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House Calls -- Part I
In the aftermath of destruction that had hit the city by the lake, there stood a beacon of hope and safety. Even though the rest of the country was spared, those who lived on the shores of the great lake were not so fortunate. Amidst the chaos and destruction there stood a building, several buildings really, tall on the desolate plain. It could be seen for miles in almost any direction.
It became a point of contention, hospitality, safety and sudden violence. For behind these walls were those with compassion for their fellow man. For those seeking help those inside these walls were there to console and heal. For those seeking to dominate and take for themselves, there was violence beyond their comprehension. For among the doctors and nurses and gentle people at Campus Du Page there was a warrior. A warrior armed with weapons of such power as to be able to dominate or destroy all those who came to do harm.
John had wanted to keep Michelle and Susan out of what was to come but it was inevitable and planned that they were together at the time the six bombs were detonated. The bombs were nuclear, but advanced force field technologies were used to place fields around the explosions before any radiation could escape. The shock waves were another story, they caused devastation beyond comprehension.
The devastation caused by the weapons was complete. But through it all there were survivors, survivors who would need food and medical attention. It was expedient to make the medical building and those surrounding it a place where any survivor could come for comfort and aid.
In the days and weeks that followed many came. Those who came truly looking for aid were welcomed with open arms. Those who came looking to take for themselves were dealt with harshly as there was no time to coddle or try to rehabilitate them. John simply took them to task, killing when necessary, drove them away with directions to the nearest evacuation station on the frontier.
For those inside the zone of destruction had been isolated from the rest of the world until the government was sure there were no toxins and contaminates in the air and if there were they could be cleaned from the sky and the earth. They were therefore basically on their own, except for the ever increasing supply drops every now and then. With time the days became routine within the Campus of Du Page.
It had been three months since the event and their day to day lives had settled into a routine. Sixteen hours on eight off. There was nothing else, but work for those at Du Page. People to care for, food to prepare, things to repair, watches to stand. For there were those still out there that would try to gain power by any means necessary, power for them alone.
