Author's Note:
This story might just be a little prophetic, I wrote it way back in 2014. There is no sex in this story, just fiction.
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The Darkness of Night
With the coming of winter, we were indoors more than any other time of the year. Year, it was the thirtieth year after the end of the world as it had been known. It was 2053 and the world was experiencing another little ice age. We had migrated south from our summer home in the Wisconsin Territory, where we farmed our one hundred acres.
Here in our winter home in the Southern Missouri Territory, we farmed a fifty-acre plot with a great view of the ocean. It had taken my parents a long time to acquire our first fifty-acre grant of land. When the new government had federalized all the land in the Midwestern Territories and started the Great Land Grant Lottery of 2025, my parents stood in line for three days. They were the last ones allowed in to sign their names for a land grant at the county seat of Lufkin County in the Wisconsin Territory.
Until then, everyone was just squatting on land, claiming all they could as their own. It had been a struggle since the original government had collapsed in 2025. Back then, I had been a baby raised by my parents in my grandparent's home. Grandma actually raised me and was my best friend for most of my young life. I remember her like it was yesterday. My grandfather, as I remember had been a kind man, set in his ways, but wise.
I do not remember much else from my days as a toddler except my grandfather holding me when I cried and carrying me upstairs to spend time with both him and Grandma. I think I was ten years old when my grandfather died. I remember crying a lot then. My older sister has told me some of what I relate here, my parents have told some, the rest I discovered on my own from various sources.
It was 2008 the presidential elections were to be held in November. I was two at the time so none of this meant anything to me. All I cared about was eating, playing and getting held by someone. In 2009, the new president took the oath of office. Six months after he took office, New York City disappeared in a flash of light. A commercial jetliner carrying several small nuclear devices crashed in Central Park. On impact, the devices detonated. Four million people ceased to exist.
The new President's response, negotiations, and from what I could learn, the government intelligence agencies knew exactly who had bombed our country, but our Commander in Chief only wanted to talk, no plans for retaliation of any kind. Now I am not a violent girl, but if someone punches me in the nose, I punch back, hard.
His lack of willingness to hit back showed his weakness to our enemy, causing the city of San Francisco as the next city nuked. The people were outraged. The people made a demand for a recall of the president. Some of the Armed Forces were planning to move on Washington D.C. The Senate was in closed session when the capital building crumbled to the ground in shards. The government was in turmoil. The Secret Service walked off the job. The Chief of Staff had the President arrested. The Vice President left town for the same reasons that the arrest of the president took place.
From what I could learn, this was very irregular. Never in our history as a country had an arrest of a sitting president by the military took place nor have they not allowed the Vice President to assume the presidency. The populous and the military petitioned the Supreme Court to decide the matter. They found the president negligent in the performance of his duties as Commander in Chief of our Nation. That is when the Second Civil War of the United States of America started.
My family fled to Kentucky. An isolated farm in the western part of the state, it had been in my grandmother's family for hundreds of years. My grandfather started to build an arsenal of weapons. My father helped. We had a garden and a milk cow, some chickens and a couple of pigs. We were fairly well off for the first couple of years. Then those others came.
After that, it was a battle to keep the livestock alive. They destroyed the garden as the civil war had come to our neck of the woods. We tried to stay out of it, but when a group of the DNC showed up at the house demanding that we join them in the fight against the RNC, my grandfather refused. Twenty-three men died that day. My Grandma wounded along with my big sister, was in bad shape.
Three men survived out of twenty-three. My grandfather told them to leave and never come back. They told him they would be back with more men. He shot all three as they walked away. My father and grandfather worked all night digging graves and burying the dead. My grandfather patched up my sister and Grandma as best he could. Then he and my father prepared for the worst. They knew someone would come looking for those men, they just did not know when.
