Grid Down: A Strike against America - An EMP Survival Story- Book Two (8 page)

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Arthur regrouped in the conference room with his roundtable of trusted confidants, including his wife, Teresa. She had watched the entire spectacle unfold from the second-story window as well as having played a large part in getting everything organized: from the reverend’s part in it, to the children, lined up in position and ready. It was a cold evening, and the temperature was expected to drop even more the next day.

Two kerosene lamps illuminated the room from both ends. Arthur sat at the head of the table, still wearing his beret. Larry, Jerome, Dwayne, and Nathan sat in their respective chairs as Teresa stood by the window. She never sat, no matter how many times Arthur insisted.

They were going over the day’s many significant series of events. Rob had been captured, and Arthur had been right in predicting it would take nothing less than capturing every child from their camp to get him. Arthur felt they had achieved two significant goals that day: depriving their enemies of a leader, and the invaluable propaganda of humiliating them in front of the townspeople.

It was a win-win as far as Arthur was concerned. But their brief victory wasn’t going to make everything better. With the coming winter and lack of supplies, they were going to face some real challenges in the coming weeks.

“It’s been quite a day,” Arthur said in a congratulatory tone. “But our work is only beginning. Wall construction is still ongoing, and it will only get harder once the snow comes. We’re low on food, water, and basic necessities. Prescription drugs and alcohol are in high demand but dwindling faster than sand through the glass.”

“Can I point out the obvious here?” Nathan said, raising his hand.

Arthur paused, narrowing his eyes. “Yes, Nathan. But first, let me make something clear. I’ll remind you that I’m willing to look past our skirmish earlier today as long as we’re on the same page about Jasper.”

Nathan stared ahead. His Adam’s apple moved as though he had just swallowed his pride. “Yes. We are, Mr. Mayor.”

“Good,” Arthur said.

Teresa remained off in the darkness, quiet and observant. She rarely intervened in their meetings. Most of her words were reserved for Arthur at the end of the day. Nathan turned slightly to see if she was still there, behind him. She was.

He turned back to the table and spoke with urgency. “I don’t think it was smart to let them walk out of here. You can bet that they’ll be back, especially that woman and the parents of that dead kid. I’ve got my bets on that big, bald Hispanic dude as the father.”

“Your concerns are valid,” Arthur said. “It’s fair to say that they’ll return with a ragtag group of vigilantes, looking for vengeance and whatnot. We’ll implement new security measures, shoot-on-sight directives, and perhaps the most important piece of all…”

“What’s that?” Larry asked, intrigued.

“I’m going to go to work on Rob,” Arthur said, “more than I’ve done on anyone before. Imagine, if you will, his pretty wife storming Main Street screaming her husband’s name, only to find him standing in the middle of the street, waiting for her. But instead of rushing to embrace her, he signals her closer. Then he aims a .357 magnum cannon in her direction and blows a hole through her chest.”

Jerome looked confused. “What the hell?”

Arthur raised a cautionary hand. “I’m talking about mind control. We’ve already seen it in this town among the desperate and weak. But if we can take someone like Rob—a self-sufficient man with a tenacious will—and turn him against his own instincts… My God, think of the possibilities.”

The room was quiet as everyone took a moment to let Arthur’s grand scheme settle in. No one had any objections or anything else to add.

“You should have told that boy’s father,” Nathan stated abruptly. “Wasn’t right sending him out of here without explaining what happened to his son.”

Larry and Dwayne both waved him off.

Nathan continued. “He’ll be back. And he’ll be looking for blood. Yours
and
mine.”

“All we can do is be ready,” Arthur said. He leaned forward in his squeaky vinyl chair and placed his arms on the glossy surface of the wood table. “Your problem, Nathan, is that you have too high a regard for the human spirit. Those people are emotionally broken. They have no vehicles. Their camp is a graveyard. They’ve been exiled from their own town. They’ll be lucky if they survive the winter.”

“How do you know they don’t have more vehicles?” Nathan asked, brushing his shaggy hair to the side.

“We don’t,” Arthur answered. “But you know what the good thing is about working automobiles in a world where ninety percent of them no longer work?” He paused and waited for an answer. “You can hear them coming from a mile away.”

Teresa suddenly stepped forward unexpectedly. She walked to the front of the table, where Arthur stood. “There are no easy answers, but there are simple answers,” she said as all eyes moved to her. Her curly red hair was shadowed by darkness. The flicker of a nearby kerosene lamp reflected in the lenses of her glasses. “One thing being overlooked here is more obvious than Nathan’s concern. I’m talking about expansion.” She spread her arms out wide as silver and gold bracelets jingled on her wrists. “We have to spread out and expand this town in new areas. Just as the settlers did before us. We’ve been given a wonderful new start with this EMP. It’s changed everything and left it up to us to usher in a new era.”

“But,” Dwayne began. “What about the wall?”

“The wall expands with our territories,” Arthur said.

“Yes, that’s correct,” Teresa said, placing her hands on Arthur’s shoulder as she stood behind him. “You all did wonderfully today, and I hope that you learned a thing or two about the power of using humiliation and shame to achieve your objectives.”

“Teresa and I have been reading up on this for years,” Arthur boasted.

“And the time will come when we have to use all the tactics we know against any of those who would oppose us.”

“Hear, hear!” Arthur said, clapping.

The room joined in the applause as Teresa smiled back at everyone, ready for the next chapter in their unquenchable thirst for power.

***

The next day at camp was no less difficult than the day before. Josh and Kelly were back, but Rob’s absence left a gaping void from which she didn’t think she could recover. All night long, she lay in bed, dozing off fitfully and waking suddenly, drenched in sweat and trying to devise a plan to get Rob back.

Their entire group was more fractured than ever. News of Antonio’s passing had brought everything to a standstill. It took all of their combined energy to prevent Carlos from storming back into town, seeking vengeance. The mayor had won for now, and there was no getting around it. By the next morning, an air of gloom and defeat encompassed the camp, but there was still hope for Rob. That much, Mila knew. And she would do everything she could to get him back.

She rolled out of bed at sunrise and stood on the cold, creaking floorboard. She got dressed—jeans, flannel jacket, and work boots—but had no idea how they were going to save Rob. He was a resourceful person and problem solver, but leaving his fate to the mayor wasn’t an option. She had to take action.

She quietly walked down the hall past Josh and Kelly’s rooms and went to the kitchen, where Rob’s coffee mug sat empty on the counter—a white mug with “I ♥ New York” written in big black letters. She placed the mug in the sink as an overwhelming sense of anguish came over her. Rob was really gone. She filled the coffee maker on the counter and began boiling water on their butane stove. The cabin was cold inside, but it was much colder outside. One look outside frosted kitchen window indicated that much. 

She heard voices outside—Carlos and Mayra—and it sounded heated. She walked to living room window and looked out. Carlos was headed toward Peter’s cabin, dressed all in black, with a rifle slung around shoulder. Mayra, still in her bathrobe, called out to him to come back.

“Where do you think you’re going? This isn’t going to solve anything!” she yelled.

“I have to do this,” Carlos said. “We did it Rob’s way last time, now we do it mine.” He banged on Peter and Krystal’s door without care. Mila walked outside as the cold air gave her chills. 

“Peter, it’s Carlos. Open up!”

His incessant pounding continued as both Mayra and Mila approached.

“Please stop this,” his wife begged with a hand on Carlos’s back.

“I don’t have a choice, Mayra. You know that.”

Mila kept a careful distance but asked, “What choice?”

Carlos turned to face her with eyes worn and distraught. “Going into town and getting answers about my son.”

The door unlocked and opened slightly, with Peter’s face peering through the crack. “What is it, Carlos?” he asked, rubbing his eyes. “You scared the hell out of us.”

Carlos turned back toward the door, determined. “We’ve got a situation, Peter, and I need your car.”

Peter opened the door fully, standing in his pajamas and slippers. “What are you talking about?”

Neither Peter nor Krystal had been told yet what had happened and had not been seen outside their cabin the day before.

“We can get answers,” Mila said, stepping forward. “But we have to be smart about it.”

Carlos shook his head. “I’m through listening. This is about blood for blood now.”

Peter stood dumbfounded. “What happened out there? Did you get the kids back?”

Carlos balled his bruised fists. “While you’ve been here lying low, we’ve been out there risking our necks for this camp.”

“Carlos!” Mayra said.

He continued, unabated. “So it’s only fair that you loan me your car this time around.”

Peter backed away cautiously, with his hand on the door. “You’re lost your mind,” he said.

“Let’s talk this out,” Mila said, stepping in between them. Blocking Carlos was the last thing she wanted to do, but to her surprise, no one argued back. Instead Carlos turned and hugged his wife as she cried into his chest.

Peter stood silent, trying to figure things out. 

“We have some major problems right now,” Mila said to him. “We got the kids back.” She paused and took a deep breath. “Except for Antonio. Josh said that they shot him.”

Peter gasped and covered his mouth. “No…”

“And… they took Rob.”

“My God,” Peter said. He looked over Mila’s shoulder to Carlos and Mayra. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea…”

“There’s still hope,” Carlos said. “Josh didn’t say that he was dead.”

Mayra wiped tears from her eyes. “We haven’t slept all night.”

“I don’t know what to say,” Peter said “I mean, Krystal and I planned to leave today. We were just waiting for you guys to return.”

Carlos narrowed his eyes. “Leave? Where are you planning to go?”

“I don’t know. Canada is unaffected?”

“They’ve got two of our vehicles,” Carlos snapped. “Tried to make deal with them, but things went south real quick.”

“Listen, I want to help. I really do,” Peter said. “It’s just… I would need to talk to Krystal first.”

“Everyone slow down,” Mila said, mediating. They needed a plan. There was no honor in foolish heroism. There had to be a solution, though she could feel the thread of the group’s bond unraveling. “Carlos, what about your station wagon? It still runs, right?” she asked.

“That’s why I’m here. I tried to start it this morning. It’s fucking dead.”

“Yeah, but Krystal and I need our car. It’s the only hope we have,” Peter said.

“This is about more than you two!” Carlos barked. “I want that mayor’s head.” He pulled a long hunting knife from a sheath on his belt.

“I understand your anger,” Mila said. “They have my husband. But you can’t just go around demanding people’s cars.”

“So what do you propose we do?” Carlos asked.

Shivering, Mila turned to Peter. “Can we all sit down and talk this out?”

Peter stood there for a moment and then nodded, seeming more agreeable. “Yes, yes of course. Please come in.”

He stood aside as Mila thanked him and walked in, with Carlos and Mayra behind her. Peter shut the door and rubbed his dry hands together. “Sure gettin’ cold out there.” He turned and followed the group to the living room, where four chairs were positioned in a circle over a large multicolored rug. “Please, have a seat. Can I get any of you some coffee?”

“I’m fine, thanks,” Carlos said, placing his rifle against the chair as he sat down. Mila declined as well, completely forgetting about the water she had left boiling on the burner.

“I would love some, actually,” Mayra said.

Peter walked off toward the kitchen, talking to them over his shoulder. “I’m just going to let Krystal know what’s up and then start us a pot.”

They sat as he left, and Carlos wanted to dive right in. “Okay, you got us in here, Mila. What’s the plan?”

“I’m going with you,” Mila said, leaning forward and talking quietly. “But we’re not going to rage our way into town. We need numbers, and you know it.”

Carlos shook his head, looking around. “Well? Where are they? The numbers.”

“We go out and find them. Build our strength with new people, just as Rob originally suggested.”

Carlos leaned back in the wicker chair, displeased, and crossed his arms. “That could take days. Weeks. We don’t have the time. My son doesn’t, and neither does Rob.”

“Part of the reason we’re in this mess is because we went into town with so few people. I take responsibility for that. I pushed Rob to go, and I’m kicking myself now because of it. Will it take time? Certainly. But if we act now, find people, like us, who may have suffered or are suffering. We can give them hope. There are good people still out there. We need to find them.”

Carlos sighed and looked at Mayra. “What do you think?” he asked.

“I don’t want you needlessly putting your life in danger. You can’t do that to me. Mila’s right. If we’re going to do this, we need to do it right.”

Carlos turned to Mila with a slight smile. “Well, General Mila. What do you have first on the agenda, then?”

“We borrow Peter’s car, as planned. I think Elliot’s truck is on its last leg,” she answered.

“And he’s done far too much as it is,” Mayra added. 

“We travel to the nearest town opposite Nyack. Stay low, and stay safe. Find who we can,” Mila said.

“So, we’ll be, like, recruiters,” Carlos said. “Interesting.” He placed his hands on his knees and leaned forward. “But why do you think anyone would help us? How could we possibly convince them to risk their lives for complete strangers? Would you?”

“All we can do is ask,” Mila said.

The group was quietly thinking as Peter walked into the room with two coffee cups.

“Lo and behold, Krystal already had a pot running. She’ll be out in a minute.” He handed Mayra a cup. Mila and Carlos appeared to be in deep thought. “So any decisions yet? What’s the plan?”

“Well, Peter,” Mila said. “We’re going to travel north. Search throughout Rockland County for another town. Carlos and I are going to try to recruit some people for our cause.”

Peter tilted his head and looked up, considering the proposal.

“And we’d be extremely grateful if we could borrow your car for the day.”

He nodded. “And you’re not planning to go into Nyack?”

“Not today,” Mila said.

He then grimaced and shook his head. “I suppose that would be all right. No hard feelings, but Krystal and I are not going to be sticking around here much longer. She’ll be fine with a day or two, but—”

“I understand. We’ll work fast,” Mila said. “We have to. Rob is depending on us.”

It seemed settled. They had a viable plan, and Peter was on board. Mila felt much better. Now all they had to do was convince a large number of good people to reclaim their town from a horde of madmen. Defeat wasn’t an option. The battle was just beginning.