The Last People on Earth V – Healing

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Maybe he was right. It wasn’t easy being a woman, and 6’ 5” tall. As she sat up, she knew that her height was intimidating to men. Most of them never asked her for a date. Even though she was only 27 years old, she had worried about finding someone, in time. She had always wanted a family, and then the series of biological weapons were released on the world. She had lost all hope – that is until Jeremiah. And she loved that name.

Noticing her arm bleeding, she knew she needed help. She managed to get to her hands and knees, and then to her feet. Her right leg was a mess too. She panicked, she was injured, and she wondered if he would leave her. Taking a deep breath she calmed down, realizing that no, he would not do that. Maybe he was waiting for her.

As she made her way, limping to the door, she thought they both overreacted. It was his fault of course, but she knew she was sensitive to prejudice. Would the ghosts of East Africa, never leave her alone? “I’m still forgiving people.” She mumbled out loud.

Inside the dining room Jerry was ticked off, but not at Miriam. In fact, he was hoping and praying, she wouldn’t drive off. Maybe they could be friends. But he did look at the ceiling in disgust, and said, “What are you doing to me — to us!” “She hates me!” For some reason he started making a pot of coffee, where the employees normally would. Maybe he needed the warmth.

He heard the automatic doors open up, and he rushed to a nearby table, to play it cool. What should he say? She hobbled into the lobby, and for the first time he noticed how beautiful her clothing was, or had been. She was dressed in a beautiful, long, African dress, which was red, gold, and brown. The gold shimmered in the light. Her headdress was disheveled, but she was a beautiful woman, and she carried herself like a queen. Was she royalty?

She saw him looking at her, from the dining room, and said with her French-African accent, “Jeremiah I need some help”.  Five minutes later they opened the door to room 132. She noticed right away a bouquet of wildflowers, as they walked in. He had picked them from the front of the hotel. She turned to him, and he just smiled.

He began washing her arm, first in water, and then with hydrogen peroxide. Jeremiah seemed to really know what he was doing, and she noticed too, how gentle he was putting in a few stitches (with a sterilized needle). He then carefully wrapped her arm in a bandage. He said, “You know, I’m very sorry about what happened outside”. He wasn’t looking in her eyes, but at least he was talking. For some reason she felt she should be soft in her tone, so she gently said, “I know, I am too”. She meant it and he could tell. “Were you abused by white people?”, he asked, this time looking at her.

How did he know? How could he possibly have known? Tears began filling her eyes, and she said in a whisper, “Yes”.

To be continued.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last People on Earth III – Anticipation

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After chatting on line for two days, they decided to meet in Boston. He wasn’t sure why Boston, other than she really wanted to see it. He was like a teenager again (he was only 30). He hadn’t been this nervous since his first date with Jenny Martinez, when he was 16. It wasn’t truly a date, but he called it that. He took Jenny to McDonald’s, and a movie, at the cheap theater. What else can you do at 16? Was it Star Wars?

He was nervous, and Miriam must have read his mind, because she said on the chat line, “I’m so nervous, what if you don’t like me??” So he said, “I know, me too”. He was hoping it would put her at ease. He started packing his suitcase, and decided to take his best clothing. When they met, he wanted to be wearing a suit and tie, to give the best possible impression.

As he was packing, a thousand thoughts raced through his mind. What car should he take? The Lamborghini or the Corvette? No, better stick with the Mercedes! It would make a much better impression. He wanted her to realize he was a stable, responsible person.

A thought struck him in the head, like a piece of wood, and he sat down on edge of the bed. Would they get married?? How could they have a ceremony without a minister? What kind of church? Then he realized none of this mattered anymore. They should just be married outside, promising to love each other, in front of God, and everybody…..…..Well in front of God then. “Oh no!” he yelled out loud, standing up, the thought came to him, that he would have to deliver his own children! “Oh!” He put his hand to his head, realizing he was giving himself a headache. Where was the Tylenol?

He didn’t sleep well that night and was on the road early the next morning, before the sun was up. It was an eerie feeling, being the only car anywhere. Instinctively he turned on the radio, until he realized there was no radio, only static. He put on a CD instead, from Lindsey Stirling.

He started thinking about Miriam. When she wrote, she used some words in French, which was normal because she was Canadian. But it almost seemed like she had an accent from somewhere else. He thought it was beautiful, but there was something more there. Was she from another country besides Canada? She also didn’t want to call him Jerry, like everyone else used to. She wanted to call him by his full name, Jeremiah. He thought that was unusual.

After an overnight in New Jersey, he quickly drove around New York City, through Connecticut, and into Massachusetts. He was getting nervous again, and told God, “If this doesn’t work out – I’m done!” “I’m serious too, I can’t take the loneliness anymore”. And he meant it.

 

To be continued.

Note: I have been posting fiction primarily on the weekend, but I am enjoying this series alot. So I will be posting a segment of it for the next three nights (EST). Thanks for reading!

 

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last Man on Planet Earth II – Searching

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He needed to find someone, anyone. It was the same everywhere, piles of clothes without bodies, and nothing but silence. One day he found a car with the keys in it, and drove for hours. There were no cars, and no trucks on the road, no one walking, no one hiding, they had all disappeared.

Fortunately, the electricity was still on, which meant he could pump gas. All he needed were credit cards, and the piles of clothes had plenty of them. He didn’t like doing it, but he carefully removed wallets, and decided to make searching his job. The credit cards were tools really, to help him find someone else.

He managed to find an empty house, which was for sale. It became his base of operations. The strange thing was he felt no need to defend himself. He wasn’t concerned about stocking up on guns, and he even left the door unlocked at night. He was desperate to talk to someone, and he was half hoping someone would break in, uninvited.

Day after day, week after week, he drove, widening his search each day. He realized it was a fruitless attempt, a crazy attempt, to find someone. He began searching the internet instead, with a computer he had picked up from an electronics store. He spent time in chat rooms, talk groups, Facebook, anything he could think of. He wanted to wake up from this nightmare.

Another strange thing was that he began praying, he had never done that before. He learned really, to talk out loud, as if someone was there. Maybe there was. It couldn’t hurt, that was for sure.

The only thing good about being alone, was that he could drive whatever car he wanted. He simply went to a dealer, picked one out and found the keys. He began driving a silver Mercedes. New cars were the only thing good though, and the silence outside began to wear on him. He was concerned about going insane.

Five weeks after leaving the cave he was in a routine of searching the internet, driving, and a new project of collecting can goods. He knew he would need several years of food before he could start growing anything on his own. He stored the cans in a U-Haul truck he parked in the back yard.

By week eight, he was depressed, and hardly left the house. Until one day, when he began checking chat rooms for the hundredth time. As he opened one of them up, there was a message he had not seen before. What???? It read………. “Is anybody out there??”

He looked at the calendar, and the time on the desk, and then back at the message. It had been sent, just fifteen minutes ago! He quickly typed, “Yes!! Yes!!” “I’m here!!!” Tears streamed down his face as he once again connected, to a human being. They chatted for hours, non-stop. She lived in Toronto, and her name was Miriam. “Thank God”, he said. “She’s a woman……..”

 

To be continued.

 

 

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last Man on Planet Earth

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He hid in a cave for three weeks. Fortunately, with this last biological plague, there was no more screaming coming from the valley below. Besides the water he had stockpiled, his most valued possession was his wind up radio, which didn’t need any batteries. The news had all stopped now, and he wasn’t sure how many people had died. But before the broadcasts had ended, he heard that there were a few people, known to have an immunity to the virus. Was he one of them? He wasn’t sure.

Should he go down to look around? The closest buildings were some houses, and further down the mountain, a small shopping center. After waiting two more days, he decided to give it a try, and spend no more than thirty minutes in the area, after which he would quickly retreat back to the cave. He was terrified he would catch whatever it was that had swept through the area so quickly, but his food had run out days ago. He started down the mountain, on foot.

As he walked past the houses that dotted the mountain, there was no one around. Were they all gone now? He stuck to the road as he walked, believing that if he went too close, or knocked on their doors, he would get a pistol or shotgun in his face. Nothing moved. There was only the wind, rustling through the trees.

Several miles later he made his way to the shopping center. He knew there was a 7-11, and a few small stores. Maybe he could get a sandwich at the deli. As he got closer, he could see something wasn’t right. There were clumps of something laying on the ground, he could make out a purse, next to a car with an open door. They were dead bodies!! His mind started racing, he wanted to run. But wait – there was no smell, and they weren’t quite dead bodies. What was going on here?

He noticed there was no sound here either, and the silence was heavy. He managed to calm himself down, as he carefully walked closer. His heart started pounding.

They were clothes, different piles of clothes, without anyone in them! People had fallen right where they were, shoes, belts, hats, all in a mostly neat row, making the outline of a person, but there was no body. Chill bumps ran up and down his spine.

It was very clear that whatever killed these people, dried them up so badly, that it turned their remains into dust, which then blew away in the wind. Would he catch the infection? He didn’t care anymore, he needed food, so he rummaged through the 7-11, and then the deli, loading up his backpack with as much as he could. He took off again, running up the mountain.

He felt horrible taking things that he hadn’t paid for, but he had no choice…….

 

To be continued.

 

 

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Escape XII – Help from Above

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They tried reaching the Haitian authorities for most of the night. There was no answer. Was there something wrong with their radio? Were they out of range? They couldn’t tell. Jonathan even tried using the satellite phone. Nothing.

A little after 3:00 am the rain stopped, and so did the wind. Belinda had no choice, but to start up the diesel. She kept it on a low speed, because they were running low on fuel. She and Robert took turns at the helm, or what was left of it. Elaine tried to sleep below deck, but kept waking up with nightmares. They heard her scream in her sleep several times, and Jonathan ran to her side. When he wasn’t next to his wife, Jonathan was working on the communications, or trying to.

At about 4:30 am, they noticed a vessel on the radar, moving quickly, from the exact direction of the attack. Was it the pirates? Usually fishing vessels traveled in groups, and it looked to be about the same size as the pirate vessel. They weren’t sure, but they were all awake now, and they all shared the same worried look on their faces.

At 5:15 am, Jonathan remembered the number to call, to reach a friend in the Dominican Republic. Col. Jorge Rodriguez. The Rodriguez family had been Jonathan’s friends since college, and owned a resort on the northern coast of the Dominican Republic, called Costa del Sol. The phone rang repeatedly, and Jonathan was losing patience. “C’mon!” “Pick up the phone.” He said. Then suddenly it was “Jorge!” The two talked in Spanish, while Jonathan explained what had happened. Col. Rodriguez promised he would get them some help. He wasn’t sure what kind of help yet, but promised that it would be quick. Several governments had been looking for the pirates, for months. Their favorite method, was to bait tourists and travelers with a distress call, and then attack.

At 6:05 am, the sun was coming up, and they noticed the vessel was following them. It was less than 25 miles away, and closing in. It was Elaine that first heard the jets. Two F-18 fighters came down out of the sky, with a roar. Would they attack?? No, they flew over, within 500 ft. of the surface, pulling back on their throttles so that everyone on the Escape would know, they were on their side. The jet thunder was deafening, and as they flew over, the four people on the Escape held their ears, then whooped and hollered for joy! “Yes!”, Jonathan yelled – “Go get em’ guys!”

What he did not know was that one of the pilots was Lt. Cmdr. Jacqueline Lopez. Her sidekick, in the other F-18 was Lt. James Jacoby. Their friends called them JLo and JJ. JLo was one of the best fighter pilots in the Atlantic.

When they got close (several miles away) to the pirate vessel, they could plainly see on their infrared camera, a swivel mounted, twin barreled machine gun, mounted in the bow. The plan was to come in low, and hit them with air to surface rockets. At one mile out they heard the enemy machine gun spring into action. “Break off!!”, It was JLo giving the command, and the jets split off to the left and right, pulling upward. “I’m going to enjoy frying these idiots”, JJ announced over the radio. “Not if I get them first!! And remember our bet!!” JLo was serious too. She wanted that expensive dinner out and he was going to be buying!

 

 

To be continued.

 

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Escape X – Gunfire

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“Pirates??” Jonathan’s face was covered with disbelief. “Yes, they…..” Robert was about to explain when gunfire from the other vessel erupted. “Get down!!” “Get down everyone, get down!!” He heard himself yelling. Belinda cursed below deck, while Jonathan threw Elaine down gently, and covered her with his own body. A firestorm of bullets pounded the Escape. Robert had just time enough to switch on the diesel, as he fell to take cover at the helm.

He had no choice but to take evasive action, and as he reached for the wheel, pieces of it were broken off by the impact of the 50 caliber shells. “M2 Browning”, he thought to himself, probably twin barrel. He turned what was left of the helm, to the left and then the right, and back to the left, alternating, throwing everything on board the Escape, from one side to the other.

He looked at the back of the yacht and noticed everything was shredded, including the canopy, deck furniture, and pieces of cushions were floating in the water. He continued the back and forth with the helm which caused the sails to swing wildly. It worked. As more blasts from the M2 Browning went off they mostly missed, sometimes just nicking the back of the Escape.

He heard Elaine praying over the horrible sound of the machine gun, “Please God…….I’ve come too far…..please help us!.” Was that Jonathan crying, scared of losing his wife? Belinda cursed again as he turned the piece of helm hard to the port side. He took the diesel up to ½ power, causing the Escape to lean to the right. “Hold on Jonathan!”, he yelled. The danger now was capsizing from being under full sail, and using the diesel, which was normally used only during times of no wind.

Belinda stumbled up the steps and yelled, “Here!”, throwing him a 9mm pistol. He made sure the safety was on and tucked it in his belt. Belinda went down on one knee, leaned on a railing, took aim and fired at the enemy boat. Robert yelled, “What are you doing??” “You know you’re out of range!” Belinda kept firing, emptied the clip, and reloaded quickly. “I want them to know we have firepower!” Her face was red hot with anger. Secretly she was hoping that some of the 9mm shells would fall on the pirates, if she aimed high enough.

Robert could barely control the helm, and cut back the diesel to ¼ power. The Escape pulled away, and the gunfire lessoned, falling short of the yacht. Belinda was calming down, and asked Robert, “Was that a 50 caliber?” “Yes, check on Jonathan and Elaine…….” was all he could say. They both knew that with another mile, they would be clear from the pirates.

A few minutes later, Robert was relieved to see Belinda helping Jonathan and Elaine below deck. They were emotional wrecks, but they were alive. He knew it was going to take some incredible healing to overcome this. He deeply admired this couple that had been through so much. He looked up at the sky, disgusted. He was about to launch into, “How could You let this happen……”, when he realized they were all alive, and the rigging was still in place.

 

To be continued.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings and peace to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”