Our group of eight was about ready to give up the search for permanent shelter as the glaring sun beat down on our sweat-drenched bodies. Almost out of food and water, we sat under a Yellow Poplar to gather our strength and to try and salvage what little hope we had left.
My brother Troy and I left our home in Maine when word came to us through a mutual doomsday prepper. A member of the military, he was privy to information most civilians couldn’t even wrap their minds around. For instance; all over the world, men in high places in every country were preparing deep underground bases big enough to contain thousands. With this information in our hands, we did a little research with some very talented hackers and by deciphering encrypted messages, found out information that left us stunned beyond belief. It was one word: WORMWOOD. The great star that would fall to Earth as predicted in Revelation 8:10-11. That great star, though, wasn’t a star. It was a planet. Some called it Nibiru, other’s, Planet X. Its orbit carried it around our own sun every 3,634 years and as it passed, brought with it space rocks and meteors that would rain down on our little Earth, wiping out three quarters of all life on it.
When it came, those who weren’t deep underground at the time of its passing, died instantaneously as the space rocks and debris trailing in its wake pelted Earth without mercy. Those in the know survived, but as the masses became suspicious of the disappearances of the Elite, groups were formed to find out the exact locations of the bunkers. From this knowledge they were able to overtake and conquer. But not us. Our group was well prepared far in advance, and once the signal was given, we disappeared as well. Deep into the government-made bunker we set up months in advance of Planet X’s appearance in the night sky. The takeover was swift, violent, and successful.
But of course, nothing lasts forever, not even safely tucked below the Earth and out of harm’s way. Food ran out, tempers flared, but mainly, curiosity soon became too much to bear. We had to know. But when we reached the surface, we wished we could have unseen the new Earth before us. Total devastation. Not a living creature in sight nor one building standing. Great craters peppered the landscape, some miles wide. As us seven adults and one child of ten surveyed the land, our hearts sunk, for all that we’d ever known lay before us swallowed or mangled beyond recognition. Holding hands, crying on shoulders, knees giving out, we stayed like that far into the night. Mourning life, home, and trying to except this alien landscape before us.
“Think there’s others?” I asked my brother, “We can’t be the only survivors.”
“No, of course we’re not,” Tory assured me, “a lot of bunkers were dug. The race now is for new shelter, so lets get moving.”
Kendra, our botanist expert, tested the soil, shaking her head.
“Not good,” she told us, “It’s like everything’s been flash fried. We have to keep moving, it’s going to be morning soon, I hope.”
We trusted Kendra. Before Nibiru’s space junk slammed into Earth, she was a nationally renown Botanist, famous for her missionary work in Pakistan. If anyone could find life, it was she.
“Let’s keep moving, guys,” Troy announced, “We have a lot of ground to cover before nightfall, and hopefully we’ll find shelter before then.”
Lacy and her husband, Chad, were the oldest of the group, and the worst whiners. Their former lives was that of entitlement and they complained about everything. Next, a strange girl named Raimie, about twenty or so. A loner, she never wanted to stay with the group, choosing instead to walk ahead or linger behind. Also traveling with us was nineteen year old Christopher and his ten year old brother, Gavin. Always competing or arguing, they were sometimes amusing.
The landscape confused us. Looking more like someplace in Death Valley instead of the lush, green rolling hills of the New York. Looking at the destruction brought me back to the terror of impact as the earth was hammered by space rocks and debris. We could feel the planet literally rock and shudder as we waited to die. It was the most terrifying moment of our lives.
“Hey!” yelled Raimie, ”I found something!”
She was standing up on a high, rocky ridge, looking west.
We ran up and looked in the direction she was pointing, gasping at the huge gorge in front of us. With high cliffs that ran around half of the abyss-like space in front of us, trees and lush, green fauna grew below. But what caught our eye, near the waterfall that tumbled over the cliffs, was the large, dark opening of a cave. Shelter.
“I know what this is,” Raimie told us softly, “This is Thatcher Park. I used to go here with my parents when I was a kid. Over there is a walkway that goes down and follows around the cliff to the waterfall. Indian Ladder, it was called. I can’t believe it’s still here! It looks virtually untouched!”
“Well, lead the way, my friend!” Troy laughed, “I guess it’s true what they say about still waters running deep. Looks like our girl, here, found us a piece of paradise.”
The area around the cave was everything we hoped for and more. Fresh water pouring over the cliffs like our own personal faucet, fresh greens and a deep stream for fishing. The cave itself was huge inside with rooms that went fairly deep to keep warm for the winter. If we even had a winter anymore. Laughing with joy, we hugged Raimie, much to her embarrassment and delight. We were going to be okay. Now, we just had to protect it from others. We would survive.
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