of smoke, and the sound of fires crackling. It took her a moment to realize how horrific the absence of the expected, normal outside traffic and noise was to your senses. The silence echoed.
She suddenly realized the heavy smoke smell was the same as grilling a steak in the kitchen. It was the smell of burning flesh. But this fat was from human bodies. She knew intellectually everything had been destroyed, but it didn’t register emotionally. It was sensory overload.
All the buildings had been there every day. They were all there an hour ago when she started detention. Now all the buildings were simply
gone
.
Then came the realization that if steel and reinforced concrete were instantly pulverized and incinerated, imagine what happened to the flesh and blood
people
in those buildings. And the scale of destruction was mind numbing, it was as far as she could see in every direction.
David was right, she thought.
This was a nuke, and not too far away. It looked like the black and white photos in her history book of Japan after the atomic bomb was dropped in World War II. Except now all the buildings were flattened completely, and it was hard to tell where the paved highways were.
She gulped some water, wiped off her face, tried to put herself back together, then climbed back inside to help Jorge and the others climb through.
“Zeke, we may have to pull them out,” Karen said. She was pleased her voice was steady.
Zeke nodded but kept prying open the large commercial size refrigerator doors with some piece of metal. The refrigerators that were below ground level had been sealed shut by the melted rubber door seals. The refrigerators above ground level were melted.
Karen watched him methodically fill his backpack with small plastic water bottles, energy drinks, oranges, and large chocolate bars from the below ground level refrigerators.
Finally she saw David crawl through the hole, the last one.
“Everyone fill up these cloth laundry bags with bottled water, carry all you can,” David said, as they stood around, confused and dazed. Karen saw him pack a four pound blue box of Morton’s salt.
Karen had almost filled her backpack, when she turned quickly, and vomited all over the wall. The smell of burning flesh, the corpses, the devastation, and shock overcame her. She felt weak and dizzy.
Zeke moved away from the wall, unperturbed. He checked carefully to be sure she had not splattered his Snicker’s bar, then bit another piece.
“Most of us vomit every day during football practice. You will get over it,” Zeke assured her
Karen realized she had not eaten since the mid-morning snack. She had called her Dad during lunch to say she would need a ride home because she would miss the bus. She steadied herself, and forced herself to eat an orange while she opened a water bottle.
“No service, not even one bar, ” Zeke said, looking at the smartphone.
David climbed the makeshift ladder, looked around, then climbed back down. Karen wondered why neither David nor Zeke seemed to have any of the nausea and disorientation she had experienced. You are just as mentally tough as they are, she said to herself. It’s just that I had to skip lunch, and maybe men are just less sensitive, she thought. She noticed David had his backpack ready, and was obviously about to leave for somewhere.
But where?
Karen realized everyone was looking for him to determine the next step. David had become the leader by default, without thought, and that was not acceptable. She was always self-sufficient. She didn’t even know David, much less trust him.
“I suspect this is a nuclear attack,” David started as they all gathered around.
“My Dad talked about how to
The quiet was terrifying. There was absolute stillness,except for the smell of smoke, and the sound of fires crackling. It took her a moment to realize how horrific the absence of the expected, normal outside traffic and noise was to your senses. The silence echoed.
She suddenly realized the heavy smoke smell was the same as grilling a steak in the kitchen. It was the smell of burning flesh. But this fat was from human bodies. She knew intellectually everything had been destroyed, but it didn’t register emotionally. It was sensory overload.
All the buildings had been there every day. They were all there an hour ago when she started detention. Now all the buildings were simply
gone
.
Then came the realization that if steel and reinforced concrete were instantly pulverized and incinerated, imagine what happened to the flesh and blood
people
in those buildings. And the scale of destruction was mind numbing, it was as far as she could see in every direction.
David was right, she thought.
This was a nuke, and not too far away. It looked like the black and white photos in her history book of Japan after the atomic bomb was dropped in World War II. Except now all the buildings were flattened completely, and it was hard to tell where the paved highways were.
She gulped some water, wiped off her face, tried to put herself back together, then climbed back inside to help Jorge and the others climb through.
“Zeke, we may have to pull them out,” Karen said. She was pleased her voice was steady.
Zeke nodded but kept prying open the large commercial size refrigerator doors with some piece of metal. The refrigerators that were below ground level had been sealed shut by the melted rubber door seals. The refrigerators above ground level were melted.
Karen watched him methodically fill his backpack with small plastic water bottles, energy drinks, oranges, and large chocolate bars from the below ground level refrigerators.
Finally she saw David crawl through the hole, the last one.
“Everyone fill up these cloth laundry bags with bottled water, carry all you can,” David said, as they stood around, confused and dazed. Karen saw him pack a four pound blue box of Morton’s salt.
Karen had almost filled her backpack, when she turned quickly, and vomited all over the wall. The smell of burning flesh, the corpses, the devastation, and shock overcame her. She felt weak and dizzy.
Zeke moved away from the wall, unperturbed. He checked carefully to be sure she had not splattered his Snicker’s bar, then bit another piece.
“Most of us vomit every day during football practice. You will get over it,” Zeke assured her
Karen realized she had not eaten since the mid-morning snack. She had called her Dad during lunch to say she would need a ride home because she would miss the bus. She steadied herself, and forced herself to eat an orange while she opened a water bottle.
“No service, not even one bar, ” Zeke said, looking at the smartphone.
David climbed the makeshift ladder, looked around, then climbed back down. Karen wondered why neither David nor Zeke seemed to have any of the nausea and disorientation she had experienced. You are just as mentally tough as they are, she said to herself. It’s just that I had to skip lunch, and maybe men are just less sensitive, she thought. She noticed David had his backpack ready, and was obviously about to leave for somewhere.
But where?
Karen realized everyone was looking for him to determine the next step. David had become the leader by default, without thought, and that was not acceptable. She was always self-sufficient. She didn’t even know David, much less trust him.
“I suspect this is a nuclear attack,” David started as they all gathered around.
“My Dad talked about how to
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