The End of the World Series | Book 2 | Survive The Onslaught

by McDonald, Clyde

  And Aby herself? Well, she had confidence in herself like never before. It seemed in some ways that she was made for a world like this. She had never expected herself to thrive in chaos, but here she was, taking the lead on their escape through the woods. She’d been the one who suggested they avoided the roads to avoid the new residents in Dent.

  Sure, there were things she should be worried about. They had no food or water. They didn’t know how far the bikes would get them. They had no clue about what lay ahead of them on the roads. But they had each other. They had guns loaded with ammo. They had strong wills. Those things would carry them far, if not the whole way.

  It seemed like normal life was just a distant dream now. Aby could barely believe that a few days ago, she’d been working a nine to five job, going through the motions, passing each day without understanding what she had. Now that she’d lost everything, she understood what was really important. She knew how much Jake mattered, even if they fought a lot. She understood that having someone like Megan who was completely loyal at her side was an asset. And she knew that even though there were bad people out there, and plenty of people who would want her dead along the road, they didn’t matter. As long as she knew who her allies were, she’d always be able to take down their enemies.

  Jake groaned behind her in pain. His head lolled onto her shoulder. Over the roar of the engines, she called out to him.

  “It’s going to be okay,” she said. “I’m going to get us somewhere safe...I’m going to get us patched up...and we’ll keep going. Don’t give up.”

  She felt him nod half-heartedly against her shoulder and she felt her heart sink a little. She felt like she wanted to give him some of her new found strength now that he was losing his so fast. She was worried for him. If he gave up, they’d all fall apart. He was the beating heart of the group, and his pulse seemed to be fading. But she’d get him back on his feet, just like he had done for her so many times before. They’d be okay.

  In the early evening, the moonlight guided their way through the forest. The ground was damp with dew, but the air was warm and pleasant. Aby wanted to just close her eyes and enjoy it. Once upon a time, that’s what she would’ve done. Maybe she and Jake would’ve gone for a drive or had a picnic and a glass of wine. They knew how to make the most of spring evenings once upon a time. But those days were gone. She had no idea what tomorrow would hold, but it certainly wouldn’t be a picnic…

  Will things slowly calm down? she wondered. Will we all stop this senseless violence and realize that we have to care for one another? Will we find people who can help us out, or will we go it alone? Will we die tomorrow or live to fight another day?

  So many questions and so few answers. The uncertainty of it all made Aby feel chaotic on the inside. She knew there was no amount of planning that could prepare them for what might come next. This wasn’t something that they could plot out in advance, like a grocery list for the week or a yearly vacation. There was no predicting what horrors might come their way. Aby dread to think that things might possibly get worse than they already were. The things she’d seen would haunt her forever, but it could always get worse. She knew that. No day would ever be death free. No day would be without fear. No day would ever be the same again.

  But it would never be boring either.

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  Do you have what it takes to survive?

  The EMP hits. The lights go out and silence roars. Society is on the brink of violent chaos. The only way to survive is to get out, away from the cities and into the wilderness.

  Max is an office worker with some gear and a plan. He's one of the first to realize the unspoken dangers. A few years ago, he inherited an old farmhouse. His plan is to get to it as fast as possible and bunker down. He thinks he's ready, but he quickly discovers that there's more to surviving than just having the right gear.

  Mandy is a waitress with the day off work. What seems like a normal power outage quickly turns terrifying. Her peaceful town is no longer the home she once knew. She's offered a way out, but can she put her trust in a perfect stranger?

  Georgia is a single mother who just wants to keep her two teenage kids safe. She drives a pickup and loves hunting. She has skills that could keep her family alive, but is she ready to make life or death decisions in the blink of an eye?

  Do Max, Mandy, and Georgia have what it takes to overcome the unexpected? After all, even the best-laid plans can come up short.

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  Twenty-Seven

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  Max sat in his cubicle with his chair pointed to the window. He’d been staring outside for the last twenty minutes, unable to concentrate on his work. On the best days, the work seemed pointless. On the worst, it was a nightmare.

  It was supposed to be a good job, decent pay, good benefits. He had a real “career,” unlike some of his friends, who were still working odd jobs here and there. If his parents had been alive, they would have been proud of him.

  But it wasn’t what he wanted to do. The problem? He didn’t know what he wanted to do. He only knew that things didn’t feel right. Something was wrong with the world, and Max already knew that it wasn’t going to get any better.

  “Psst, Max,” whispered Jeremy, his cubicle neighbor.

  “Huh?” said Max, waking up from his little daydream.

  “You’ve been staring out the window for like forever, man,” said Jeremy. “Big Tom is going to come around soon, you know.”

  “Screw Big Tom,” said Max. Big Tom was the boss, a guy with a much bigger gut than a heart. Max figured him for some kind of sadist who’d happened to get into the line of work that allowed him to pursue his true passion—torturing his employees with meaningless reports and “metrics,” whatever the hell those were.

  “What’s that?” said Big Tom, moving slowly into view, blocking Max’s view of the window.

  “Shit,” muttered Jeremy nervously. He immediately hunched back over his desk and started working furiously on some meaningless project.

  “Hi, Tom,” said Max calmly. He wasn’t in the mood today to really give a shit about any of this. Maybe he should just quit, and head up to the old farmhouse that his dad had left him when he’d passed away. Max had been meaning to head up there and check the place out for a while. The old house hadn’t been used in years, but Max had been toying with the fantasy of creating a homestead there. The only problem? He didn’t know much about homesteading, having grown up in the suburbs away from real nature.

  “I heard what you said,” hissed Big Tom, leaning down towards Max, bracing his hands on his khaki-covered knees.

  “Yeah?” said Max.

  Suddenly, something happened.

  The lights went out. Everything went out.

  A tremendous silence hung in the air.

  “What was that?” said Big Tom, standing up straight and looking around.

  Max swiveled his chair around to face his computer again. He felt as if he was expecting something… He had a feeling about what happened, but his mind couldn’t put it directly into thoughts.

  The computer was completely blank. Dead.

  Max hit the power button, but nothing happened.

  “Someone cut the electricity,” shouted Big Tom.

  Max looked around, seeing that everyone else’s computers were dead as well. Max picked up the phone. There wasn’t a dial tone. Hastily, he took his phone out of his pocket, but the screen was black.

  “It’s not just the power,” Max said.

  “They’re going to pay for this,” shouted Big Tom again. “Don’t they realize how much money we’ll lose?”

  Max sat still in his chair for a moment.
/>   So it was happening.

  This was what he’d been thinking about for two years now: some kind of EMP event. Max didn’t exactly understand the specifics, but he knew that, given the right circumstances, solar flares on the sun could create electromagnetic pulses strong enough to wipe out most electronics on Earth.

  This was a big part of the malaise he’d been feeling for so long: he knew that something was very wrong in the world. The infrastructure was simply too fragile. Everything relied on a shipping system, and everything relied on electronics that could easily be disabled or promptly deactivated with an EMP. Or something else. There were a million things that could happen that could cause a cataclysmic shutdown of modern society, and Max had spent hours on the internet reading about them all.

  That didn’t mean he was exactly prepared for an event.

  But perhaps he was a little more prepared than most. At home, he had a rudimentary bug out bag that he’d started preparing. In it, he had a basic medical kit, some veterinary antibiotics, a hunting knife, an axe, and a couple odds and ends he’d assembled over the years. It wasn’t a complete kit, and when Max’s thoughts turned to it in this moment, he cursed himself for not having gone whole hog on the idea.

  Max knew it was time to act.

  Everyone in the office was starting to panic, as they pulled out their cell phones and realized that they all didn’t work. They realized, unlike the boss, Big Tom, that this wasn’t just a mere power outage. Soon, everyone in Claymore would be panicking, all trying to drive home. The roads would be blocked off.

  Max had one thing on his mind: get home, get his gear, and high tail it to the old farmhouse, where he’d be away from the panic and chaos that would ensue.

  Max was surprised how calm he felt, and how quickly his mind went right to the solution. He knew this was his advantage, and that everyone else would take days, if not weeks, to come to the same conclusion.

  Max got up from his swivel chair so quickly that it slammed right into his desk, making a huge noise.

  Since no machines or electronics were running, the room had fallen deafeningly silent, except for the mutterings of the boss. Everyone else sat frightened in their cubicles, unmoving, perhaps whispering to each other.

  Max’s chair made a surprisingly loud sound against the background of dead silence.

  “Where do you think you’re going, Max?” shouted Big Tom.

  “Home,” said Max, deadpan.

  “Dude,” whispered Jeremy, looking up at Max from his chair. “Sit back down if you want a job. He’s in a bad mood.”

  “So am I,” said Max.

  Max ignored his colleagues and darted towards the exit. It was deadly silent. No one was even whispering.

  The overhead lights were of course off, natural light streaming in from the office windows.

  Big Tom moved swiftly to block his way. He stood in front of Max in the doorway to the exit.

  Max could feel that all eyes were on him.

  One of the precautions he’d taken a year ago, when he’d started getting more into a mindset of preparedness, was to carry a few important and practical possessions with him at all times. One was his well-oiled pocket knife with a thumb stud. The other was his Glock 17, which sat hidden in his holster inside the waist band of his pants, with his shirt un-tucked and covering it. It was considered by some too big to carry daily, but Max had found that once he’d gotten used to it, he didn’t mind it. Most of the time, he knew it was there, but he liked the feeling of the weight and heft against his hip.

  But Max had a calm head, and he wasn’t about to shoot his boss for merely getting in his way. He knew that Big Tom wasn’t a serious danger. He was just a nuisance. The real dangers would come in the coming days, provided the power wasn’t restored, and considering the nature of an EMP, Max knew that that wasn’t possible.

  “Get out of my way,” said Max in a low and calm voice, but one that meant business.

  “You walk out that door, Max, and you’re out a job,” hissed Big Tom. He tried to stand up tall, puffing up his chest. But Max wasn’t the least bit intimidated.

  “Don’t you get it?” said Max. “This isn’t just a power outage. Don’t you see that everything’s off? Check your cell phone. This is the end of the world we’ve been living in.”

  “You’re crazy,” said Big Tom. But he sounded scared. “I’m telling you, Max. Walk out that door now, and that’s the last straw. You’ve spent too many days staring out the window. One more demerit on your record and you’re done. And forget about a recommendation.”

  Max just shook his head in disbelief. He knew people would be slow to catch on, but actually confronting the reality of it was… astounding.

  “Out of my way now,” said Max.

  Big Tom bowed his head slightly, looking at the ground before stepping aside.

  Max was in good physical condition, and Tom could sense that he wasn’t a match for Max, not that he’d ever dream of fighting him. Fighting wasn’t part of the modern cultured world, especially not in an office environment. Instead of thinking about physical capabilities, Big Tom’s managerial head was likely instead filled with ideas about potential lawsuits and demerits of his own that he’d have to deal with, should he find himself in a physical altercation.

  Max walked out of the office. He knew it would be the last time.

  The door slammed behind him, louder than anything he’d heard in the intense silence surrounding him.

  The lights were off in the staircase.

  He took a single cautious step past the threshold and paused. When he closed his eyes, he couldn’t tell the difference. That was how dark it was.

  There, in the silent darkness of the stairwell, the reality suddenly struck him. His heart started pounding in his chest. The anxiety hit him like a tidal wave. His pulse skyrocketed and his skin felt cold and clammy.

  He’d had it together back in the office. He’d been vaguely planning this for years, or at least considering the possibility. He had some gear at home, and he had a plan, unlike a lot of other people. He had enough food for over a month.

  But suddenly, none of it felt like it would be enough.

  And he was all alone, the silent, dark staircase reinforcing this thought.

  Was he really better off than anyone else, or would he become trapped like the rest of them, left to die a slow death of hunger, or perhaps something worse? After all, he still had no idea what had happened.

  Max tried to reach into his pocket for his LED flashlight, hoping against hope that it hadn’t been affected by the EMP. But his hand was trembling too much, and he couldn’t even slide it into the pocket of his jeans.

  Shit. That was all he could think: shit. His mind was stuck in a loop of panic.

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