BREAKOUT
Darrell Maloney
This is a work of fiction. All persons depicted in this book are fictional characters. Any resemblance to any real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Copyright 2014 by Darrell Maloney
A recap of FINAL DAWN, the first book in this series
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Sometimes the gods of fate smile upon you, and bestow upon you a treasure of such magnitude, such wonder, that you pinch yourself over and over until you finally believe it’s really real.
And sometimes those same gods bestow upon you a bowl of smelly, steaming crap.
They seldom do both within the same week.
Mark Snyder seldom played the lottery himself. He considered it a hopeless waste of money. But the love of his life, Hannah Jelinovic, played regularly. And sweet Hannah had been sick in bed for two days and hadn’t been able to get out.
So on a lark, Mark picked up a ticket for her. The right numbers came up and Hannah and Mark were suddenly multi-millionaires. Things seemingly couldn’t be better.
But not so fast. The very next day Hannah went back to work as a contractor for NASA, tracking meteorites and asteroids in the heavens. She discovered a new one. One that was heading for earth. And it was bigger than the one that wiped out the dinosaurs four million years before.
For her efforts, Hannah was demoted and threatened with prison if she disclosed the information to anyone.
“But why?” she asked.
“Because it won’t be here for almost three years. We have plenty of time to divert it or destroy it. Telling the public will just cause panic.”
But Mark and Hannah knew better than to trust the government. They began using their newfound wealth to prepare for Armageddon.
The couple enlisted the help of Mark’s brother Bryan and Hannah’s best friend and co-worker Sarah. They purchased an abandoned salt mine that would afford them the protection they needed to survive deep underground.
Then it was just a matter of getting it ready. They created a list of those they’d take into the mine with them. Those family members and close friends who made the cut would become part of the forty who would spend five to seven years underground. Waiting for the dirt kicked up by the meteorite designated Saris 7 to fall back out of the atmosphere, so that the sun would shine through again and thaw a frozen earth.
There were a million and one things to consider. It wasn’t just a matter of buying food and water for forty people for seven years. That would have been tough enough. But to do so secretly required a lot of planning.
And there were other things as well. The group had to plan for electrical power, fuel, supplies, medicine, and a thousand other things we take for granted until faced with not having them anymore.
Meanwhile, Hannah and Sarah waited for their employer to do the right thing… to tell the public what was coming, and let the world prepare for it. They heard from an insider that there are no plans to save the world. Only a chosen few in Washington and their families and friends. The President of the United States had a place to hide, in the cold war bomb-proof shelters beneath the streets of Washington. And he had plans to take four hundred or so others with him. Family, friends, cronies. For the rest of the United States, they’d be on their own.
For Hannah and Mark, Sarah and Bryan, that just wouldn’t do. The girls risked prison to go on national television to tell the world. Then they went into hiding in the mine.
The federal government, of course, tried to discredit them and claimed it was a hoax, until other scientists began speaking publicly around the world to support Hannah’s claims.
Faced with undeniable evidence of the truth, the President had to backtrack. He shifted to his Plan B… another lie.
“Don’t worry,” he told his citizens. “We have a plan. We’ll work with the Chinese. By combining their rockets with our nuclear warheads, we can send up a weapon capable of diverting the meteorite onto another path.”
People around the world were conflicted. They desperately wanted to believe. No one wanted to die. But they knew they couldn’t trust their governments. Some panicked. Some rioted. Some calmly accepted their fate.
And some, like Mark and Hannah, continued to prepare for the end.
A few days before impact, the mine was finally ready. The group gathered up family and friends and gave them shelter. It wasn’t a tropical paradise, but it would enable them to survive.
Final Dawn ended when Saris 7 collided with the earth. Around the world, millions were dying. But hidden deep within an old salt mine outside of Junction, Texas, these forty would survive.
A recap of HIDDEN, the second book in this series
For six and a half years, the world had grown dark and cold. Outside the mine, the survivors struggled to stay alive. The worst of mankind reared its ugly head, as men fought each other to the death for meager provisions and belongings. But the better side of mankind was also present. Neighbor helped neighbor and strangers sometimes banded together for mutual strength and protection.
Inside the mine, the group of forty were better off than most. But they weren’t insulated from either the violence or the pain.
There were joyful times as well. New love sprouted. And Hannah’s baby, Markie Junior, was a chip off the old block. A handful to be sure, but one who spread joy and cheer to everyone around him.
The group welcomed two more into their fold amidst tragic circumstances. And it wouldn’t be the only pain they felt. Mark’s mother died while in the mine, a tragedy no one saw coming.
For years they planned and prepared. Watched the skies for relief from the haze that covered the sun and kept the earth from thawing. And when the sun finally returned, they broke out from their subterranean prison, to take up residence in a compound they’d built before the disaster.
Most of the world was dead now. But many of the people who remained were little more than animals. For a long time they followed no laws and offered no quarter. They learned to take what they wanted and to kill whoever got in their way.
The group of forty had planned carefully. Had grown a limited number of plants within the mine for the purpose of having seeds for crops. They raised livestock in the mine, and planned to form a community outside the mine when the world warmed again.
But the meteorite and its fallout wouldn’t be the only threat they were to face.
Here, in Breakout, is Book 3 of this series.
Chapter 1
Hannah hadn’t slept in a real bed for a very long time. For six and a half years she and Mark had slept on a four inch mattress in the back of a recreational vehicle, deeply hidden within an abandoned salt mine.
Oh, the mattress wasn’t that bad. Not really. And considering that most of the world was dying outside the mine while she was able to sleep safely at night, she really had nothing to complain about.
But now that the group had finally broken out of the mine and ventured out into a brave new world, Hannah was looking forward to a real bed, soft and warm and big enough to stretch out in.
And now, on their very first night outside the mine and in a nearby walled compound, she was sleeping like a baby.
Was.
But not any more.
Little Markie, almost six and a total mini-me of his father, crawled into bed beside her and poked his finger into her cheek. Three times.
“Mommy, are you awake?”
Hannah was now somewhere between slumber and consciousness, in that foggy zone where one isn’t sure whether or not they’re dreaming.
But she sure hoped she was.
Then she felt it again. The tapping of the finger. And the accompanying words: “Mommy, are you awake?”
“No, honey. Mommy is sle
eping.”
Please be a dream. Please be a dream.
“Mommy, I’m afraid.”
Nothing gets a mother’s attention faster than a child who’s afraid. Hannah’s eyes were instantly open, her mind immediately searching for whatever had frightened her dear child.
She looked at Markie, lying in the bed beside her.
“Afraid of what, little sailor?”
“I don’t like this place. I want to go home.”
Her heart sank.
She lifted up the covers so little Markie could crawl inside with her and Mark. Then she patted her pillow. “Lay your little head right here and snuggle with Mommy. Tell me why you’re afraid.”
“I don’t like my new bed. I want to go home.”
“Honey, we are home. We just stayed in the other place while we were waiting for it to get light again outside. And waiting for it to be warm again, so we could come out of the mine. This will be our home from now on. You’ll get used to it, I promise.”
The cramped RV in the back of the mine was the only home Markie had ever known.
“No. I don’t like it. I’m scared.”
“Why don’t you like it, honey? What scares you about it?”
“My bed is way too big. It’s big enough for monsters to live in. I don’t want to wake up and find monsters in my bed. And I can’t see you and Daddy from my new bed. I could see you and Daddy before, except when you closed the door. And then I could see the door. But I can’t even see your door from my new bed. And I’m scared.”
“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry.”
She held him close.
“I know for a fact that no monsters will ever get in your bed. No monsters are allowed in this building. Your daddy put a big sign out in front that says ‘Monsters Go Away.’ So all of the monsters have to go bother somebody else. They can’t even come in here.”
“Can’t they break in?”
“Nope. We have monster proof locks. We had to order them special from the Monster Proof Store. And your silly daddy, he hung them upside down the first time. So Uncle Bryan had to come and show him how to do it right.”
“Daddy is pretty silly, huh?”
“You got that right, little buddy. He’s sillier than all the sand on the beach.”
“No, Mommy. He’s sillier than all the stars in the sky.”
“No, little sailor. He’s sillier than all the water in the ocean.”
Markie’s face grew serious.
“Mommy?”
“Yes, sir?”
“I’ve never seen those things… stars and beaches and oceans. Except in picture books. Will I ever get to see them for real?”
She brushed aside some hair that had fallen into eyes.
“Oh, yes. Maybe not the ocean. We’re very far away. And the beaches, well, they’re the oceans’ next door neighbors. We’ll try to take you to see both of them someday. But the stars, the stars live right here with us in our new home.”
“They do? For the reals?”
“Yes, sir. For the reals.”
“When can I see them?”
“I’ll tell you what. Tomorrow night we’ll ask Daddy how to get up to the roof. And we’ll all go up there, and if it’s not too cloudy, maybe we can see the stars. Oh, and maybe even the moon too.”
His eyes grew as big as saucers.
“The moon too?”
“Yep. If it’s out. Sometimes it hides for a few days.”
“Oh, I hope it’s not hiding. I want to see it and the stars.”
Hannah turned her head to look at Mark. He was still sleeping like a baby, his mouth open and a long line of drool soaking his pillow. He very softly snored, but not enough to keep anyone else from sleeping.
That, apparently, was little Markie’s job.
“Honey, if Mommy lets you snuggle and sleep with her tonight, can we figure out what to do about your bed tomorrow?”
“Okay, deal. And can we put a ‘Monsters Go Away’ sign on my bedroom door, just in case they accidentally get in?”
“Okay, deal.”
He snuggled against Hannah’s bosom and put his arm around her. Or at least as far as it would reach. She held him close.
But before she drifted back to sleep, her curiosity got the best of her.
“Markie?”
“Yes, Mommy?”
“How come every time you get scared, you always wake me up instead of your daddy?”
“Because you’re softer.”
Chapter 2
Mark woke up before the alarm went off, and for a brief moment panicked when he didn’t recognize his surroundings.
Then he remembered they’d moved from the mine into the compound, and felt foolish. He’d make a point not to tell Hannah. She loved to make fun of him. And he did plenty of dumb things over the course of the day to give her reason to giggle. No sense in volunteering more.
Hannah was still sound asleep. So was Markie, lying sideways on the big bed with his feet resting on Hannah’s head. Mark noted that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.
He very quietly took his digital camera out of the dresser drawer where he’d placed it the previous day. He made sure the flash was off, and checked the light sensor, hoping there was enough existing light in the room to take a photo. There was, so he snapped two. One from far away, to capture the whole scene. Another close up, capturing Markie’s little feet atop Hannah’s tangled hair.
She’d hate the photo, as she hated every photo of her with less than perfect hair.
But these photos weren’t for Hannah. They were for Markie, and he would love it. When he eventually saw it. But it wouldn’t be for awhile.
Starting when Markie was a baby, just a couple of days old, Hannah had a brilliant idea.
“Let’s take photos of him, throughout his childhood. We’ll show some of them to him occasionally. But we’ll keep most of them, the best ones, a secret. And on his eighteenth birthday, to celebrate his growing up and becoming a man, we can present them to him. Can you imagine how cool it will be for him to relive his entire childhood, all at once?”
Hannah always had the best ideas.
He was reminded for the thousandth time how lucky he was to have her.
He placed the camera back in the drawer and carefully leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. Then he gathered some clothes and stepped into the shower.
For so long he’d had to take three minute showers to conserve water. In the mine, he turned the water on for only a few seconds, to wet his body and hair. Then he took his time lathering his body and shampooing his hair before turning the water back on and spending a couple of minutes rinsing it back off again.
It was such a habit that he caught himself reaching for the handle to turn the water off as soon as he was wet.
Then he remembered that part of his life was behind him now.
“Screw that,” he said to himself. And he stood with his back to the shower for a full ten minutes, letting the hot water wash over his shoulders and down his back.
He was going to like these new accommodations.
When he stepped out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later, Hannah and Markie were still sound asleep. Markie had rolled over and was on his stomach now, but his feet still maintained their positions atop his beauty’s head.
He smiled and shook his head, then walked out the door.
Chapter 3
Mark passed the security control center on his way to the kitchen for breakfast. John was already hard at work, watching all the monitors, trying to determine if there were any blind spots they didn’t cover that would allow marauders to sneak up on them.
John was a Dallas cop for many years, and the logical choice to be their chief of security. He took the job seriously. It was a given that he’d do everything in his power to keep the unwanted and unwelcome out of the compound. And that if someone did break in, he’d be their first line of defense. He’d gladly give his life to save any of the others. No one wanted that to happen, of cour
se. But just knowing it was enough for the others to appreciate his efforts. He was therefore easily the most beloved man in the compound. The ladies went out of their way to bake him cookies and to give him extra big portions of his favorite food. The men let him beat them at pool and at cards. John thought he was the best pool player in the group. But everyone other than him knew the truth.
John asked Mark, “I know there’s a thousand and one things to do today. Are you going to address the group?”
“I thought I would, but only for a moment. Just long enough to ask them to carry on the same duties they had in the mine. At least for the time being. It’ll be a lot easier that way, knowing that I don’t have to wonder whether the cattle are being fed and such.”
“Robbie already asked me what he’s going to do now that he no longer has to work in the water plant, collecting and recycling water. Have you given any thought to that?”
“Yes. We’ll have several people who will fall into that category. The three guys in the water plant. The three in the power plant. I thought we’d ask them to become farm hands, or to help Karen in the greenhouse. We’re also likely to need more help with the livestock, as the herds start to grow.”
“Good idea. That’ll make Robbie happy. I got the impression he was bored because he didn’t have to go stir the water pools first thing this morning.”
“Yeah. Old habits do die hard, don’t they?”
Mark walked over to the dining room, and was greeted by smiles and the sweet smell of bacon wafting over from the adjacent kitchen. Everyone seemed to be in good spirits. A couple of them complimented Mark on the job they’d done designing the facility.
“Oh, trust me,” he said. “Hannah made all the key design decisions. I just made sure her wishes got done. But you’re right. She did a really great job.”
He looked around and saw that a few were missing besides Hannah and Markie. That was okay. They deserved to sleep in after all they’d endured in previous years.
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