How It All Started (Pt1)

She grew up thinking her dad was a psychopath. One week, he had taken her and her brother out when she turned five, into the woods, and proceeded to teach them how to shoot an assortment of guns… How to clean those guns… The safest way to carry guns over long periods and over rough terrain.

The following week, he had taught them the good plants and bad plants to eat in the woods. Then he showed them how to build a fire from nothing, where and how to gather water, what types of animals were the easiest to catch, and how to build traps from trees and scraps. They were taught survival skills that marines knew and how to escape from tight situations. The time became blurry and he quizzed them mercilessly, making sure they understood there were dire consequences if they forgot any of it.

Then they were shown movies of the end of the world with a Christian theme. The mark of the beast. The coming of the anti-Christ. The rapture. The apocalypse. The decline of civilization into an Orwellian future. Even the church they went to was showing the same type of movies.

Why was everyone else having a normal childhood while she and her brother and she were mini-‘Rambos’? Marching around the woods building huts that could not be seen by the naked eye. Running races through fields and streams to make sure they could feel the burn in their lungs and then to keep going, to know that if they were caught meant certain death. Hotwiring cars, which meant knowing the makes and models of pre-computer chip cars and how to break into them. How to survive in winter with minimal clothing. Where to look for supplies and how to sneak around in the dark.

By the time they were ten, they were more like machines trying to blend in with normal school children. Unease followed them everywhere, always expecting that phone call from Dad to tell them to run home, it was time. Athletically, they became unparalleled. They were running for their lives.

When she left for college, she was convinced that he was the most insane man she ever knew. All of that time spent training and nothing had happened. She could have been a normal kid instead of seeing the government and evil lurking on every corner. Deciphering the news for the coming of the anti-Christ. Reading between the lines of every politician’s speech looking for the Manchurian Candidate. The tell-tale signs of the end.

11 years into her career, she stopped struggling with the weight of what she had been taught. She moved past the scarred childhood and into a place of power. She was in control of her life. Everything was going great. She was making money and had her own businesses.

And then THE VIRUS came. A global pandemic that was going to kill so many people. They shut down everything – the government, schools, businesses, meetings and anything where people could gather freely. This was the first step to total control. First step to the martial law and beginning of the One World prophecy.

Before you could gather in groups again, you had to get the vaccine. But nobody knew what was in the vaccine. If you didn’t get it, they put you into ‘hospital camps’ until you agreed. Or so we thought. A lot of people went missing. They would claim they died from the virus, yet before the camps, the virus had reportedly killed 100,000 people worldwide. Out of 7.8 BILLION people.

It had to be a joke. It was a nightmare. People weren’t even forced into house arrest; they went willingly with no questions asked. Two months later they were corralled by the Peace Corps and military, city by city, into camps until they took the vaccine. Most went freely, not caring that their rights had been completely stripped from them. The government would never hurt us, they claimed, we have to make them money. They drank the Kool-Aid, as they had from the beginning, believing the news and the widespread fear and panic. That’s what those in control had hoped for. People just wanting it to go back to normal and doing anything to make that happen.

But the new normal was no normal. The vaccine wasn’t for the ‘most deadly virus’ the world had ever seen. No, the vaccine was full of the microchip minibot that would kill you the instant you stepped out of line or thought about doing something that went against their orders. How could the world’s richest man, who was such a nerdy, cool guy who owned all these nonprofits and helped save half of Africa, really invent a way to keep track of humans and kill them off when they outlived their slave mentality?

After you got the vaccine, you acted more like a zombie. Dazed eyes, no ambition whatsoever, “yes sir” and “no ma’am”. Everyone was on autopilot. You came back less of a human and more of a robot.

Citizens in every country were given money in the form of cryptocurrency so they could survive, all dependent on the government and big business. There was no way to fight it. Even the military personnel knew they were outnumbered. The one million satellites launched into space for 5G – so we’d be better connected to the internet and ready to travel to Mars! – could fry you in one second from the inside out and keep track of your every move. If you didn’t die from satellite radiation at a normal age, the vaccine was the second choice.

This was decades of unspoken torment come to life for her. She could see the writing on the wall. This was what Dad had trained them for. She was thirty-five now. There would be no coming back from this one, humans were now targets. Humans without the vaccine were marked deadly and shoot to kill orders were put out along with their pictures.

She knew her brother had the backpacks ready. The beans and seeds, the water filtration bottles, the aluminum foil, the matches and lighters, the fishing hooks and guns, the crossbows, and extra clothing. She only had to drive five hours on backroads to meet him at the spot. The place they wouldn’t look for people without the vaccine.

The morgue.

To be continued…

Meeting At The Morgue (Pt2)

She had to say it was a great idea. Except, in reality, it was horrible. It smelled so bad. The workers had stopped putting the bodies in the freezers because they were running out of space. The temperature was lowered but it smelled like death and decay.

There was nobody anywhere close to the morgue at night. The employees exited the premises promptly at 5 pm every day. There was no overtime and they had to get home to their families so they could all watch the news together.

That’s why it was the perfect spot to meet. The morgue was six hours from Canada. Once they made it across the border, there was no stopping them. America was huge but Canada had massive land pockets where nobody lived for thousands of miles. They could disappear easily.

The only problem with the six hours to Canada was getting across the border. Borders were being patrolled by the Artificial Intelligence Units (AIU’s). Everybody had poo-pooed the Artificial Intelligence (AI) advancements made in China for sex dolls. Nobody was paying attention to the AI’s used by the CIA. They were mythically incorruptible and would self-implode if any hacker could breach their system.

Nobody had seen the AI’s at the border. They could hide in plain sight by blending in with native scenery. Which meant they could look like a tree or a building and shoot anyone down before they realized what was going on.

It was a good thing Sam had the drones in the bags. They would have to sacrifice one of them to draw the AI’s out.

She could see the headlights of Sam’s jeep but not hear it. He had rebuilt the jeep from scratch when he bought it as only a jeep frame from an auction for $200. She laughed quietly to herself. How could a 4×4 jeep have stealth mode?

After she erased all traces of her being in the morgue, she met him in the back.

“You didn’t take anything from the morgue, did you,” Sam asked her quietly.

“No. We can get anything we need once we cross the border. Nice to see you too.” She gave him a hug. “Let’s get this party started. We have a long night ahead of us. I say we daytime patrol for two days to spot the AI’s on the border.”

“We can. Or we can use the device I have that detects radio and microwaves,” Sam replied.

“Oh, that’s much more convenient. Anything else in your goodie bag I need to know about, brother?”

“Everything is nicely packed and the jeep is locked and loaded. I don’t need you messing everything up until we figure out a good place to settle. Did you bring the maps, Yael?”

“What kind of question is that, Samson? We drive through Montana and all of the way up through Alberta to the Northwest Territories. Or the Yukon if we have to switch it up. It won’t be hard to steer clear of the 40,000 people that live in either territory. It’s Alberta I’m worried about. Four million people walking around like zombies with their cell phones on alert to tell the police of any out-of-place people,” she finished, sighing with the reality of the whole apocalyptic situation that they were facing.“

It’s Alberta I’m worried about. Four million people walking around like zombies with their cell phones on alert to tell the police of any out-of-place people,” she finished, sighing with the reality of the whole apocalyptic situation that they were facing.“

Oh, but Montana will be a cakewalk? And the border? We are on stealth mode and can go off-road at any time. Nothing can sense the vehicle until it’s within sight. Traveling during the day will help us out but either way, there’s no telling how far the governments have gone on either side of the border,” Sam said.

He stared at the road. It would be one long night of driving. “Take a nap, sis. We need to both be on alert tomorrow. I’ll wake you up to switch.

”Yael would try to sleep. Trying to sleep as she thought about having watched civilization completely be taken over and humans reduced to empty-minded nothings until they outlived their purpose to the New World Order. “Sure, a nap will be easy. I’ll just pretend we’re at home and it’s all normal. Nothing to see here. Just a brother and sister escaping the mandated microchip vaccine before the end of the world,” she smiled ironically.

After all, she thought, did the reality come true because they had trained for it in childhood? Don’t we create our own realities? Or was this how it was going to be? No amount of meditating and manifestation was helping anyone now. She wondered about the spiritual gurus and their followers. Had they submitted to the vaccine or did they all die together?

There had been rumors of the entire church, temple, and mosque congregations refusing the vaccine and being blown to smithereens. Or ‘dying from the pandemic’… if people were listening to the so-called media.

There was no way to know what was happening in other parts of the world or even in their nation. Everything was covered up by the media. Journalism had completely died in the USA around the time JFK was assassinated and the term “Conspiracy Theorist” was coined by the CIA for anyone that questioned the impossibility of Oswald murdering JFK.

From what she had seen on the last television she saw at a gas station one week ago, they kept continually playing media reports showing happy vaccine takers and government warnings stating the vaccines were mandatory and anyone who didn’t submit would be outcast and put in jail.

Apparently, she and her brother hated submitting. To anything.

She thought back to the time their dad had shown them how to build a bomb. He had claimed it was a great distraction and could help them out of a tight situation. As she had sat at the desk shaking and trying to not blow herself up, her dad had said to her, “Remember Yael, it’s not about if you die, it’s that you didn’t submit to their lies and control. What is the point of living if you are a slave to their system?

”Indeed. What was the point, Dad? Here she and Sam were, driving 500 miles to the border on backroads and acting as if tomorrow was a normal day, like going to the mall. They were going shopping for AI’s at a border crossing, blow them up and then sneak over the border with a backseat full of weapons and food.

As she dozed off with her head against the window, she knew there was nobody she would rather be with for the end of the world than her brother.