The Last Survivor Chronicles (Part 1)
"Get in the car, NOW," I screamed with my .38 pistol pointed at her head. Who she was I didn't know, and didn't care at the moment, because both our
lives were about to be snuffed out like a campfire.
All I knew was that given what I had just witnessed, I had better grab a woman, lest our species be terminated. At least there would be a chance this
way. And she just happened to be on my way, a lone stranger walking down the street.
Terrified with eyes as wide as if she had seen a ghost, she got in. I jumped in and gassed it hard, with my gun still pointed at her, half watching
the road, and half watching her. And I knew where we were going; to as high an elevation as possible. To the mountain I had picked out long ago, just
"I'm so terribly sorry," I said. "This isn't exactly the usual way I go about meeting women," I blurted out, trying to lessen the tension and fear.
But it wasn't working.
"You need to understand what has just happened," I continued. "You heard about the massive earthquake on the west coast... It was all over the
"Yes," she uttered weakly. "But what does that have anything to do with why you are kidnapping me?"
"Let me finish." I said. "That earthquake was a 9.4, and within two days, another 9.2 hit way down south on the Pacific Plate near Antartica.
Yesterday another huge quake hit Mexico, and about 20 minutes ago today, well, I can't even describe to you what I just saw. It's bad, very bad. But
you are about to feel..."
I couldn't even get the words out of my mouth before the car started shaking and swerving, out of my control. I slammed on the brakes, hoping to avoid
hitting a tree as she let out a shrieking scream. As the car came to halt, I glanced out the window and saw the ground rising up like a huge tidal
wave. It lifted the car, road and everything around us high up into the air, and then just as quickly, set us back down again.
"WHAT is happening??? she screamed.
"Look, we've got all of about 30 minutes to make it up to the top of Mount Mitchell, or we are dead," I said."And even then we may still be dead."
"What in the HELL are you talking about man, would you please just let me go?" she yelled. I floored it again.
"If we can just make it to the Parkway, we might have a chance," I said meekly. "There'll be less traffic and we can make better time." My fear was
now showing, and she sensed it.
I knew what we felt was a P-wave, and Lord help us when the S-wave hit. I figured we had about 10 minutes before that would reach us, and only because
I knew a bit about earthquakes, and had taken it up as a hobby. I didn't know for sure just how long we had, cause I didn't know for sure what had
happened. But I had an idea. Because I saw the unthinkable on my program that I used to monitor seismometers with, and it just so happened that I was
monitoring most of the Pacific "Ring of Fire", when I saw what I did.
I knew that after that massive quake in Mexico, right after those other two huge quakes, that statistically this was way out of the ordinary.
Something was very wrong, and I had started preparing after that one, sensing trouble ahead. I had filled up a bunch of jugs with water, got some
basic tools together, piled up most of the food I had in boxes, and put most of it in the car. I was getting ready to bug out, just in case the worst
happened. But no one could have prepared us for this. Not this soon.
The second I saw it, that was it. I am outta here. "Move MOVE!" I told myself, as I ran out the door with one last glance at my life.
And now I was in my SUV, flying towards a mountain with a terrified stranger in the car, about to get hit with the strongest part of an incredible
earthquake. And from all indications that I had seen, this was more than just a big earthquake. This could be it. The end. My mind raced with all
kinds of terrifying thoughts, but one thing was clear: make it to the top of that mountain if we are to have any chance of surviving this.
The water would be coming. And considering we were some 600 miles inland from the ocean, that thought was indeed terrifying. But I had to rely upon
what I saw, and I wasn't about to stick around and debate it. With anyone. I knew many millions of people had just died, but once it started to sink
in, I realized it was much worse than that, even.
As we drove frantically down the road, nearing the Parkway, the car felt nearly uncontrollable as the road seemed to keep moving, and it was all I
could do to just keep it on the road.
"I didn't kidnap you to hurt you," I said. "Right now you've got much bigger problems than me. Right now we just have to survive."
"Would you please just STOP talking like that? It's scaring me," she sobbed. Without hesitation I reached over and slapped her, not real hard, but
enough to put her in an extreme state of awareness. I had never hit a woman before, but I HAD to make her understand.
"Look, this is it. The end. Forget about everything else right now, ok? I don't have time to explain all this now. We've just GOT to get to the top of
that mountain, or we're as good as dead. The water is coming. Do you understand? DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME????"
"WHAT WATER???" she screamed.
My mind swirled briefly with thoughts about if I had been fair to her, and tried to put myself in her shoes, so I might give her added perspective.
But do I take this time now to deal with her emotions and questions, or do I spend that time trying to save our asses? The latter, no question.
Think man think. No, better yet- drive. Keep going. The road looks torn up ahead. Stop, swerve around it. Stop again, put on the 4 wheel drive. There,
ok, back on the road. That strong part of the quake will be here any minute...And if we don't make it to the top soon... Ok, finally, the Parkway is
just up ahead...
"PLEASE. You're just going to have to trust me for the moment, like it or not." I said it loud and authoritatively, and with a morbid resolve. It
seemed to quiet and calm her a bit.
"Well I guess I don't have much of a choice, now do I," she complained, looking down at my 38. And then I noticed somehow that she was pretty. I
mentally castrated myself for even thinking something like THAT, at a time like THIS.
"Can you turn on the radio, please?" I said in a frantic voice. "Push the volume button. It's all I can do to keep it on the road, cause the road is
moving." She reached out and hit the button, and the Emergency Broadcast System alert was on, but there were no messages, just the alert, going on an
on. "Hit the preset buttons and change stations," I commanded. But to no avail. She was starting to melt down and cry. "DO IT!" I screamed.
Startled out of her fog with my scream, she went through all the stations and that's all we got. The EBS. "Oh, that's just GREAT, that is," I fumed.
"And now there's a car and some people stopped in the middle of the road, and they are flagging us down. They better move out of the road, cause I am
NOT stopping, no matter WHAT!"
As the word "But" started to exit her mouth, I cut it hard and swerved around them, only to see middle fingers raised high in the air in my rear view
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