just float out like that?”
Theo thought for a moment. “It could be that we didn’t go anywhere. Maybe the water just washed over a bunch of stuff, like maybe global warming made the oceans rise or something like you hear people say might happen.”
“But then that comes back to your point,” said Kylee. “Nobody has found us yet. Even this authority that’s fixing things up and has Officer Menendez all twitchy has no clue where anybody else is or how to get in touch with them.”
“I definitely didn’t plan to spend my summer in a mystery novel,” said Theo.
“Me neither,” said Kylee. “I miss my parents.”
She was silent for a while after that. In the dark silences could stretch on for a long time. Theo’s thoughts turned to his own family. He tried to focus on the best possible scenario, that this disaster hadn’t had any impact near Philadelphia and that all his loved ones were okay. He knew they had to be worried about him and the fact that he couldn’t reach out to them frustrated him endlessly. He decided to break the silence before his thoughts consumed him.
“So… where do you want to go to college?” he asked.
“I’m not sure. I’m supposed to go look sometime in the fall. I was thinking of going out west, just to do something a little different. I might major in journalism. How about you?”
“I haven’t given it too much thought,” Theo said. “It would help if I knew what I wanted to study. I like so many things but I don’t love any of them, you know what I mean?”
Kylee laughed. “Have faith, young man, you’ll figure it out.”
“Thanks for the support,” Theo smirked.
Suddenly, the world went white. Theo shut his eyes against the blinding intrusion. When he opened them, slowly, carefully, he saw that the light fixture above the bed was on. He heard his friends stirring around the apartment and his confused brain finally registered that the power was back.
He sat up and Kylee sat up next to him. She was smiling her radiant smile. “Say what you will, whoever’s in charge knows what they are doing!” She got up and walked toward the door.
“What are you doing?” Theo asked?
Kylee raised an eyebrow. Her smile hadn’t faded. “I want to celebrate,” she said. She reached out and turned off the light.
5
The next few days went by in a blur. Theo felt more and more of his attention and thoughts shift to Kylee. The craziness and loneliness of the island was lessening, as the repetition of the days became the new “normal.” Each day followed the same pattern: meals at one of the police ration stations set up around town, the rest of the time spent exploring and hanging out. Two days after the return of the power (which appeared to have heralded the return of working plumbing) Bill found a Frisbee. Though it wasn’t the one they had lost and though it made them think once again of their missing friends, the teens were soon lost in the fun of running around the beach, diving in the sand for near misses and chasing each other into the waves.
Two weeks after what the survivors had begun to call “the Event,” the teens lined up for lunch outside what had been a clothing store. A man at the front was conversing with one of the officers. The man’s clothes hung on his slender frame; a testament to the limited calories available for the survivors. He was clearly agitated. The officer answered him calmly but Theo noticed the cop’s hand was in close proximity to his firearm.
“I need more food! I’m hungry all the time!” The man shouted.
“Bob, you need to relax,” said the officer. “I know you’re hungry, but so is everyone and there’s only so much food. There’s a plan in place but you’ve gotta hang in there and play by the rules.”
“Screw you and screw the rules!” yelled Bob. He lunged forward and knocked the clipboards off the table. The survivors in line murmured to each other. The officer looked to his partner and nodded solemnly. The partner drew his gun, walked up behind Bob and cracked the butt of the weapon across the frail man’s skull. Bob dropped in a heap. Two more officers came from inside the store and dragged the unconscious man inside.
Theo looked at his friends. Their eyes were wide and nobody said a word.
“Next in line!” called the officer, resuming his business as if nothing had transpired.
As the line shambled along, Bill drew close to Theo’s ear. “Did you see that crap?” he asked.
“Yeah,” said Theo, “didn’t seem too fair to that guy.”
“Damn right it wasn’t fair,” said Bill. He looked heated. “I’m gonna tell that cop that they can’t treat people like that.”
“Don’t say anything!” said Theo. “You want to get your head caved in too?”
“Dude,” said Bill, “They can’t abuse people like that!”
“Just stay calm for now. You go rushing in and nothing’s going to happen but you getting hurt. “
“Fine.”
Theo breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t know why it was that his friends seemed to listen to him but if it meant he could keep Bill or any of them safe he was glad to have it be the case.
Sitting down with his food, Theo saw that printed fliers had been distributed with breakfast.
Town Hall Meeting
Boardwalk Hall
Mayor Lucas and Deputy Mayor Tiberius to report on new Developments.
Thursday, 7 PM.
Kylee grabbed a flyer. “Well, I know where I’ll be Thursday night.”
Michelle looked unsure. “You think we should go to this?”
“Why not? Kylee asked. “It’s not like we’d be missing primetime TV. We should know what’s happening.”
Theo, a little reluctant to weigh in so obviously on Kylee’s side, encouraged a discussion. The teens decided it was best to attend, if not for the information, at least to break up the monotony.
As the week passed, Theo’s excitement for the meeting grew. He began to hope that maybe the mayor could tell them what happened, and maybe he even had a plan to get them home. Theo could tell the others were excited too. Even Bill, who had been a little sullen since the incident between the officers and the frail, angry man named Bob, looked optimistic.
Thursday evening, the teens walked off the boardwalk and joined the masses moving toward the entrance to Boardwalk Hall. The population was a wide-ranging sample of races, ages, shapes and sizes. The only constant was loose articles of clothing hanging on frames slightly sunken from the lack of nutrition.
They were ushered by what Theo assumed must be police officers out of uniform into the main hall. As the crowd filled the seats, the hum of excited conversation radiated around the arena. Clearly nobody knew exactly what to expect but all were here on the hopes that some information or plan would be revealed.
A small stage was erected in the center of the arena floor. A single podium was positioned in the middle. On its face were small renderings of the American flag and the blue and white stripes of Atlantic City. As Theo continued to observe the growing crowd, the lights began to dim. The murmurs of chatter were reduced to excited whispers. A spotlight shone brightly on the stage.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” boomed a voice over the arena sound system, “please welcome to the stage the honorable Mayor Samuel Lucas and Deputy Mayor Paul Tiberius!”
The crowd broke into applause as the mayor, a small African-American man, approached the podium and gave the crowd a warm smile. Paul Tiberius remained at the back corner of the stage. In contrast to the nationally recognized kind demeanor of the man affectionately called “Uncle Sam,” Tiberius was not known to appear at many public events and did not interact much with the locals. He was tall, pale and gaunt, with dark, sunken eyes. Theo, seeing Tiberius for the first time, felt a deep sensation of dislike toward the man that he could not explain.
“My friends,” Mayor Lucas began, “I am so happy that you are here tonight. We have all been through much together and I believe it is long past time that those of us who claim to be running the show tell you what we know.” At
this, applause erupted again. Lucas smiled and raised a hand to silence the crowd. “Many of you are referring to the incident of three weeks ago as “the Event.” I think that’s as good a name as any. We were not fortunate enough to have many of America’s finest scientific minds on our island when the Event took place, but those who have some expertise tell us that we experienced an unprecedented bombardment of electromagnetic energy. The seismic activity you all surely felt was likely a result of this pulse of energy. Where it came from, we don’t know.” Murmured conversation rose in the audience at this.
“What the hell do you know?” Asked one angry male voice.
“Please,” said Lucas. “Let me tell you what I can.” He paused and waited as the noise died out. “Thank you. As I said, we do not know the source of the Event. We do not know if it was an attack or a natural disaster. We do not know because we have no communication with the outside world.” Theo fully expected the crowd to roar at this but was stunned by the shocked silence that followed the mayor’s words.
“As many of you undoubtedly know, there is no sign of anyone from the rest of the world. Nobody has been able to contact us, if we are to assume they have tried. We lost access to Bader Field in the Event, and we do not have any airplanes. We do, however have access to a few helicopters. We sent an exploratory mission a week ago. The helicopter went as far as it could before having to turn so it could make it back on the fuel we provided. The
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