Prologue

A cold wind strummed the steel cable producing a tune which sung of what the future bore. The bitter summer breeze echoing that the weather had inexorably changed and the fates had even more in store for those who survived.

“Ease it to the side. There’s too much tension in the line.” David waved with exaggerated motions so those under him could see where he wanted it moved. He spoke distinctly over his wireless earphone to be heard over the construction and wind noises surrounding them.

It was close to a week since David sent his girls into the unknown and those left behind had been busy. Due to the unfortunate transmission by Tricia, revealing that David’s group possessed a successful treatment for the plagues, they’d been inundated by new arrivals they weren’t prepared for. Not equipped to handle ever increasing numbers of people, they hoped to defuse the situation by sending help to each region. However, the additional people allowed them to initiate larger projects. The biggest of these was this installation of a new transmission tower above David’s house. It would allow them to transmit over AM in addition to FM. The AM channel would give their daily broadcasts additional reach while still maintaining the same local audience over the FM channel. Greg thought he’d worked out the details of managing dual transmissions. If not, they could simply rebroadcast the transmissions on the other channel.

The additional people who’d joined the group, while a drain at first, proved beneficial. They’d taken over additional farms as well as helping at the two already being run by Peter and Heather Farmer and Franklin and Regina Perez. They installed additional wind turbines to augment the farms few solar generators. They also built animal shelters against the base of David’s cliff; necessary if the coming winter was as severe as David feared. It was still late summer, but the temperature continued to drop. The rain, when it fell, scattered a black sticky residue as the water mixed with the soot in the upper atmosphere. David hoped it would help the soil but feared what it held within its watery grasp.

When the line steadied, David continued winching. The line’s progress was controlled by separate lines from both above—where he stood—and below where the others worked. They did similar work with fewer people, but the additional resources allowed them to use more powerful equipment to work more efficiently.

“OK, Wendy, it’s lined up. Start pulling it in and we’ll align it. Then I can bolt it into place,” David instructed. Wendy scrambled along the platform, lying on the rigging and stretching for the swinging steel tubing—a heavy piece of three joined metal poles. Grasping it, she pulled it in, stabilized and maneuvered it into position atop the similar sections already in place. She and Adam worked quickly, even though they weren’t familiar with this type of effort. The people gathered came from a variety of backgrounds. But they had a common interest—survival—so they weren’t afraid to learn new things and work together.

“I’ll bet you wish Alice was here for this,” Wendy called. She and her brother struggled to hold the large dangling metal piece in place as David bolted it to the existing antenna. Being young, they were better at scaling the large structure and situating the components. David had the strength and expertise to finish fastening it. David was hesitant allowing the younger kids to assume such risk. But his daughter Alice had proven her worth with his first effort erecting his wind generator. All the men were below, doing the heavy lifting. Even though what David and the others were doing was difficult, it wasn’t beyond any of their capabilities. “Alice was much more used to this kind of thing than the rest of us.”

“Actually, I wish a lot of people were here for this,” David reflected. “Billy Adams and Frank Morre would have helped, since they assisted us the first time. Amy would have been useful too. Both she and Alice could scale a pole in no time. I’d also liked for Ellen and Linda to witness how far we’ve come. But they’re not, just like Alice, and there’s no use worrying about what we have no control over.”

Wendy let that pass. Despite his claims of cosmic helplessness, it was his scheme which sent Alice and the others on their way. She didn’t like commenting when David reflected on those who died before she arrived, not knowing how David would respond. It was clear he still loved each of them: Ellen, his short-time girlfriend; Linda, his ex, killed in a gun battle where she sacrificed herself to protect him and Alice, who he’d sent out to face unknown dangers.

Things grew confusing in this brave new world, she reflected, but that was true for everyone. The meteor storm swept their old, stable lives away and ushered in the new, chaotic world of the Great Death plagues.

What began as a few stray daylight meteors turned into three full days of constant meteors. No one detected them, probably because they approached from an unexpected direction and hadn’t passed other planetary bodies where they’d have shown up. While the meteors were tiny, they nevertheless destroyed the available communication and GPS satellites circling the Earth. That merely slowed communications. But the random strikes took down cell towers, telephone poles, relay stations, transmission lines and converter boxes. Enough equipment was destroyed to wipe out the rest of the electrical and communications grid. An excellent system of redundant systems scattered over a wide area collapsed when all those single points of failure quit at the same time. Once the meteor shower abated, society collapsed as well.

Unable to get people to their jobs over obstructed and damaged roads, few businesses could operate. Government services were held up as workers didn’t know whether they’d be paid or not. Once the power and communication companies began making necessary repairs, the Great Death struck. These plagues eliminated the very people needed to restore normalcy to the world.

The meteors weren’t just a massive collection of space rocks. Instead they originated from some obliterated planet. Their watery world froze solid around the chunks of rock ejected into the cold of outer space. They became tiny comets harboring frozen microscopic life which once flourished on that world. These scattered throughout the universe, where they traveled for millennia until their unfortunate encounter with Earth. While the damage inflicted by a bunch of miniscule space pebbles was bad enough, it wouldn’t have been so severe. Except the ice-bound life forms were freed in the atmosphere as the ice melted and broke free during reentry. They then rained down over the Earth for the next several weeks, as each microscopic life hurriedly adapted to a hostile alien environment.

And adapt they had. Although most died out, the few which adapted not only succeeded, they did so with abandon. Where most species of microbial life on Earth faced multiple defenses, these new entities didn’t. Most parasites only take enough for both them and their hosts to live and reproduce. These new organisms went into overdrive, killing their hosts in record numbers and ever decreasing time. What started out as isolated cases of anaphylactic shock evolved into multiple deadly plagues which became collectively known as the “Great Death.”

David and Tom identified nine separate plague variants which afflicted humanity, though others affected other species. They’d initially identified seven, but two others fit under the category of ‘no external symptoms’ and were only discovered via the electron microscope in Charlottesville.

Little escaped these plagues ravages, although the degree they were affected varied widely. It seemed to be a numbers game. Those species with a large population—like man—were hobbled, since there were multiple chances for the viruses to gain entry into their system. Thus humans, deer, household pets and crops like pine, corn and potatoes were nearly wiped out, while other species were hardly affected.

Those that lived off of the diseased or dead—carnivores, omnivores and insects—were decimated, as was anything which fed off them. Plants, while affected, weren’t as prone to exposure as the more mobile species. Some species, like grasses and weeds survived, while others didn’t. What saved everything from complete annihilation was again a pure numbers game. Each individual entity struck by the Great Death presented a chance for a specific biologic defense. Unfortunately, most who survived and offered a biologic advantage ended up dying from another variant of the disease. While a single horrendous plague might wipe out twenty percent of a given population, multiple simultaneous plagues reduced the number of survivors exponentially. As few people survived, the odds of a cure evaporated. Thus, the death tolls mounted astronomically until it became a virtual extinction event for the entire planet.

Chapter 1 »