Shake, Shake, Shake - Prolog
Benji set his school backpack on the bed and went over to the computer, just as he
did every weekday after school, except Tuesdays. He went to Scouts before he came home on Tuesdays.
He was allotted
a half hour right after he got home to check his e-mail, and then it was time for chores and homework until supper time. Some
times the chore for the evening was fixing supper for his family. He didn’t have chores on Tuesdays as he got home just
in time for supper himself.
There was no e-mail, so Benji went downstairs and began his chores. He’d finished
his regular Wednesday chores and told his mother he was going back upstairs to do his homework. He didn’t have much
and was a good student, anyway, so it usually went well. He had the homework done and was on the computer again when his mother
called him down for supper.
As usual, the talk at the dinner table was about how everyone’s day went. Also as
usual, things went well. The Harrisons were, after all, a rather typical small town, well-to-do family of four.
Harrison was the owner of the preeminent independent insurance agency in town. Sally Harrison owned and operated a successful
antique and curio shop.
Benji’s thirteen year old sister Sheri was an aspiring professional athlete. She was
good, or better, in every sport the school and community would let her participate in. Though she was good at both, her mother’s
insistence on Sheri taking dancing and music classes was the bane of her existence.
Benji was into Scouting activities.
Particularly the outdoor activities like camping and hiking. But Benji found himself attracted to matters of finance when
he went for his entrepreneurship merit badge. His mother and father were eager to assist Benji in his quest for more knowledge
about business and finance.
Sheri was content to let her mother and father handle her long range financial planning.
She was happy with the allowance she got for her share of the chores around the house. Benji, on the other hand, when he wasn’t
otherwise occupied, was looking for, and doing, any and all odd jobs around the neighborhood he could get for his entrepreneurship
badge lawn care business.
Jack and Sally, after long thought, agreed to help Benji set up a bank checking account of
his own, complete with check card. They even direct deposited his weekly allowance. After he had proven his sense of responsibility,
other than quarterly accounting sessions, they let Benji handle his own money. He set up a savings account on his own. The
profit he got from the lawn care business went directly into the saving account.
Now, just turned fifteen, Benji started
working toward the requirements of another merit badge. This one Emergency Preparedness. The thought came when he watched
a Weather Channel special on the possible outcomes of a major earthquake along the New Madrid Seismic Zone. Benji and his
family lived almost right on the major fault line.
It took a while to earn the badge. By the time he was ready to sew
it to his sash, Benji was hooked. While doing research on the internet for the various types of natural disasters in the area,
Benji ran across some sites about preparing for more than the common natural disasters. He slowly drifted into becoming a
It started with the earthquake preparedness. The Harrison home was an older home, well built for its
time. Jack and Sally renovated it after they bought it, primarily to increase its energy efficiency. They were somewhat into
green, before green became cool. But that was before the more stringent earthquake resistant building code became effective.
Benji’s input, Jack brought in contractors to increase the earthquake resistance as much as was feasible, considering
the age of the house. The hot water heater, cabinets, and appliances were strapped down so they wouldn’t move in the
event of a bad quake.
An automatic natural gas shutoff valve was installed to cut off the gas in the event of an earthquake.
Tools to cut off the gas and water manually were purchased and all the family took Benji’s training class to learn how
to cut off the utilities, including the electricity.
The whole family took CPR and first-aid courses and put together
a comprehensive first-aid and trauma kit for the house, as well as kits for each of the vehicles the family had.
didn’t stop at earthquake preparedness. The house had smoke detectors, but Benji asked for CO2 detectors, escape ladders
for the second floor bedrooms, and a fire evacuation plan, which everyone practiced from time to time.
Due to watching
the Weather Channel fairly religiously, Benji learned about the dangers of tornados in the area. Two National Weather Service
emergency notification radios were purchased and placed in the house. One in the kitchen and one in Benji’s room.
water table was too high in the area for a basement, though a tornado shelter was feasible. As an alternative, since Jack
and Sally balked at installing one on the small lot on which the house set, Benji surveyed the neighborhood and found suitable
shelter space in case of tornados, and made the arrangements himself to use the space for his family.
In the back of
his mind, as a developing prepper, Benji noted the suitability of each of the places as a potential fallout shelter.
with the fire drills and earthquake drills, tornado drills were practiced. Benji started the next phase of the plan he was
developing. Bug-out bags for everyone and each of the vehicles, though he didn’t call them that.
were evacuation supplies. It was a slow process, as Benji was beginning to run into some resistance to his emergency preparedness
activities for the family. It wasn’t that the family couldn’t afford the things Benji was suggesting. With sudden
realization, Benji understood what the term ‘sheeple’ that he’d seen on some of the websites he now visited
His family wasn’t totally ‘sheeple’. They had gone along with the natural disaster
preparedness, up to a point, even to his mother double buying some of the foods Benji suggested, to get to the point where
they had a two week supply of food and important consumables in the house.
Water was a different story. Though they
kept a case or two of bottled water in the house for daily use, Benji wanted more. He took it upon himself to buy some storage
containers, fill them, and store them in his shed in the back yard where he kept his lawn care tools. He did the same thing
with gasoline, storing forty gallons in eight five-gallon safety cans. It strained his budget that month, but he did it, working
in a few extra lawns mowed, and doing without a few things.
Benji decided that his family wasn’t really made
up of ‘sheeple’ when there was little discussion and no opposition to Benji going for the rifle shooting and the
shotgun shooting merit badges. When he had completed the requirements for the badges they allowed Benji to buy both a .22
rifle and a 20 gauge shotgun, even contributing half the necessary funds as his sixteenth birthday present. Of course, Jack
had to buy them in his name and then give them to Benji, to comply with the firearms laws.
On his own, using his check
card on the internet, Benji got a few accessories for each of the long guns. Namely several high capacity magazines and a
rear peep sight for the Ruger 10/22, and an extra barrel for the Remington which he sent off to have a Poly-Choke installed.
He also added a rear ghost ring peep sight to the shotgun and a magazine extension tube. Benji added ammunition to his regular
monthly budget preparedness items.
After a couple of hints for a handgun, that were casually rejected, Benji decided
to leave a handgun off the list of things to get until he was of legal age.
July 3 was Sheri’s date of birth.
The family was out celebrating her fourteenth at Sheri’s favorite restaurant. Just as their entrees were being served,
the building began to shake. “Earthquake!” Benji whispered.
Shake, Shake, Shake – Chapter
“Down!” Benji yelled, sliding to the floor, going into a fetal position, hands protecting his head. Father,
Mother, and sister all did the same, Benji’s earthquake training coming back to them.
It was well they did, for
their server lost her balance and the tray of plates and food crashed down onto the table, sending hot food everywhere. She
fell to her knees beside the table as non-structural decorating elements fell from the walls and ceiling of the restaurant.
Benji had started counting when the shake began. He was up to twenty-eight seconds before the earth steadied.
everyone! Out,” Benji cried and helped Sheri and the server to their feet. Everyone seemed to be making for the main
doors, but Benji guided his family and the server toward the emergency exit he’d made sure to note upon entering the
The ground began shaking again, throwing everyone in the group to the ground shortly after they cleared
the building. Despite the shaking, and the count in his head, Benji watched the restaurant building slowly collapse. Over
the roaring sound in his ears, Benji heard screams coming from inside.
“Dad! Dad!” Benji said, as his father
climbed to his feet.
“Stay here,” Jack said as he headed for the building. His family totally ignored him
and followed as soon as they regained their feet moments after the second temblor stopped. By Benji’s count the second
shake had lasted only thirteen seconds, but felt heavier. Car alarms were going off all over the place.
Sheri,” Benji said, putting his hand on her arm. “Get the keys from Mom, and get the first-aid kit from the car.
The gloves, too.”
Sheri nodded, despite the scared look on her face, and ran to her mother. Benji saw his mother
give the keys to Sheri and then turn to follow Jack. Benji was right behind. Jack had centered on cries for help right at
the front entrance of the restaurant. He began pulling debris free to hand to Sally so she could throw them out of the way.
was looking for heavier pieces of the debris that he could use to prop up the area Jack was clearing. Jack smiled at his son
when he placed the first support piece that allowed Jack to go deeper.
Sheri was back and handed out work gloves to
all three of them and then moved back. She saw the server sitting on the ground, clutching one arm to her side and ran over.
She opened the big fishing tackle box that was the first-aid kit for Sally’s car and began to follow the training she
taken at Benji’s urging. It had been something of a nuisance, cutting into her training time, but she was suddenly glad
Benji had cajoled her into taking it.
Benji and Sally were half carrying the first person Jack had reached in the debris
pile toward Sheri. Sheri took the time to run back to the car and retrieve the wool blankets and one six-pack of bottled water,
before working with Sally on the second victim. Benji ran back to help his father.
Beside the car alarms, there were
now sirens sounding all over. But none of the emergency services stopped at the restaurant. Benji couldn’t tell where
they were, but suspected the roads were blocked. He and his family were on their own.
Jack had dug his way well into
the restaurant and removed three more people, helping Benji get them to Sheri and Sally, before he went back inside, with
Benji, to get the next. Jack was walking around the restaurant, calling out for any other survivors inside to yell out so
he could locate them when the ground began shaking for the third time.
There were more screams, and they lasted for
a long time. Longer than the seventy-eight seconds of the third quake. The entrance that Jack had created slammed closed,
despite the bracing Benji had put into place.
This time, despite the longer shake time, most were able to keep on their
feet. Jack began to go around the collapsed building again, crying out for survivors to answer him. But no one did. Benji
saw the lick of flame where the kitchen had been and grabbed his father’s arm.
“The gas, Dad! The gas!”
he tugged, and his father followed him away from the building. They turned around when they got to Sheri and Sally. The flames
from the candles on the tables had started a fire in the debris, and it finally set off the natural gas from the broken gas
line where it entered the building. The explosion was small, as such things go, but the debris caught fire and began to burn
at an increasing rate.
Jack’s face fell and went white when he heard a scream from the building, which was suddenly
cut off. “Oh, Lord,” he whispered, and knelt beside Sally, tugging Sheri and Benji to him, trying to cover their
ears with his hands.
“You did everything you could,” Sally said gently. “You both did,” she
added, bringing Benji into her own hug.
They all looked up when a woman came running up to them. “Help! Help!
We need help over here!”
Jack and Benji scrambled to their feet and ran after her when she turned around, pointed,
and then took off in the direction she’d pointed toward. Sheri and Sally checked on the people they’d treated,
to make sure they were stable and would be okay where they were for the moment, and then gathered up the first-aid case to
follow Jack and Benji.
Sheri took a side trip to get another six-pack of water from the car before joining her mother
at a cluster of people that apparently had come out of the business just down the street from the restaurant. It was heavily
damaged, but it was possible to enter. Jack had stopped at the entrance and put his hands on Benji’s shoulders. “It’s
too dangerous, Benji. You saw what happened at the restaurant. Stay here and help outside.”
“Only if you
do, Dad,” Benji said solemnly. “I want to help and there are people that need help.”
Benji in a head. “I love you, son. Be careful.” He led the way into the building as a couple more people staggered
out on their own. It was beginning to get dark when Jack and Benji decided there were no more people in the business building
and made their exit. Benji headed for the car to get crank-up flashlights from the back of Sally’s car.
was with Sheri and Sally, standing among twenty or thirty people. People that Sheri and Sally had done the best they could
to help with the supplies they had. Which were now non-existent. About all they had left was a birthing kit, which the all
fervently hoped they wouldn’t need.
There was some light from the fires burning, but not much. The family went
around to check on each of the people nearby by flashlight. They’d done all they could and sat down together on some
of the landscaping timbers around one of the buildings. Benji checked his watch. It was after 10:00pm. When he looked up he
saw two firemen walking toward them, with powerful handheld searchlights.
Jack went over to them and began to explain
what he and the family had been doing, along with many other people that had helped. “We’re going to go see about
The firemen nodded. One of them said, “Good luck. The roads are blocked all over.”
Harrison family gathered at Sally’s car. “What do you think?” Benji asked. “Try to drive, or walk?”
Jack asked, “What do you think? You’re something of an expert on this. More so than I. I’d like your input.”
Benji said slowly, thinking as he spoke. “We know the car should be okay where it is until they start clearing the roads.
We have the trunk bag. I’d like to eat something and rest for a few minutes, then head for home on foot.”
all looked at each other, and then all nodded in agreement. Benji pulled the car BOB to him and began to hand out Millennium
food bars and bottles of water from the last six-pack in the back of the Subaru. They sat in the car, the doors all open,
as they ate.
Finally, the trash carefully gathered up and put away, Jack shouldered the backpack as Sally locked up
the car. The four began walking the mile and a half to their home, using the flashlights so they could see were to step. There
was debris everywhere.
Almost immediately they ran into blockage on the street that they wouldn’t have been able
to get around in the car. “Good call, son,” Jack told Benji.
It took two hours to traverse the mile and
a half. But finally they reached their street. Their hearts sank as the turned the corner. The houses all along their street
were in serious shape. Some were completely demolished, others were standing, but barely. People were all over the place,
mostly trying to get some sleep out on the ground in front of their homes.
The Harrison house was damaged as well,
but in the lighter end of the scale. It still stood, but was leaning somewhat alarmingly. The front door wouldn’t open.
They went around to the back. The patio door was smashed and they were able to get in. When they saw water on the floor of
the kitchen, Benji hurried out and turned off the water supply for the house. Jack got to the electrical panel and killed
the electricity. Not sure if the automatic shutoff had worked, Benji turned the gas off manually.
After a short discussion
it was decided to set up the camp gear in the front yard. Since they couldn’t open the garage door either, everything
was hurriedly carried through the house, out of the patio door, and onto the front yard. The chemical toilet was left just
inside the door, to give some privacy.
Benji thought about suggesting they move the food in the pantry out, but everyone
was tired. Hopefully there would be time after it got light to do more. For the moment, everyone wanted to just get to bed
and get some sleep. Benji filled one of the ice chests with all the ice from the freezer and put in all the food from the
fridge he could get in it.
Seeing his mother’s and father’s need to have him close and safe, Benji didn’t
use his solo camping kit. Rather he stayed in the family dome tent with Jack, Sally, and Sheri, though he used his own sleeping
After very tired good nights all around, everyone fell to sleep. The others, like Benji, slept restlessly. Once,
a little after five in the morning, according to Benji’s watch, the ground shook again. But it was only a short temblor
and not too powerful. It woke everyone and a few words were exchanged, but everyone went back to sleep.
up to the smell of coffee. A little surprised, but very proud, Benji crawled out of the sleeping bag and left the tent where
Jack and Sheri were still sleeping. He found his mother crouched over the Coleman two-burner propane stove, tending a coffee
It was well after dawn and Benji took a good look around the neighborhood. The look verified what he’d
seen in the dark the night before. Significant damage to all the houses, with some much worse than others.
to set up the privacy tent for the chemical toilet and move the toilet to it so his mother could go to the bathroom in much
more privacy than when it was in the open in the family room.
Benji followed suit. His mother gave him a cup of coffee
when he came out and asked him to carefully go inside and get some bread. Jack and Sheri were stirring and came out of the
tent one after the other. Both used the facilities and Sally gave Jack a cup of coffee. She handed Sheri a bottle of water,
since Sheri severely limited her caffeine intake.
Benji wound up the flashlight that had an AM/FM radio built in and
tried the local news station. Sure enough, it was broadcasting. The news was all about the quake. Sally listened with the
others as she started to put together a hot breakfast.
The area of destruction was broad, but not what Benji would
attribute to ‘The Big One’. It was certainly serious, but it could be incredibly worse, he knew. Out of the corner
of his eyes, Benji noted several of the neighbors approaching. “Dad,” he said softly.
Jack turned around
and began to great the people as they came up. Benji noted that some of them looked enviously at Sally’s breakfast preparations.
like you made out okay,” said Bill Bascombe. Benji didn’t really care for him. It was always a hassle to get him
to pay for Benji’s lawn work.
“Considering,” Jack replied. Benji noted the tightness in his father’s
jaws as he talked to Bill. His dad didn’t like him much, either, apparently.
“Kitchen is kinda of trashed
at my place. Reckon you could share a little with those that don’t have it as good as you?”
and looked at Sally. She gave an almost imperceptible nod. “If you want to get what you can from your house, we’d
be glad to help prepare it,” Jack said, looking back at Bill.
Bill frowned. Benji didn’t like the look
in his eyes. They suddenly looked mean, rather than just cynical. Jack continued before Bill could speak. “I’d
be glad to help you get some things. It’s not a good idea to go in these houses alone.”
“I told you
ours were a mess. Are you going to share, or not?”
“Easy, Bill,” Jack said. “Of course we’ll
share, if someone can’t contribute. For as long as out little stock of food holds out.” Jack turned to Benji.
“Check the cooler.”
Benji made sure Bill got a look at the small amount of fresh food inside. He hated
the feeling as he did so.
Several other people moved closer to get a look, too. “What are you going to do? That
isn’t enough for all of us,” said another of the neighbors.
Benji was afraid his mother would mention the
two-week supply he’d encouraged her to buy, but she didn’t and Benji breathed a sigh of relief.
the group and said, “If anyone has food that they can contribute, we’ll try to get it cooked up for everyone.”
have some,” said Mrs. Saunders. She was a neighbor from three houses down. “But I would want it fixed just for
Bill turned a grim look on Mrs. Saunders. “Aren’t you willing to share?”
only have a little.” Mrs. Saunders cowered under Bill’s accusatory glare.
“I have some,” said
another neighbor. “Should be enough to feed the street. I’d just bought groceries for the week and they’ll
go bad before I can use it all myself.”
“Let’s go,” Bill said, not quite taking the man by
the arm, though the inclination to do so was there.
People began to disperse, to get what they could, so the Harrison’s
could cook it. It didn’t appear that anyone else on their street was equipped to prepare the food. Or willing. Not everyone
on the street had shown up.
“Next time,” Jack said, watching Bill walk away with the other man, “we
set up in the back yard. I wanted to be out here to keep an eye on things, but… I didn’t realize we had such neighbors.”
I,” Sally said. Sheri, Benji, and Jack all saw the tears in her eyes. “I… I… don’t think anyone
should say anything about the other food in the house,” she said quietly. “I mean, I wouldn’t turn away
a child, or a pregnant woman. But we can’t feed the world, can we?”
Firmly, Jack said, “No. Benji.
Do you think it’s safe to get your rifle and shotgun from your room?”
“Oh, Jack!” Sally said,
worried eyes going to her husband. “Are you sure?”
“We’ll keep them out of sight. But I want
them where I can get to them. Benji, go get them.”
When Benji returned a few minutes later, the cased long arms
in their cases, he unobtrusively put them in the tent and uncased them. He loaded both and set more ammunition handy.
soon as he came out of the tent he saw his father hurry around to the back of the house. He was back, having taken just enough
time, Benji thought, to get to his and Sally’s bedroom and back. He wondered about it for a moment, but the returning
people drew his attention.
“What’s that?” one of the children asked, pointing at the privacy shelter.
“A privacy shelter for the chemical toilet,” said Sheri.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” the
little girl said, tugging on her mother’s arm.
“Do you mind?” the woman asked. “We had to go
in the back yard last night and this morning. Gwen had a hard time.”
“Sheri,” Sally said, “Show
Mrs. Handsett how the toilet works.” She cut her eyes up to Benji. “You think you can get a couple of rolls of
toilet paper out of the bathrooms?”
Benji nodded and headed off to do so, well aware that his mother was aware
of the several extra multi-packs of toilet tissue he’d talked her into buying that were in the garage.
after ten in the morning before people began trailing away from the Harrison’s place, having been fed and allowed to
go to the bathroom in privacy. Benji had seen his father make sure that Bill saw that the ice chest was empty of any food,
though there was plenty of ice left. Benji took the cooler back inside to the kitchen and moved the rest of the fresh food
from the refrigerator and freezer to the ice chest. He took it outside, but left it out of sight.
They took turns taking
naps, with two people up and alert, listening to the radio while the other two slept. There was talk of a rescue operation
on the radio, but they saw nothing of it. They each took some time to go inside the house and begin moving important personal
things out. Benji had told Jack he thought the house would be condemned and they wouldn’t be allowed in once the authorities
Jack discussed it with Sally, and then told Benji and Sheri to gather up the most important things to them
and bring them outside. Jack and then Sally did the same thing in turn. They took another turn each, as more items came to
mind. All took the time to pack a large suitcase and bring down their BOBs. Everything went into the back of Jack’s
SUV, a dark grey Ford Excursion.
After talking it over with his parents, Benji set about moving all the stored food
and other items useful for the situation just outside on the patio. He had one of the tarps he used for camping out and covered
Jack, Sally, and Sheri seemed surprised when people started drifting back to their house a little
after noontime had passed. Benji wasn’t. Several people brought food to be prepared on the Harrison’s camp stove.
Jack had to intervene several times when people that hadn’t brought anything objected to not getting some of the food
that other people brought.
Benji saw the anger and tenseness in his father when Bill came up with a package of hamburger
meat and the request to have hamburgers made and cooked for him, and him alone. It was a pound of meat and would easily have
fed small burgers to five people, but Bill insisted on Sally making three patties, along with getting enough bread to make
three burgers for himself. And complained about not having buns.
No fights developed, but it was close. As everyone
drifted away again Jack and Sally put their heads together for a while. Benji and Sheri listened to the radio. More talk about
some rescue work, but nothing in their area.
Jack headed for the house as Sally came over to join Benji and Sheri.
Both listened carefully as she whispered the plan she and Jack had come up with. Benji was pleased. He wholeheartedly endorsed
Normally, according to most of the information he’d garnered from the internet forums, sticking at
home after this type of event was the wisest choice. But Bill and the other neighbors were making that untenable.
started the Excursion, which was normally kept in the garage, as was Sally’s Subaru. It was sheer coincidence that it
wasn’t. Jack simply hadn’t put the Excursion in the garage the evening before, since he was running a bit late
to join the others for Sheri’s birthday dinner.
After it started she turned it around and backed off the driveway,
keeping it close to the side fence as she backed toward the back yard. When she stopped, Sheri and Benji began to load everything
he taken out of the house and put on the patio. Sally went inside for a few moments and then Jack and Sally came out and began
They took down the small camp in the front yard and loaded it. And then added all the camping gear from the
garage shelves, and everything else any of them thought might be useful. Benji brought the water from his shed, and then the
gas, much to the rest of the family’s surprise. The water went inside the Excursion and the gasoline on a hitch platform.
The rear of the Excursion was full, as was the roof rack.
When Jack pulled the Excursion forward, with everyone belted
in, Bill was walking toward the house. He yelled and began to run toward them as Jack powered away down the street.
off their street, they saw the occasional tent set up in a yard, much as they had done, and all four wondered if they were
having the same problems they’d had with neighbors.
Jack had to do some skillful driving to get around downed
power poles once he got out of the residential development. And then there was quite a bit of weaving to avoid debris from
a couple of larger buildings that had collapsed partially onto the street. From the reports on the radio, roads were buckled
and nearly impassible, even in areas where there was no debris.
There were a few other vehicles moving, and the authorities
were out in force. Jack was stopped a couple of times by Police, who cautioned him to be careful, but didn’t stop him
from continuing. There were other people that came out into the street to stop them. Most just wanted to know where they were
going and if they could get a ride.
Jack had an easy time saying no, since the Excursion was loaded to the gills. Jack
and the others, even Benji to a point, was surprised that so many people appeared angry, in addition to the standard, expected,
reactions to the disaster, including grief and fear.
They managed to get out of town without incident, though it was
slow going. As they traveled north Jack often had to put the Excursion in four-wheel-drive to get around uplifted or sunken
areas of pavement that resulted in obstacles too high or too low for the SUV to cross.
When the approached the first
bridge north of town Benji suggested they stop and inspect the bridge before they tried to cross it. It was obvious that they
needed to stop when they got closer. One end of the bridge was down in the water.
“What about the Stevens?”
Sheri suddenly said. They’ve got that pecan orchard. That wouldn’t be too bad to camp in.”
a good idea,” Jack said. “They are one of my customers. Let’s go see.”
Jack turned the Excursion
around and headed south. He turned into the first dirt road to the west. About a mile in they came to the Stevens’ pecan
orchard. Just before they turned into the driveway, Sally pointed out toward the farm field south of the road.
a sand blow,” Benji said. “I’ve read about them. Pressure from the ground waves force sand up and out. That’s
why a lot of the fields around here have spots where things don’t grow as well as the rest of the field. Old sand blows.
The sand just doesn’t have the nutrients that the rest of the topsoil has.”
Jack pulled to a stop on the
gravel driveway. Harley Stevens was already coming out of the house. It didn’t look like it had suffered too much damage,
compared to in town. He walked up to the Excursion as the family got out.
“What’s up, Jack? I’m surprised
to see you out here.”
“Looking for a place to camp for a few days. Things got a little tense in town.”
eyes widened. “Oh, yeah? That’s nuts. Why?”
“A lot of people don’t have food, or can’t
get to it in destroyed houses. Ours wasn’t hit as hard, so we were able to get some food from the kitchen. We set up
camp in the front yard and people saw us eating and wanted the lion’s share of what we had.
Harley looked a little
strange. “Well, gee, Jack… I guess we could let you camp out in the orchard, but we don’t really have much
ourselves. Not until FEMA gets here with the MRE’s and water. Power is off and we can’t get water.”
we have what we need for a few days,” Jack said. He looked over at Sally and when she nodded he turned back and added,
“Could spare a little water, too, if you need it.”
Harley’s eyes lit up then. “You could? Well,
sure you can stay. Just pick a spot out in the orchard.”
Benji had been studying the orchard visible from the
driveway. Some of the trees were standing at odd angles. “I think camping in the open would be better, Dad, Mr. Stevens.
When we get another quake, some of the trees might come down. If we’re camped among them…”
think there will be another one?” Harley asked, now looking worried.
Benji nodded and Jack said, “Benji
has studied up on this. He knows what he’s talking about.”
“Well, I’ve got that section we
just prepped prior to setting out saplings. You could use it.” Harley walked toward the gate in the fence that separated
the house lot and the orchard proper and opened it. “You do have to drive by this section to get to it. Is that okay?”
and the rest of the family had reentered the SUV. Jack looked at Benji and Benji nodded. “No problem. As long as we
don’t get one as we go by.” Everyone laughed. A little.
Harley followed along as Jack drove down the end
of the orchard until he came to the section that had been prepared for the new trees. As soon as he stopped everyone got out
and Benji began unload the camping gear.
“I really want to thank you for letting us…” Jack’s
words faded away as the ground began to shake.
It was much harder than any of the previous temblors. No one was able
to stand on their feet, and with the crops barely out of the ground, they could see the wave motion of the earth moving to
the north of them. Sheri let out a small scream when what Benji had explained just minutes earlier happened in the field just
north of them. A huge sand blow had started. With thundering noise a column of watery sand fully ten feet in diameter shot
into the air thirty or more feet.
It lasted for almost the full time the earthquake did, leaving a mound of sand a
hundred feet in diameter and ten feet high in the center.
“That’s the worst yet,” Benji said, getting
to his feet. The sand blow had startled him and he hadn’t counted the time, but he estimated it at a little over a minute.
house!” Harley cried and turned to run back toward his house. Jack and the others followed suit. The earlier shocks
had created little noticeable damage to the house, but this one compounded the unseen damage that had already been done.
like the Harrison’s house, the Stevens’ house was racked to one side. As they approached it they could hear cracking
wood noises. Harley’s wife Cecile staggered from the shattered front door, dragging the youngest Stevens, Angie, aged
“Bradley! Where’s Bradley?” Harley yelled.
Cecile was coughing from the dust of the building’s
partial collapse. “Still inside,” she managed to say.
“Stay here,” Jack said as he followed
Harley into the house.
Benji went to turn off the valve of the propane tank that supplied the house, and then saw the
old style electrical shut off mounted on the side of the outside wall. He pulled down the switch handle, not knowing if there
was electrical power or not.
Then Benji went right up to the front door, but didn’t go in. Sally and Sheri ran
over to help Cecile and Angie. Both were on their knees, coughing and retching.
“Water,” Sally said and
Sheri moved like she did when she was running track. It was only a minute or so before she was to the Excursion and back,
carrying a six-pack of bottled water.
Sheri helped Angie get a drink as Sally checked Cecile for injuries. She did
the same to Angie when she found nothing major wrong with Cecile. Both drank the water gratefully.
Jack came running
out of the house with Bradley Stevens slung over one shoulder. Harley and Benji were right behind him and helped Jack get
Bradley down on the ground when they made it over to the women.
Bradley was unconscious. “I think his left arm
is broken,” Jack said, kneeling beside the boy.
“I’ll get the first-aid kit,” Benji said, and
took off at a run.
Harley was hovering around, totally clueless as to what to do. “Will he be okay? Is he breathing?
Shouldn’t we call an ambulance?”
“We can try,” Sally said, standing and taking Harley’s
arm to pull him away from the sight of his five year old son. Cecile had moved over to Bradley and was resting his head on
her lap. Angie was sitting on her haunches, rocking and crying as Sheri tried to comfort her.
With her cell phone in
hand, Harley watching intently, Sally tried 911. She got a busy signal. “We’ll keep trying,” she said gently.
“But Jack has good first-aid training. We all do. And we have a good first-aid kit. Here is Benji with it.”
had checked Bradley’s airway, and then his pulse, before doing the rest of the patient survey. It seemed the only serious
injury was the broken arm and it wasn’t a compound fracture. There were some bruises and cuts where the section of wall
that had popped loose fell on him. There was a rising bump on the back of Bradley’s neck.
Bradley began stirring
and Jack quickly put a SAM splint on his arm so he wouldn’t feel as much pain as he would if he was conscious. But Jack
breathed a sigh of relief. He had started to worry about the unconsciousness. He checked Bradley’s eyes with a penlight.
They were even and both pupils constricted when the light hit them.
Pushing Jack’s hand with the light away from
him, Bradley groaned and then began to cry. Jack was able to get him to take a Tylenol with a sip of water, but that was the
end of it. Having done all he could, Jack stepped back and let Bradley’s family console him.
After a few minutes
Jack touched Harley’s shoulder. “Harley,” he said, “We need to get some things out of the house for
you, before another shake. Do you have any camping gear?”
“Trailer,” Harley replied. “We have
a camping trailer. In the old barn.” He pointed to what had been a rather dilapidated structure before the earthquakes.
From the looks of it, only the trailer inside was holding it up.
“Okay. We’ll get it out, but later. Let’s
get everything from inside the house while we can.” Reluctantly Jack let Benji help. Sally and Sheri were forbidden
to go inside. But they did stand just outside the door and take things as they were handed out. Everything was piled out near
where Cecile, Angie, and Bradley sat.
The ground began to shake again and Benji, Jack, and Harley ran out of the house
and away from it. It was the shortest and lightest of the temblors so far, but it was enough to cause the house to slowly,
and noisily, continue its tilt started before, until the west edge of the roof was on the ground, and the east side of the
house was only five feet high. The north and south walls had buckled outward and lay on the ground in dozens of partially
Sally and Sheri went back to the Cecile, Angie, and Bradley. Cecile looked stunned. Angie and Bradley
were still both crying, though quietly. Harley was looking at the ruins of his house in shock.
“Come on, Harley,”
Jack said, touching the man’s arm. “We need to get your trailer out of the barn.
It seemed to shake Harley
out of his shocked trance. “Yeah. Yeah. Let me get my truck.”
Jack and Benji approached the collapsed barn
carefully. It too had racked to one side. They gingerly moved the odd board here and there that had sprung free and threw
them out of the way. Harley was backing his Dodge pickup toward the barn. When he got close he stopped and joined Jack and
Benji. It took the three of them some time to struggle loose part of the wide, swing doors of the barn.
Jack was more
than a bit doubtful about the decision, but Harley decided that enough was cleared for him to connect to the trailer and just
pull it free. Benji looked at his father with a inquisitive look. All Jack could do was shrug. It was Harley’s decision
It worked, but the process did some minor damage to the twenty-four foot long tandem axle travel trailer.
Harley pulled it out onto the driveway and stopped. Jack and Benji helped him get the support legs down and the trailer leveled
after it was unhooked.
Fortunately the twin forty gallon propane tanks were both full. The deep discharge battery,
however, had lost most of its charge while sitting. Jack had Harley back the Dodge close to the hitch and reconnected wiring
harness so the truck alternator could supply power to the trailer and charge the battery.
The Harrisons helped move
a few of the things removed from the house to the trailer. Mainly food items and a couple changes of clothes. Using a ladder
hung on the outside of the barn, they braced the barn so Jack could duck in and grab a couple of tarps that Harley said were
inside. The barn was still creaking and groaning, its falling down progressing slowly, so that was all Jack tried for.
used the tarps to cover the rest of the Stevens’ pile of things. Things calmed down finally, and Harley went over to
Jack and shook his hand energetically. “I couldn’t have done it without you. I’ll never be able to repay
you for what you’ve… you and your family have done.”
“It’s okay, Harley. You don’t
owe us anything.” He looked over at the house. “I’m really glad you came to me for insurance. I don’t
see a problem getting a new start. I’m afraid it could be a few days before we can get an assessment team into the area.”
looked over at Sally. “Speaking of which, we need to get the camp set up and the truck unloaded so I can check on some
of my other clients. They are going to need reassurance. Sally didn’t look happy, but she nodded.
Jack’s hand again, but finally let go and Jack joined the rest of his family to help them set up the camp and unload
the truck. It took a little more time to unload than it had to load.
To give the rest of the family more room, Benji
set up his own tent to use for sleeping. He got the privacy shelter up and the chemical toilet placed. Jack had the folding
table out and up, along with four folding camp chairs. The camp stove stand was next.
With the camp set, Sally, with
Sheri’s help, fixed a lunch while Jack and Benji sorted through their possession and organized them in some semblance
of order. Sally continued to try 911 on her cell phone but continued to get the fast busy signal. Then, just before Jack was
ready to leave, she got no signal.
“I think the cell service is down. All three of the other Harrisons tried
their personal cell phone. It was the same on all of them. No signal. “Oh, Jack,” Sally said, a worried look on
her face. “There won’t be any way to contact you if service doesn’t come back up.”
know, Honey. But I’ve got to try. My clients are going to be frantic.”
“But will they even be able
to get hold of you?”
“I’ll try to go by everyone after I check the office. Assuming I can get there.”
Benji said. He was filling the Excursion’s tank with fuel from the cans. “I don’t think you should take
the extra fuel in with you. People might want it pretty badly.”
Jack nodded. “I’m afraid you might
be right. Just fill me full and stash the other cans. Okay.”
“Okay, Dad. Dad, do you want me to go with
Jack hesitated and Benji was sure he was going to say yes. But after that long pause Jack replied. “No,
son. I don’t think so. I want you here to help and protect your mother, sister, and the camp. I’m beginning to
think there could be some breakdown of the social order.”
Benji nodded. “I think you’re right. Like
“As one example, I guess. Yes. Now, I want to check the radio before I go. See if there
is any more news on when…”
There it was again. This time Benji thought the world might be coming to an
end. He couldn’t even stay on his knees. Neither could any of his family. Lying curled up on the ground Benji counted
the seconds and watch a half a dozen new sand blows spouting.
Though the jet wasn’t really close to them, sand
from one of them blew over onto them. The ground was undulating like ripples in a pond. Benji quit counting when he reached
one-hundred-twenty seconds and just lay there with his hands over his ears to protect them from the seeming endless roar.
the earthquake finally quit. The Harrisons all slowly got up and looked around. Dozens of Stevens’ trees were down.
The Stevens’ house was now just a pile of broken wood and shingles. So was the old barn.
It looked like the travel
trailer had skidded into the back of the Dodge. The power lines and poles were all down now. Benji suddenly looked down at
the ground. His feet had sunk almost an inch into what now felt like rubber when he moved.
asked. He’d noticed the same thing.
The ground began firming up again as Benji replied. “Liquefaction.
The ground just turns to jelly. Or more like quicksand. It’s all the water in the ground and the type of soil we have
here. Some of the same reasons cause it as cause the sand blows.”
Jack nodded. They all ran over to check on
the Stevens. They were terrified, but okay. The trailer wasn’t really damaged any more, nor was the truck where the
hitch of the trailer had hit it.
The Harrisons went back to their camp and they began to clean up the camp. The table
and chairs had overturned, as had the camp stove stand. But nothing was severely damaged.
They turned on the radio
in the Excursion and tried one station after another. There were no regional stations on the air. Finally they picked up a
news station out of Chicago. The newscaster’s voice was quivering as he reported what was happening. The last earthquake
in this series is being reported as a 10.7 on the Richter Scale, far higher than any projections from the experts.
earthquake was felt here in Chicago, up into Canada. Down to Texas, east to the Appalachians, with some areas even further
east reporting ground shocks. The effects went as far west as the foothills of the Rockies. The entire midsection of the United
States is affected.
“There are reports coming in about bridge failure after bridge failure.” There was
a long period of dead air and then the newscaster was speaking again, more quiver in his voice than before, if that was possible.
have been told every bridge crossing the Mississippi from Dubuque to New Orleans is down. The entire midsection of the US
is without power. The President has declared a National Emergency and is in the process of Federalizing state National Guards.
It is expected by our White House correspondent that Martial Law will be declared in the area very shortly.
short pause and the newscaster continued. “Here is more. The severe ground shocks have damaged many of the airports
beyond use. It is becoming apparent that the recovery effort is going to be very difficult.” He began to repeat what
he’d already gone over and Jack turned the volume down.
“If I’m going, I’d better go,”
“After this?” Sally asked, near to tears.
“I’ll be all right. If I run into
any serious trouble I’ll turn around and come back.” He gave his wife and then both children hugs before he got
in the Excursion and started it. Benji’s eyes were wide while he watched his father drive away. As he was entering the
SUV Jack’s shirt had risen up and Benji had seen the automatic tucked behind the waistband of his trousers. His dad
was definitely no sheeple.
The rest of the family kept the windup radio/flashlight charged and the radio tuned in to
the Chicago station. There was very little additional news. A blanket order for everyone in the area to boil their drinking
water was issued. The order did not include bottled water. Then came the announcement that Martial Law had indeed been declared.
Not just for the directly affected area, but for the entire nation.
Benji thought back to some of the posts on the
preparedness forums to which he had become a regular visitor. Martial Law had some serious connotations, if it was abused.
Which many people on the forums thought would happen.
An hour later Benji was digging a hole, in anticipation of the
chemical toilet needing emptying. About the time he realized he could dump the chemical toilet in the Stevens’ septic
tank he looked up and saw his father walking toward the camp.
“Dad!” he called, dropping the shovel and
running to meet him. “Dad! Are you all right?”
“I’m fine, son,” Jack said. “Just
tired and feeling foolish.”
Sally and Sheri came out of the tent, where they’d been arranging things for
a long stay. “Jack?” Sally asked. “What happened?”
“Oh, just four-wheel-driveitis.”
“I never even thought about the Excursion not being able to cross one of the sand blows where it had
covered the road. I got about thirty feet in and the Excursion started spinning. I tried gunning it, but I just sank deeper.
Then I hit the brakes and tried to back out. No go. I’m going to have to dig it out.”
Sally said, trying to be sympathetic, but unable to control the small smile that curved her lips. “Men and their toys,”
she thought, but didn’t say.
“I’ll help you Dad,” Benji said. Then with a sour look on his
face he added, “I’ve been practicing.”
Jack didn’t catch on and didn’t ask.
get the shovels,” Benji said, before turning around to get the D-handle round-point shovel he’d been using. His
father was getting some water when Benji went to his equipment and took out Cold Steel Special Forces shovel. It was one of
the items he’d seen evaluated on the internet and had picked it over the tri-fold military shovel for his use.
Benji and Jack headed back toward the Excursion, Benji carrying his small pack with water bottles and a couple of Millennium
food bars in it. This time Jack was carrying one of the six FRS radios Benji had bought, but forgotten to give out when Jack
had left earlier. He was berating himself for his inattention, but Jack hushed him. “Come on Son. You’ve done
more than the rest of us combined. If it wasn’t for you, we’d be at the house, out of food and water. Here we’ve
got a fighting chance no only to get through this, but help people, too.”
“Okay, Dad. It’s just I
hate forgetting things.”
“Me and you both,” Jack replied.
They walked silently until they
got to the spot where the Excursion was stuck. “That sand is deceptive,” Jack said. “Gives way without warning.”
the water in it. Should we start here, or at the SUV?” Benji asked.
“I think at the Excursion. There is
a chance that if we can dig out enough to get a good running start, I can back it out without digging out the whole track.”
nodded and headed for the SUV. His dad was right. He stayed on the surface at first, but then his feet began sinking into
the sand as it got thicker.
It took three hours to dig enough sand from behind and under the Excursion before Jack
was willing to try to get the SUV out of the sand blow. Benji stood well out of the way as his father made the attempt. It
was partially successful. He got over halfway out before getting out of the incoming tracks and miring up again.
sorry, Benji,” Jack said when he got out of the Excursion. “I couldn’t keep it straight.”
okay, Dad. It shouldn’t take much more to get it out.” And indeed it didn’t. Another thirty minutes of digging
and another backward run of the Excursion and it was out. A bit wearily Benji loaded the shovels in the SUV and Jack turned
it around and headed back to the camp.
“It’s too late to try to get back to town,” Jack said. “I’ll
try again tomorrow morning. And drive a little smarter.”
Benji smiled at the humbleness in his father’s
voice. Benji raised the FRS radio to his lips and called his mother. They were in range and Benji told her they were on their
“Come on, Sheri. Let’s get dinner started for them. Benji sounded really tired.”
the seriousness of the situation, and signs of destruction all around them, the evening was rather enjoyable for them. It
had been quite some time since they’d been camping and they were enjoying the time together.
The only bad part
of the evening was the news broadcast they listened to. More and more reports had come in of massive destruction all over
the Missouri/Mississippi River basin. Literally thousands of bridges were down, from wood deck bridges over local streams
and ditches to all the major concrete and steel bridges over the larger streams and rivers. That included almost all of the
railroad bridges, too, as well as highway overpasses.
With all but a couple of minor airfields unusable with distorted
runways, the only incoming help was in helicopters. And there just weren’t that many immediately available.
perked up at one report of a Marine detachment with AAV7A1 amphibious personnel carriers that would be used as amphibious
trucks to move emergency workers and supplies across the rivers to the affected areas, and take survivors out.
Benji knew it was going to be too little, too late. This was the big one. There was just too much area to cover. It was going
to be a thousand times worse than Katrina in many ways. The thought suddenly came to him about four or five reports he’d
read on the internet about internment camps all around the US. Benji decided to keep the thought to himself. For the moment.
night went fairly well, with only on minor temblor to disturb the family. Sally and Jack were up before Sheri and Benji. When
Benji came out of his tent the two quickly stopped their conversation and started preparing breakfast. Benji wondered what
they had been talking about, but just shrugged. “Grownup stuff,” he thought to himself.
over and everything cleaned up, Jack said, “Well, I’m off to give it another try. Benji looked at his mother,
who stayed silent. Benji suddenly decided that was probably what his parents had been talking about.
me to go, Dad?” Benji asked.
“Maybe,” came the answer that surprised Benji. “With the problems
yesterday, after the Big One, I could probably use an extra pair of eyes to look out for trouble. I need an honest answer.
Do you think you can do that?”
Solemnly, for his parents were placing a great deal of trust in him, Benji said,
“Yes, Sir. I’m sure I can.”
“Well go ahead and get ready. I’ll start the Excursion.”
grabbed several things from the gear beside and inside his tent and added them to his small pack. He came out of the tent
carrying the Ruger 10/22. Sally and Jack exchanged a quick glance, and then Jack said, “Keep it out of sight.”
nodded, put the rifle behind the front passenger seat where he could reach it if need be. He put his pack on the seat behind
him and then climbed into the front passenger seat and buckled up.
“Okay, Dad,” he said through the open
window. “I’m ready. Did you get some water?”
“Oh. Uh… no. Hang on a minute.”
handed him a couple bottles of water, with an amused smile. “Got your keys?” she asked.
Jack looked startled
for a moment, but then leaned down and gave his wife a kiss. “Yes. I have the keys.” He got in the Excursion and
headed for the spot where he’d been stuck. He stopped well clear of the edge of the sand that covered the road to a
height of almost five feet. The sand blow was only thirty feet or so off the road.
“What do you think, Benji?”
his father asked as they looked at the blocked road.
“I think we should check it. The edges might have dried
out enough to be solid.” Benji got out of the SUV and took his walking staff from the gear he’d put on the rear
seat. He had a rope with him, too.
“Here, Dad,” he said, after leaning the staff against the SUV. “I’m
going to tie into the rope so if something happens you can drag me back.”
“Benji, if you think it’s
that dangerous, I don’t know if I want you doing this. Perhaps I should go.”
“Dad, you can pull me
back a lot easier than I could you. I don’t think it’s a big risk, but I want to be careful. Get in the habit
of doing things safely. Because we might hit situations that are dangerous.”
Jack thought about it for a bit
and then nodded his head. Benji finished tying the rope around his waist. Benji had the rope done up chain fashion and it
was easy for Jack to pay it out as Benji approached the sand.
Benji went down to the edge of the shoulder of the road
and probed the sand. It seemed firm. He walked out on it, using the staff to probe in front of, and to both sides of his path.
As the sand got thicker the staff started to sink an inch or two at times.
Benji turned around. “I don’t
think the Excursion will make it, Dad.” He trudged back, his father keeping the rope out of Benji’s way. “We’re
going to have to go around it,” Benji said when he got back to his father.
“I don’t know, Benji,”
Jack said, looking around the flat farmland, now mounded here and there with the sand blows.
“I don’t think
the owners will mind if we cut across the field. There is a way to get in back just a ways.”
how important the crops are going to be, Benji? I hate to damage any…”
Benji didn’t say anything
and let his dad work it out in his own mind. Finally Jack said, “Okay. Let’s give it a try.”
left the rope tied and carried the excess looped over one shoulder as he got in the SUV. Jack turned it around and they backtracked
to the ditch crossing that gave access to the field that was just showing the light green of soybeans coming up.
they crossed the ditch Benji had his father stop. “I’d better probe the way until we get back on the pavement.
There could be soft spots. You can hold the end of the rope while you drive and I walk.”
Jack didn’t particularly
like it, but Benji seemed willing. And he did have the rope tied to him. He nodded and Benji got out of the Excursion. He
walked around in front of it and handed his father the free end of the rope. Staff in hand, Benji started walking, paying
the line out as he went.
When he had the entire line laying behind him, He started probing, and Jack drove slowly behind
him, slow enough to keep from running up on the rope. Jack stopped when Benji did and watched his son as he probed around
what turned out to be a soft, wet spot in the field.
Benji angled well out to go around it and then turned back to
the field road at the ends of the rows of soybeans. Jack followed him carefully. He had to look hard to see the difference
in the section of ground Benji had decided to go around. But there it was. The sure signs of water near the surface of the
ground. If the Excursion had tried to go through it, chances were he would have been stuck again. There was no telling if
there was a solid bottom to the area or how deep the Excursion might have gone.
Benji stopped on the pavement after
crossing the ditch from the field on the other side of the sand blow. He gathered up the rope again as his father drove the
Excursion up to the pavement.
Jack continued down the pavement after Benji got back inside the SUV. They were able
to travel some way before the pavement was buckled too badly for them to cross the raised edge. Benji got out of the Excursion
and walked the shoulder and ditch around the blockage. It would hold the Excursion just fine.
They used the same method
to get to the very edge of town. There were people here and there and just about every one of them called out to ask about
the road to the north. Faces fell when Jack told them the bridge was out.
Jack was able to maneuver around the debris
on the streets to get to his office. It had not fared well. When he tried to enter, by moving the broken door out of the way,
debris shifted and a cloud of dust came blowing out.
“It’s too dangerous, Dad!” Benji said, grabbing
his father’s arm to stop him from trying to enter the building again.
The three people waiting nearby all said
the same thing. “Come on, Jack,” said Roland Weaver. “I wanted to check on my insurance, but you can’t
go in there.”
Jack sighed. “I really wanted to be able to work on the paper files. I have my laptop and
I keep backups of the files on it. I can answer questions and such, but that’s about all I’m going to be able
to do until I can get hold of the individual insurance companies.”
Roland said, “That’s good enough.
I don’t see how we could ask for more. I’m just curious. Am I covered for any of this? House and barn look worse
than your office. Assuming I can get running again, I’m going to loose half of my crops for sure. All of them if I can’t
get started up again.”
Apparently word of mouth information about Jack being at his office spread. Even people
that didn’t carry insurance with him came walking up to ask his opinion on their insurance. Jack explained everything
he could, Benji staying in the background.
It satisfied some. But not others. “Dad,” Benji whispered in
Jack’s ear, “it looks like people are getting mad at you for no reason. Maybe we should leave.”
saw the reluctance in his father. He was an honorable man and wanted to serve his insurance clients in any way he could. But
the small crowd was getting ugly, demanding to know when they would get insurance checks. They were even asking Jake about
where FEMA and the National Guard were, as if it was his fault they weren’t there.
Roland stepped up to Jack
and said almost the same thing as Benji had, suggesting Jack leave before real trouble started. Jack nodded and closed the
laptop. With a nod at Benji to get into the Excursion, Jack stood up and said, “I’m afraid that is all I can do
until I get help from the Insurance Companies Headquarters. I’ll try to get the information to you as soon as I can.”
were boos and catcalls from several people in the crowd. Jack saw Bill Bascombe. He was egging things on. Jack got into the
Excursion as Roland tried to calm the crowd down. When Jack drove away the Excursion was pelted with pieces of rubble some
in the crowd had picked up from the brick office wall that had crumbled.
Driving faster than he probably should, Jack
got them away from his office. He suddenly slowed down and looked over at Benji. “You all right?”
“I guess your mother was right. I didn’t accomplish much at all.”
“But you tried,
Dad. Doesn’t look like many people are doing anything but wait for help.”
“That may be what we have
Benji didn’t say anything, but he was coming up with a plan. He thought on it as his father retraced
the route they’d taken in, to get back to the Stevens Farm.