No Power: EMP Post Apocalyptic Fiction Thriller Super Boxset

by J. S. Donvan Donvan

  Civil War

  Tuesday, November 22, 2015

  Two days had passed, and there was no sign of Arthur or any of his men. The heightened air of tension began to fade, and the normalcy of mountain life began to reemerge. School was in session in the Dunne cabin, where Antonio, Josh, and the three Dunne boys were in one class taught by Mila. Kelly, Gabrielle, and Allison were in another class one room over, run by Ashlee. Dividing the classes between the boys and girls made things easier; the challenge, however, was keeping them focused, especially given recent events.

  “Good morning, class. Today we’re going to work on arithmetic,” Mila said. She stood at the head of their small makeshift classroom, set up in one of the spare bedrooms of Peter and Krystal’s five-room cabin.

  The boys groaned from their seats, which had been placed along two tables, one table in front of the other, facing Mila. She picked up an old math book they had brought from home and leaned against her desk, unsympathetic to their woes.

  “It may not be the most exciting subject, but can any of you tell me why it’s important to learn good mathematical skills?”

  She raised her head and looked around the classroom. The three Atkins boys—Jeremiah, Mark, and Luke—sat at the front table, and Antonio and Josh behind them. Everyone looked down, not wanting to answer.

  “Antonio, how about you?”

  He stammered a response. “Uh. Because learning math makes you smart?”

  Mila smiled. “Close, but it’s not quite the answer I’m looking for.”

  Jeremiah raised his hand.

  “Yes, Jeremiah,” Mila said.

  “Because learning arithmetic helps us develop good problem-solving skills.”

  Mila nodded, satisfied. “Excellent answer. Very astute of you.”

  Antonio leaned toward Josh and spoke under his breath. “Dude, your mom is so boring. Get me out of here.”

  “Ah, shut it,” Josh said. “She’s doing the best she can.”

  “Look at them,” Antonio said, pointing at the Atkins boys. “Bunch of teacher’s pets. They’ve been homeschooled their whole lives, so no wonder they can take this.”

  “Is there something you want to share with the class, Antonio?” Mila asked.

  Antonio froze up and then shook his head. “No ma’am.”

  “Good, then. Now let’s work on some practice questions. Everyone get prepared to write down the following …”

  Antonio sighed heavily as the class opened up their notebooks. Josh looked at him and shrugged. Their lunch break couldn’t come soon enough.

  In the girls’ class, Ashlee was returning graded homework from the previous day.

  “I know things have been on edge here, but I’m glad to see that everyone did well on their science questions. And with the material still fresh in your minds, there’s no better time for a pop quiz.”

  The girls, sitting along one table, groaned in unison. Gabrielle’s arms fell and went limp in protest. Allison said little, as was usually the case. Kelly shook her head and opened her notebook.

  Ashlee was notorious for her pop quizzes. She seemed to revel in it. “So my first question is about photosynthesis. I want you, in your own words, to describe this miraculous process and why it is so important to life on this planet.”

  From the end of the table, Kelly stared out the cabin window. She perked up when seeing Rob and Brad walk right by, lost in their work. She’d rather be outside digging holes for traps, or whatever else they were doing out there. The gray, cloudy sky was comforting to her in its own way. The temperature had dropped overnight, and everyone expected snow within the week. She never thought that they would still be living in the mountains more than two months after the EMP. But she hadn’t counted on a lot of things happening. Their futures were as hazy as the morning fog.

  Carlos was on tower guard and kept a careful eye out for everything around them. He scanned the area with a pair of military-grade 10x50mm binoculars he’d purchased from Rob, back before they all found themselves building fortified barriers around the camp. Every day brought the possibility of an attack, and with his trusty hunting rifle at his side, he was ready. The air was cold, so much so that he had broken out his winter Gore-Tex jacket. His gloves and skull cap did the trick as well, but he wondered if it would be enough in the next few weeks. If they made it until then.

  He took the radio resting on the ledge and called Rob. “How you guys doing out there?” he asked as his breath flowed like vapor.

  After a moment, Rob responded. “Making some headway. Just finishing up the last of the traps.”

  They had implemented many of the same basic booby traps influenced by a book Rob had read on Viet Cong tactics. Spiked barricades made up of branches and logs enclosed the camp. And traps had been set all around at every conceivable entrance or path.

  “We’re almost out of trip wire and blanks,” Rob said. “That could be a problem.”

  “Well, I hope it’s worth it,” Carlos said.

  “Me too.”

  Carlos set down the radio and looked out. He could see Rob and the others down below, outside the camp, carrying long wood spikes back and forth. Everyone was pitching in, even Peter, despite his injured hand. Reba was still recovering, and the kids were all in class. Everything seemed in its right place as Carlos took a swig of his water bottle. Despite the peaceful climate at camp, he couldn’t shake the feeling of uneasiness in his gut. Trouble was on the horizon. He could feel it.

  Rob, Brad, Elliot, and Peter stopped to take a break and survey their work. They had over twenty sentry trip-wire points, more than a dozen booby traps, and several angled spiked barricades surrounding the camp. It was almost enough.

  “Excellent work, everyone,” Rob said. “This should just about do it.”

  They took a seat on a log, wiped the sweat from their brows, and looked around with pride. It was amazing how much they had accomplished in two short days. But it didn’t come without a price.

  “I’m so exhausted, I can barely think straight right now,” Brad said, and took a big gulp from his canteen.

  Peter laughed warily. “If those animals do decide to attack us, we’ll be so worn out, we won’t stand a chance.”

  “Ah, let Carlos do all the fighting,” Elliot said with a laugh.

  “We’ll be fine,” Rob said. “And remember, it’s not a question of if. They’re definitely coming back. We just have to be ready.”

  “Can we try to fit them in next Wednesday?” Peter said. “This week’s just not good.”

  Everyone shared a laugh as Rob looked around, admiring their work. He then heard a low rumbling in the distance. He wasn’t sure. It could have been his imagination. But it was growing louder.

  “Hold on,” he said, quieting the group. “Listen …”

  Their smiles dropped. They froze and listened. It sounded like an engine from far away. Something they hadn’t heard in months. It was the unmistakable growl of a large truck, an eighteen-wheeler perhaps. Rob stood perfectly still as dread consumed him.

  “It’s them,” he said. “They’re coming.”

  “No,” Peter said. “Not today. It-it can’t be…”

  They listened some more. The truck was getting louder, revving on full speed. Then it slowed, only to rev again. It sounded as though they were ascending.

  Rob picked up his radio. “Carlos. Do you hear that? What do you see?” He waited.

  “Sounds like a truck,” Carlos answered. “But I don’t see anything.”

  “Keep an eye out. I think it’s them. We have to be ready.” Rob lowered the radio and looked at his group as they got up from the log, shaking with fear.

  “We have to get assembled. Round everyone up. Where are Mayra and Krystal?”

  “At the creek with some laundry, last I saw,” Brad answered.

  “Someone needs to get them. I’ll go tell Mila. The rest of you, get your weapons and ammo ready and meet me at the square.”

  “What are we going to d
o, shoot them all?” Peter asked. “We should just leave. They won’t know what to think.”

  Rob placed his gloved hand on Peter’s shoulder and spoke with conviction. “Now’s not the time to doubt our plan. We have to be united in this. The camp has to be defended. It’s the only way.”

  “I’ll go find Mayra and Krystal,” Brad said, running off toward the creek.

  “Let’s move,” Rob said to the others. Elliot and Peter nodded in agreement, tugging at their work gloves. Neither of them seemed happy or full of the kind of resolve that was needed. Rob sprinted off, with the two men following behind at a much slower pace. Their knees cracked and their bodies ached as they trudged forward to the camp where the moment of reckoning had arrived.

  Rob went to the Dunne cabin and stormed inside. He could see Carlos peering out from the lookout post with his binoculars.

  “I see ’em now,” he said over the radio. “Big cargo truck about two miles out.”

  The echoes of its pounding motor had only gotten louder.

  “Stay on it,” Rob said as he entered the cabin. “They can only get so close to the camp in that thing.”

  “Ten-four,” Carlos said, adding, “Make sure that my wife and kids are OK.”

  Rob walked past the living room of the quiet cabin and went for the first room on the right.

  “Mila!” he said, pushing the door open.

  Ashlee jumped at his abrupt entrance. The girls at the table looked up, anxious.

  “Mila’s next room over,” Ashlee said. “Is everything OK?”

  Rob swallowed and caught his breath. “I don’t want anyone to panic. I think the people from town are back.”

  Ashlee covered her mouth. “Oh no …”

  Kelly, Allison, and Gabrielle looked at each other with rising fear.

  “Just stay here while we work this out,” he said.

  He left and went into the next room. Mila sat at her desk and the boys were slouched at the tables, reading.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked, looking up.

  “It’s time. They’re coming.”

  The boys turned to the window with grave concern. Mila stood as the boys huddled with each other, whispering.

  “Where are they now?” Mila asked as Rob approached her.

  “I’m not sure. They have a truck, and it’s getting closer,” he said, turning to address the boys. “Boys, I need you all to stick together until this thing blows over.”

  Antonio stood up. “Just give me a gun and let me take ’em out myself.”

  “All right, Antonio. That’s enough,” Mila said. She looked at Rob. “What’s the plan?”

  “Get all the kids in here and wait. You stay here together and be ready to defend yourselves if necessary. I’ll bring back some weapons.”

  Mila stared ahead, resolute and ready.

  Rob continued. “The rest of us will take positions around the camp. Whatever they’re here for, they’re not breaching this camp.” He hugged her and left the room before she could say anything else.

  Outside, the mood had quickly grown tense. Brad had just arrived, with Mayra and Krystal in tow. Peter and Elliot came out of their cabins, both carrying rifles.

  “Time to arm up,” Rob said. The sound of the truck was louder. Carlos shouted to them from the top of the nearby lookout tower.

  “They took the path right into the forest! There’s a canopy in the back of the truck, covering it. Could be a hundred people in there, could be none. ”

  Rob considered the possibilities. An average cargo truck fit up to twenty people in the back. If Arthur kept good on his promise to bring more people, they would most certainly be outnumbered.

  “Everyone listen to me,” he said, examining the nervous faces before him. “All we have to do is stick to the plan. Carlos will stay in the tower. Take your positions behind the plywood barricades and be ready to engage. Nobody steps foot in this camp.”

  “Are we going to shoot them?” Mayra asked in disbelief. “I don’t know if I can do that.”

  “That’s what I was saying,” Peter added. “We’re not killers. Hell, Krystal and I don’t even eat meat.”

  “Just listen to Rob,” Brad said, stepping forward. “We have to do what’s necessary to protect this camp.”

  “Well, let’s hope that it doesn’t come to that,” Elliot said. “I need to check on Reba first. She’ll be terrified.”

  “Do what you need to do and get out of there,” said Rob.

  Elliot nodded and limped hurriedly away. Rob held up his radio.

  “What’s the status, Carlos?” The truck sounded like a bulldozer plowing through the woods.

  “Can’t see it,” Carlos said. “It’s close though. Probably taking the trail as far as they can go.”

  Rob looked at the group. As frightened as they were, he was confident they could fight back. “I need to get some weapons for Mila. Brad, make sure Ashlee is taken care of.”

  “Got it,” Brad said.

  “We’ll needs someone to go out there and scout things out,” Rob said, looking around. “Any volunteers?”

  There was no immediate reaction.

  “I’ll go,” Brad said, raising his hand. “I’m the fastest one here, anyway.”

  “You sure about that?” Peter asked.

  Brad smiled. “Come with me and we’ll see.”

  “I’d rather not,” Peter said.

  Rob cut in. “Carlos lost visibility. I just need you to go out there and get eyes on that truck. Take your radio.”

  “Sounds like a plan.”

  Rob thanked him and looked at the others, speaking with seriousness. “In the meantime, everyone get your weapons and take positions.” The group dispersed with a sense of urgency they hadn’t felt since the day of the EMP strike. Peaceful resolution still felt like an option, but they also knew that things could also go a completely different way.

  Rob ran into his cabin and grabbed his Beretta pistol, Ruger high-action bolt rifle, his hunting knife, and Mila’s revolver. He took a backpack of ammunition and left. The booming engine sounded right outside the camp. He ran past Elliot and a dazed Reba as she was being escorted to the Dunne cabin. Once inside, he gave Mila her revolver. Everyone was in the same room now and huddled near the window, trying to look out.

  “Get away from the window,” Rob said.

  Brad entered and gave Ashlee a quick hug while handing her a pistol.

  Rob said, “This will all be over soon. It’s just a precaution.” He turned to go. “Don’t leave this room unless absolutely necessary. If for any reason we have to evacuate, the rally point is at the creek. We’ll meet up from there and travel on foot.”

  “You sure you weren’t ever in the military?” Brad asked.

  “Nope,” Rob said. “I just read a lot. Pick up on a lot of that jargon.” He turned to give Mila a hug as Josh and Kelly rushed over. “I love you guys. Stay safe,” he said, pulling them close.

  “You too,” Mila said.

  Brad, Rob, and Elliot said their goodbyes and left the classroom, shutting the door behind them. They left the cabin and rejoined the others. They could see exhaust rising through the trees not far from the camp, where the truck had apparently stopped.

  “Not sure what the hell they’re doing. Sounds like they’re stuck,” Elliot said.

  “Carlos, you see anything?” Rob said into the radio.

  “Nothing. Trees are blocking everything.”

  Rob looked around to see Peter, Krystal, and Mayra emerging from their cabins with weapons.

  Carlos saw his wife carrying a rifle and joining the others. The radio came alive again with his voice.

  “What is she doing out there?”

  “She insisted,” Rob said.

  His voice then came over the radio, high-pitched and anxious. “Are you crazy? Get her inside with the others.”

  “We need her. Besides, she’s a good shot. Better than you.”

  “Very funny,” Carlos said. “You better hop
e nothing happens to her.”

  “Got it. Just keep an eye out for anyone coming.” Rob lowered the radio and looked at Brad. “You ready, Scout?”

  “Check,” Brad said.

  “If anything doesn’t look right, get back here right away. We’ll cover you.”

  Brad appeared pumped up and ready to go. He slapped a magazine in his pistol and stuffed a radio into his pocket.

  “Good luck,” Peter said. Elliot, Krystal, and Mayra gave him a hug. He waved to everyone and ran off into the woods, bent over and staying low, heading toward the alarming sound of the nearby intruder.

  “Let’s take our positions now,” Rob said. “And stay alert at all times. We can do this.”

  The group seemed in agreement but lost in their own thoughts. This was real. It was happening. But they had come too far to let a roving mob of killers take over their camp and drive them out. They were taking a stand for their families and their very lives. Rob bowed his head and led them in prayer.

  Brad hiked his way through the forest, following the engine, and came to the spot where it was in range—about a half mile from the camp and just parked there. Only the driver was visible. There was no one else around. He circled the truck, ran to the back, and carefully lifted a corner of the back canopy. It was empty. He cautiously moved forward to the driver’s side and pulled the door open, surprising the bearded driver.

  The man jumped and let his foot off the gas. “Whoa there!”

  “What are you doing? Where are the others?” Brad demanded and aimed his pistol at the driver’s head.

  “It’s just me. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Why are you out here?” Brad shouted.

  “I got lost, OK? Now I’m stuck!”

  Brad held his pistol steady with one hand and pulled out his radio with the other. “Rob. We got a situation here.”