The Warriors' Ends- Soldiers of the Apocalypse

by Keith T Jenkins

  Her original MOS had been in PsyOps – Psychological Operations – getting inside people’s heads in confrontational situations. When entering a new area of non-combatants, her skills helped determine if they were enemy or non-combatant, and reading the socio-political lay of a situation. When she first got out, she had taken that skill and become a seller of cars with her Tio, in Laredo, but after about six months of selling three times as well as everyone there, she was bored as a hawk in a box. After seven months, she sold a car to a man who brought it back and offered her a job.

  She had sold him nearly twice as much car as he could afford, with options he later loved, but had never thought about, and the price was just right – twenty-five percent above his payment budget – just $425 per month – and for an extra two years. In three days, he brought a check to pay off the car, and he asked her to lunch. When they got to lunch, he presented her with an opportunity to serve her country, live a dream of travel, develop her skills – yada yada – and he gave her an airline ticket to Washington DC, with her name on it. In the sale process of his car, she had only revealed to him her first name, but the ticket had first, middle, and last. It is an open ticket, meaning she can use it any time the seat is available, and it has a special code telling the clerk at the counter that if a seat is not available, it soon will be. He was a spook.

  In the service, she had qualified “expert” with rifle, pistol, carbine, grenade, and machine gun. There was no qualification for it, but she also became expert in the use of a LAW rocket and most NATO-used RPG’s. The Company honed those skills, and many more, making her extra deadly in a hurry. They also taught her the improvised use of explosives and chemicals, for destructive purposes or simply for poisoning. She could pull a gun and hit a target, regardless of the weapon used. They also improved her physical combat skills as far as they could. She always kept her code of Duty, Honor, Country above all else, and when the banana wagon head masters tried to bend that to meet the needs of a spy, she allowed them to think that they had achieved their goals, while retaining her iron will, and her dedication to primary principles above all else. Like Mark – that is Sergeant Schwarz – she has an intense sense of right and wrong that overshadows everything else. A true sense of justice is a powerful and sometimes dangerous thing.

  Carlos and Sylvia have bonded in such a way as to be the latest reimagining of a family, so, before the group disbands, they call everyone together for a ceremony of some sort, just to pronounce their commitment to each other, each as the one-and-only of the other. It is the closest thing they can imagine to a wedding. They become Carlos and Sylvia Hermosillo.

  Just as an informational aside; the number of weddings per year is way down, what with the world going to hell in a handbasket. But, the percentage of those that last, is well up into the nineties.

  In the Meantime

  Behold, I saw a horse, pale greenish gray. The name of the one riding on it was Death, and Sheol was following with him. Authority was given to them over a fourth of the earth, to kill by sword and by famine and by plague and by the wild beasts of the earth.[23]

  E-Day Minus 6.7 Years

  The things that are wrong with the world seems to be growing exponentially in number, as well as in significance. From the day of the First Disappearance, the world has gone to hell with no handbag, and it has shown signs of sporadic resurgence to status quo, but few remember what that actually looks like anymore. Cable TV has returned, but a 20th Century viewer would never take such reduction of quality and selection. Cell phones are back, but only for those on the “inside.” Much of the world has become a matter of us and them. It started with money, or the lack of it.

  For some, the fact that international banking houses could not move cash was of little consequence, until it meant that someone’s car or home loan couldn’t be approved, because their bank has its headquarters in Germany – read also as Bavaria. The Suisse and Chinese, as well as the Cayman Islands, had backed up trillions of American dollars. None of that money could move because of a change in the communication allowances as soon as a state of emergency existed around the globe.

  As the lights began coming on in the world of functioning governments, so did the banking systems, if only to manage and manipulate the fraudulent funding of it all. Every national economy would eventually fall in step with the use of Units instead of the local currency. People could exchange their currency for Units at first, but later, only Units were the only currency, by law, enforced by the force of government. To get to that point would take nearly three years.

  The stock markets soon closed, although, whatever physical products were represented by those all-important chips and chits on the trading floor, continued to be traded, but just locally. Soon, they trade those items for other solid objects, instead of promises, such as money. In a few weeks, in most first world countries, money is almost meaningless. Inflation rates hit the third digit in the eleventh week, because of the demand for cash, but that demand made it useless because prices were too high. This had happened in Germany in the 1920’s, but not quite as fast.

  In what had come to be know as the Weimar Republic, the government printed too much money, and these were funds for which there was no corresponding labor or product, and it spiraled into virtual uselessness. There developed a practice across the country called “Running from Money.” Whenever someone would get paid, they would take all the money they had and pay all the bills, the rent or mortgage, stock up on whatever groceries they could get, and when done, whatever money was left over, they would use it to buy something – anything. The principle was simple and easy to apply. Whatever cash someone had left over would be worth far less next week, or next month, but if they could buy a chair, then next month, it would still be worth a chair. If they bought shoes or cookware, at the end of the next week, month, or year, they would still have some value, even if used.

  The greatest contributor to this “Weimar” failing was the fact that they printed far more money than their economy needed, even more than it was worth. They printed money to pay their governmental bills and national debts, only to find that the sum of their money became the sum of their GDP. In other words, because their monetization had tripled, and then some, the worth of everything in their economy became worth everything in their extant cash. What had been worth a billion Deutsche Marks now became worth three plus billion. The problem is that the actual worth of the products, in the world, had not increased at all, rather the value of their money had decreased so profoundly. This helped to partially provide made political room for Adolph Hitler and his thugs to come to power.

  Interestingly, between 2010 and 2016 the United States, a country that had grown to have about $650,000,000,000 in cash in their national economy, printed over $3,000,000,000,000 – that’s Three Trillion dollars in cash, ballooning their cash reserves. Were they trying to repeat history?

  Well, between the overprinting of money, the over monetizing of debts on the world stage, the virtual demise of the stock markets of the world, and the high-speed transition to bartering, for most people, the closest thing to currency was ammunition. Governments began to take over the ammo factories as quickly and quietly as they could; but word got out.

  In some early cases, there were a half dozen agents who walked into a factory, flashed a badge or two, handed over a writ of seizure, and the owners, managers, or operations officers of the factory were quite accommodating. In others there had to be some strong-arming of the people to get it done. In some cases, it simply could not be done.

  There were two factories, one in central Pennsylvania, one in east Texas, which went up in smoke, detonated by their masters to keep the government from taking possession of hundreds of millions of rounds of ammo, to use to control their populations. There may have been other situations outside the US, but no one heard about it.

  Communication systems, Cable TV, and broadcast operations went soon; falling victim to the federal craving for control, and control of the
media is control of the people, for the most part. Most people look at the news and they both believe it and disbelieve it.

  There was a man named John; a man of profound wisdom (he says sarcastically), who would readily and frequently tell anyone that we never went to the moon. “It was all done in the deserts of Arizona, filmed with camera tricks.” One night, while trying to adjust the rabbit ears on the TV, he was heard to say, “We just can’t get a decent picture since those damned moon shots.”

  Most people are the same way. They disagree with everything being said, but then they cite it in conversations with friends, and by the time they get to the water cooler, even the words of MSNBC are validated as true, though in truth . . .

  At first, they took over the whole operation at each of the channels and networks, one at a time. Then they started stripping down the manpower used at each of the studio operations, ‘til every major city had only one studio hub, broadcasting out of all the transmitters in town. All of the left leaning rags of news morphed together into Federated News Source.

  All of the right leaning outlets disappeared in the fuss. Many of the managers of those outlets had seen the writing on the wall, knew that the government was coming, gave their employees all the money they could – hoping it would be worth something someday – and let them take whatever they wanted of the equipment available. The camera operators and tech people got first dibs on the video tech, while lamps and computers went to everyone who could carry it. The IT departments handed out hundreds of copies of the latest versions of Windows, Linux, and the Mac OS, for installation on all those computers, fresh. Then, as a final act of defiance, they acquired hundreds of thousands of pounds of thermite, took it to the bottom of their buildings, and lit them up. As soon as the judges approved the government warrants the fireworks began. Once they knew the feds were coming, they burned the basements out of their buildings, dropping them to the ground, collapsing them in on themselves. The videos of the falls were magnificent.

  Once the news agencies were 100% federal in message and purpose, the resistance became a pocketed and irritating part of life. A great deal of the equipment used had been that of the media outlets which had refused federalization. The TV and radio people just took their hardware home, found a little rental of some sort, filled a basement, or got one of those climate controlled storage garages. They would wire an antenna somewhere, or just jack into the internet, and the new media was born.

  Those who would open a direct port to the internet often did so while on the run. They had to devise equipment that could be mobile enough to be on the move, usually in a constant manner, while being able to wirelessly connect, and at the same time, creating encrypted Domain Name Servers, so that people could get a connection and find them on the UberWeb. It is the replacement for the Internet, though much of it was leftovers. Still, with the overlords in place, constantly seeking out those who would tell a different story, often just killing violators outright, it was a dangerous prospect, and few were willing to take up the challenge.

  Most of the new News people buried their information sites inside of sites designed to promote Rock and Roll bands. The bands had been stellar some years back, though such things are not allowed now a days. The websites seem to be memorial sites, paying homage to these scatterbrained bands with terribly bombastic names, like:

  Splatter, Shatter, Scatter, and Splot!

  Hostile DMZ

  Unpüblished Ĥits of Nirvańa

  Plywood Schizophrenia

  Incontinent Unicorn

  Pragmatic Indecision

  Spongy Monkey

  These are the seven greatest news agencies on the planet, all living and driving in the old USA, sometimes on a broken connection, losing contact from time to time, but the most reliable voices of truth in the world. Consequently, they are also the most wanted agencies in the world – dead or alive.

  There are similar operations in other countries, or roving around other countries. In what used to be Germany the most powerful news voice is a mobile gang, switching signal ops from unit to unit, in seven trucks, buses, and vans. They call themselves, Der Shite Helm. In Australia, the big dogs are Skippy’s Children. In Austria, it is Nacht Muzic. In Italy, in two old VW vans, there is a news organization called, Camicie marroni succhiare! Which means, “Brown Shirts Suck!” You get the point.

  The Islamist and the Nationalists don’t much care how they get them, and sometimes if they get someone else, that doesn’t matter to them either. The enemy just wants the satisfaction of, at least occasionally, killing someone they hate. But isn’t that the way of all tyrants? Don’t they all just want control? And that which they cannot control, they feel compelled to kill. Such is the soul of Islam.

  Air traffic dwindled down to almost nothing after the first few months following the First Great Disappearance, and stayed pretty gone for a couple of years. After the Second Great Disappearance, it began to come back, but not on a scale such as before. All private craft that the governments could find became property of those governments, and pretty soon, all of the airlines were nationalized; seized as property of the mullahs and their subjects. This was as the fuel supplies were being restored.

  Now days, whenever someone in the middle of what used to be the US sees a streak flying across the sky, it is rare and high, and they begin to look up, preparing for something terrible to happen. All too often, the airports don’t allow the emptying of the wastewater on the planes, so they dump their dark-water tanks over the empty lands. That’s what they have been taught to call that space of now untamed territory, where their brand of civilization is unwelcome. Sometimes it happens over a forest, and sometimes over what used to be an Interstate Highway, but a thousand gallons of toilet water can fall from the sky with nary a warning. Sploosh! Another gift from the mullahs. On a good day, it lands on a farmer’s fields, when the crops are quite young and no fruit of veggies are on the stalk or vine.

  The US Marines had long predicted a zombie apocalypse, but that was the cultural term, not the reasoning. In their predictions, the near constant use of strong antibacterials – hand sanitizers mostly – promoted the adaptation of super viruses, which had immeasurable effect of propagation of disease morphing power in many parts of the civilized world where these sanitizers were so common. The effects included mindlessness, as in the inability to reason, personal social dysmorphia, causing the victim to view the world’s social constructs as totally unnecessary – such as bathing. A leprosy-like numbness of the dermis resulting in damage from reflexive scratching, impacting on the surroundings, or just unclean clothing. Another effect was the overwhelming submission to one’s cravings and desires – the inability to filter wants and needs with compassion, integrity, or even guilt.

  Coupling this with the global – or near global – control of supplies, and the result is men, women, and children in a state of wanton demand for whatever it is they want – be it food, toys, properties, or sex. It took a while to realize that the problem was infectious, and even longer to arrive at a solution to the problem – Termination. The science proved beyond any doubt that these people who had turned were irretrievable, and the calculated nature of Islam made it possible for the solution to be exercised. The fatwahs were written, the federal orders were given, and the bodies of the infected were burned. After all, zombies don’t become Muslim or Democrats, even if Muslim become zombies.

  This is the extent to which the world has devolved, ruled by hate, control, demand, murder, and fear, all by a religion of peace. Are we getting it yet?

  In the Last Months

  And they cried out with a loud voice, saying, “O Sovereign Master, holy and true, how long before You judge those who dwell on the earth and avenge our blood?”[24]

  E-Day Minus 2 Months

  There have been terrible advances in civilization in the past years, and some of that civilization has expanded into what had been the US. Sometimes you look around and it almost appears as though the world is coming t
ogether, but if you watch carefully enough, you will notice that it is coming under subjugation. No, there is nothing that looks like the America that Mark once served, even with the occasional appearance of a new or old convenience arising, it really is not the same.

  “This coach has taken a beating, and though some of the systems are self-repairing, and though the tires are ‘increvable,’ that doesn’t mean they will last forever. It just means that the punctures they sustain don’t matter so much,” Mark tells the gang. “Look at how each tire is almost bald.”

  The tread is almost as thin as the lines in the palms of their hands. “What can be done? It’s not like we can stop in at Joe’s Tire Shack and throw on a set of Yokohama’s,” says Cheryl.

  “Well,” starts Mark in reply. “There are supplies and service centers all over the country, just in case that President needed to retreat to safety and repair something. His allocated budget was billions, grafted from other, more legitimate budgets. You don’t really think that all of that money actually went to GM and Chrysler, do you?”

  They have no idea what that means, but they want to know about these service centers. “Where do we find them?” asks Reggie.

  “Well, Reg! That’s actually easier than you may think.” Mark opens the door and sits at the control system. He fires up the screen, strokes a few keys, and in a minute has a map of the nation with a dozen or so dots on the screen. “Look, one of the centers is only about fifty miles away.”

  “How did it do that?” asks one of the kids. “The map services have been down for a long time.”

  “The motorcoach doesn’t need a map service anymore. It used to get updates from Garmin, TomTom, Waze, and Google, among others, just updating for the new streets.”