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NUCLEAR WINTER

Time: In the near future

Place: Anywhere on earth

IT WOULD BE COOL IF ANY WRITERS WOULD LIKE TO CONTINUE THIS STORY WITH A FEW PARAGRAPHS AND SEE WHERE IT TAKES US

 

I was on my hands and knees with my head in the oven cleaning it when the entire house shook. How could it be possible that we would have an earthquake. There has never been one in this part of the country. Books off the shelves, pictures down off the wall. The whole thing. By the time I came to my senses and found my keys for the car it had been ten minutes. As I got in my car in the driveway rushing to get my children from school and in my arms, my husband pulled up in our pick up truck. He said to me, "Go get the girls and meet me at the prison. No questions now. Hurry." I could tell by the size of the whites in his eyes and the look of terror on his face that something horrible was happening so I hollered to him that I loved him and headed to school. Hours later I was to find out that he ran into the house and emptied every cabinet of anything eatable and threw it in the back of the truck, He then gathered all of our clothes, drawers and all, a few toys for the kids, a few hand tools, and a few other odds and ends. The last thing he grabbed were his hunting rifles and all of the ammunition and the two hand guns that he sometimes used at his job as a guard at the penitentiary where he worked. Then he left, taking nothing from the safe, no jewelry, no money and ran back to the pick up leaving the door for the house and the garage door wide open as he left and headed for the prison.

After driving to the school in absolute mayhem I finally found the girls and immediately headed for the Idaho State Penitentiary to meet my husband. A few times the roads were so crazy with people that I had to drive over a few lawns and sidewalks. All this time, the car radio wouldn't work and I still had no idea what was going on.

I arrived at the prison and my husband was at the entry gate waiting for us. I knew

something terrible had happened. The prison gate was open and there wasn't a single

person in sight except him. He motioned for me to follow him in his pick up onto the main

yard of the prison. He parked abruptly and ran back and closed and locked the prison gates.

He came to the window of my car, kissed me quickly and said follow him. We drove to the

other side of the prison and parked right next to what I knew to be the prison store house.

"You and the kids take everything from the pick up and put it all in the store house. Then close the doors and windows and begin sealing them however you can. I'll be right back"

A few minutes later he returned to the store room with a large sack full of something. He dropped the bag on the floor and double locked the door.

We just stood there staring at each other for a moment and then he asked the children and

I to sit down and he would explain the bits and pieces that he knew.

The earthquake I felt at home was a nuclear bomb detonated a few states away. As it turned out, one of the twelve nuclear capable countries had mistakenly sent off a nuclear warhead and seven other countries responded immediately with their own attack. On this day the sky was raining nuclear bombs. No one knew how many. It had finally happened. Everyone's worst nightmare had come true.

The Governor of our state ordered the Civil Defense Department to open the gate to the

prison and allow all of the inmates to try to make their way to their families. Of course all

of the guards and the administration had left immediately as well. That explained why

the entire prison was deserted. Not a soul or sound anywhere. Although I never expected

to break 'in' to a prison, my husband's idea was brilliant. We are isolated from society

until we can find out some real information. The store house held many cases of cans of food and some other items we could definitely use, such as a short wave radio and a pedal, bicycle style generator. As long as we can avoid the radioactive fallout, we could last a good amount of time. Our chances were pretty good to last a year if luck was on our side.

Looking out the window we could see the thick black fallout clouds filling the sky, making

day into night. This was our real immediate danger. We felt another earthquake bomb

and then another but we couldn't really see anything but the prison walls.

 

It's been six months since we've left, or even opened the door to the store house. The

fallout dust outside is six inches deep in some places. A few months back my husband

tunneled the twenty feet to the main cell block to look for any supplies that we might be

able to use. He also found the library so we have plenty of books to read.

In the riot and mayhem of the day the bombs fell, some men on Death Row

were overlooked and my husband came across them, still locked in their cells having

died from starvation. Such a horrific sight it was that he can hardly speak of it.

Everything outside has turned colorless, black, white and gray. No sun penetration. Many unbelievably strange sunsets and sunrises. Like I've never seen before. We have been able to contact only a few people on the short wave radio and it sounds like the entire planet

is experiencing the dark drab nuclear winter.

It was only a matter of time before this happened. Only a matter of time

 

Thanks for stopping by,

Story by Jim

 

ANYONE WHO ENJOYS WRITING, AS I DO, IS WELCOME TO CONTINUE THIS STORY IN THEIR COMMENT. IT WOULD BE INTERESTING TO SEE WHAT STORY WE CAN COME UP WITH. IT MIGHT BE PRETTY FUN. RELATE TO THE PHOTO PLEASE.

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Taken on August 24, 2008