Dies the Fire

Roger Martino awoke to light streaming into his room. He swore silently to himself and rolled over to check his alarm clock. It was blank. No wonder it didn't wake him up. He slapped it out of frustration, but of course, nothing happened. Must have been a power outage, he thought, as he got out of bed and went into the bathroom to pee.

As he finished his business, he went into the living room. He checked the alarm clock again to make sure the power hadn't come back on while he was pissing. It hadn't. He shrugged. Out here, on a power line only three households were hooked up to, it was unlikely power would come back on until much later in the day if there had been a big outage in the area. Looking out the living room window he figured it had to be around nine o'clock in the morning. His sons weren't up, of course, they'd be asleep until noon if their alarms didn't wake them up. Sighing, and muttering something about lazy kids, he banged on both of their doors. "Wake up! You're burning daylight!" he yelled. That was his favorite John Wayne line to quote, especially to wake up his sons. When he didn't get a response, he banged on the doors again. His oldest son, William, yelled, "I'm up!". The younger one, Roger, Jr. didn't reply. He continued to bang on the door. Will yelled he was ready again, but Roger ignored him (their doors were right next to each other, and the walls were thin), eventually he opened the door just as Will was coming out of his.

"Wake up, Junior!" Roger yelled to his son who lay in bed, pretending to be asleep. Their dog Scooter ran out the door, he slept in Junior's room and was more then willing to get up and start his day. Will grabbed his leash and took him outside to do his duty. Junior finally got up. "Hurry up and eat, we've lost power, I'm late for work. You boys need to feed the horses, clean the kitchen, and, if we get power again, I want you to vacuum the living room."

Roger left before Junior had any time to complain about the tasks handed out to him. Grabbing the telephone, he began to dial his work, only to find the phone was dead. It was odd, the phone lines worked even if the power was out. Perhaps something had happened to both the telephone lines and the power lines. He sighed and grabbed his cell phone. To his despair it, too, was dead. "Damnit!" he said in frustration, as he clapped the flip-phone shut. "Roger, let me use your cell phone. I have to call work to let them know I'll be coming in late." Junior mumbled "Fine..." and fetched his father his cell phone. However, it, too was dead. So was William's.

Swearing his luck, he went out to the car. The doors were always unlocked, there were too few people around to worry about anyone stealing anything. As he sat down on the driver's seat, he slammed the door (his mood was worse then it would have been as well due to the lack of coffee) and shoved the key in the ignition. He turned it, but nothing happened. He tried again. And again. Swearing he got out and slammed the door shut again. He had just had the electronics in the car fixed but apparently the mechanics were incompetent. He marched down the driveway to their old truck. It was a big monster, and only used to haul hay for the horses any more these days. Climbing into the cab, he tried the ignition. It wouldn't work, either.

Needless to say, the rest of the day was spent in frustration. It also went by in isolation. None of the Martinos had any idea about the "change" that happened during the wee hours of the morning. The power didn't come back on that night, but they had plenty of canned food that they didn't need to use any electricity to eat. The next day went by about the same. However, if things didn't start working soon, he'd have to walk into town later this week and raise some hell to get the power back on.

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Basically, orders are to sit tight. The Martinos don't really know what's going on, they just believe to be having some bad luck with their electronics right now.

I may have forgotten to mention that they have 3 horses and a dog, as well tools found on a small farm: a couple axes, shovels, hay hooks, saddles, bridles, halters, etc. I'm basing this whole family on my own just to make it easier for me to know what I'm dealing with and how realistic to write these stories, lol.
 
Orders for the Smoky Mountain survivors:
Retreat to the mountains, find a defensible position, hunt for meat, and gather eatable plants. The main character's a botanist, so this shouldn't be too difficult. Lastly, figure out what's going on. I'll write a story when the next update comes. I don't have anything to work with.
 
OOC: Haha I love bestshot's story! So delightfully American. I can't wait to find out what happens to Roger!

IC-

"What is this?" asked Simon Wales of nobody in particular as the light streamed across the sky, unforgivingly bright. It seemed to bathe everything in perfect wholeness, and didn't seem to have any particular source except... everywhere. From the balcony of his small, old house, he saw the light swell and fill the burbs, drenching Cavehill in a perfect light and reflecting perfectly off the Lagan. It was every noon in the world focused above Belfast, a light more perfect than day...

And as quickly as it appeared, it was soon gone, and the light faded into the pale morning glow. Something was different, however. Simon thought on it for a second as he gazed into the city, and stroked his beard some.

"Ah, what a drab," he growled, continuing to stroke his black beard. His eyes, colored a pale blue, narrowed slightly as he continued to look out. "The lights are gon'."

What came next horrified him even as it inspired him into an awestruck silence. A terrible roar filled the air, and an aeroplane fell from the sky, embedding itself into the Obel Tower, introducing an unwelcome addition to the building's architecture that proved irreconcilable. The building did not burn, however; in fact it smoldered gently and the light the embers provided made the scene seem more natural than the ill darkness that was present before.

"It's a sign," said Simon in a volume barely above a whisper, "the Rapture?"

He flew down the steps of his two-story shack and with momentum ran right out the front door, grabbing a coat as he did and dashed to his car. A rusty old lorry, good enough for moving pipes and other plumbing equipment - his standby since the firm let him go on account of being temporarily blind and whatnot.

With a wrenching movement he jerked the door open and sat down heavily in the driver's seat, jamming the key into the ignition after a spot of fiddling on his chain. He turned the key and was disappointed to find no effect.

Disappointed is not the correct word. In fact, it frustrated him heavily. "Ye damned mobile," he shouted, "Why don't ye start?" He slammed the wheel with his hands and paused for a moment.

"Hmm."

He got out of the car and popped the hood, inspecting the machinery inside. He was no automobile mechanic, but he knew his way around a car engine - with sufficient time and patience, of course. Being an engineer, in came with the territory.

He inspected the transmission. Perfect. Oil, brake fluid, ignition, engine - all seemed to be connected to each other and by all the laws of the universe the lorry should have only protested slightly before coughing into action. He looked at the battery and could tell nothing. This is because he knew very little about batteries and circuits.

"I'll have to bring it up with me brother Daniel," he said, nodding, "I guess I'm not goin' anywhere."

He slammed the hood down and leaned against the lorry, sighing heavily. As he looked around him, he noticed the electricity off in every house nearby. A slight chill went down his spine. His mind wandered to the light he saw earlier.

He needed a few minutes to put two and two together.

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"Ahm tellin ye', Daniel," urged Simon with the kind of religious fluency that comes with piety, "It was a sign from the Almighty."

"An' a mighty fine sign it is!" snapped Daniel in response, his voice slightly higher pitch and definitely quicker to crack like a whip than Simon's, whose voice more closely resembled a long growl, "I tell ya, if I saw that Jesus fella' in the streets, I'd give 'im the back of me fudging' hand for what 'es done 'ere."

"Ah don't reckon it was Jesus," said Simon before Daniel cut him off again.

"Countless casualties, Simon!" said Daniel slowly, as if trying to explain it to someone who did not understand, "'Ardly the work of a divine being."

"What othe' explanation is there?" growled Simon, drawing himself up to his full height - or approximately equal to Daniel's, "Certainly this was no act of man. We're men o' science, you 'n me, my brother. An' ye know that whenever you've eliminated the impossible-"

"Then what remains 'as to be true," finished Daniel, casting a cockeyed gaze at his 'dear' brother Simon.

There was a moment of silence as the two stared at each other. With a big sigh, Daniel sat down at his table. It was a cloudy day out and it looked like rain was coming, which only bore on his mood all the more. Suddenly - expertly - Daniel leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms backwards to open a cupboard and extract a bottle of whiskey. No glasses.

"Ah need a damn drink," he said miserably, "Technology's fecked. Our professions fecked. Humanity? Fecked."

Simon sat down opposite Daniel as he undid the rubber stopper and drowned his sorrow in fermented grain mash. "I don't think as much, Daniel."

"Ye never did," snapped Daniel, setting down the bottle and coughing lightly.

"Nae, I reckon ye consider this: it ain't an act of nature, it undid nature. Science what makes sense t' you and I don't have any more consequence," Simon proceeded, ignoring Daniel's hostility. "So then it be an act of the Almighty, but in these past few days 'ave you seen a battle between heaven 'n hell?"

"Bloody not," replied Daniel, answering the rhetorical question.

"So then it ain't the Almighty, least not as you, I, or the Bible is concerned."

"Don't ye lump me in with that," interrupted Daniel, "I never bought the Jesus bollocks."

Simon shook his head. "Tha's what I'm sayin', it ain't Jesus. No Rapture. No Armageddon. I think," he said, pausing for effect, "I think it be a force of its own right."

Daniel raised an eyebrow.

"This light be a supernatural bein', or the cause of one, I suppose," Simon went on, "For better or worse, 'n even whether ye choose to believe it or drink yer whiskey, it's here 'n it is usherin' in a new age."

"And a damned age it be."

"It doesn't 'ave to be damned, me brother."

Daniel paused for a moment before takin' another swig, and set the bottle down. "An' who the hell d'you s'pose ye are? Visionary o' this Light? Father Simon Wales!"

"'Ah was blind, but now ah see,'" Simon responded with the faintest hint of a grin.

Daniel shook his head as he stared at Simon, a disdainful smile crossing his face, "Ye're a bastard."

"Oh well," said Simon with a shrug, standing up and shouldering a military-grade shoulder-bag, "Daniel, ah'll need what help you can give in th' days to come."

"Ah'll be 'appy to give it, m'dear brother," responded Daniel sarcastically, dousing himself with the whiskey once more, "Jus' don't expect me to wire any circuits, they don't do a damn t'ing innamore."

"Give us people a little credit," said Simon reproachfully, "Long as Irishmen got whiskey, they got a place to go."

With a wave Daniel dismissed Simon, and with a shrug Simon was dismissed.
 
Timothy woke up for the second time that night, when he awoke he heard what sounded like chaos outside he went over to the widow drew the noises and saw utter chaos, people running around looting stores
and other chaotic events. He looked ver at the clock to see the time and
it wa blank, the power was still out "Dammit you'd think the power opperators could get something right for once".
He then lookdd at the 200$ watch on his hand it said 1:03
he was confused what would make his watch go out at that
time?? He then went to the other room in the hotel and woke up his friend told him what was going on and how nothing worked then he told him to watch his kids while he went out to go ask what was going on.

As Timothy left the room he tried the elvator and waited for what seemed like forever and sad " Are you ******kidding me it's not working either" and ran down the stairs as fast as he could once he got to the lobby he saw no one was at the front desk, which he thought was strange. He then walked outside to the mayhem that ensued and tried to stop people and ask what was going on he managed to stop a lady in her 20s with blonde hair.
He asked her what happened and she told him how nothig worked not cars, guns, telephones, everything that makes us modern humans. Then Timothy explained how he needed to get back to his wife in Sun Valley and how he was here on a skiing trip, the lady whoa name was Ellen old Timothy that she lived in Boise which is about 200 miles from Sun Valley so Ellen asked if she could travel with Timothy telling him she knew lots of outdoorsie stuff, he agreed and they walked up to the room and he was about to try his key card but Ellen said "It won't work remmber" and he said "oh right.. I forgot we live in the dark ages now" and knocked on the door, Pat his friend let him in and they talked about the situation and decided they could walk to Sun Valley and made plans for the trip ..
 
Orders:
-Having been bing drinking at party for New Years wake up in pool of vomit and bodily fluid on floor of dorm
-Be all like WTH yo?
-Find advil and water for splitting hangover
-See who's hooked up with who
-Draw penises on faces of ppl still passed out
-Realize nothing is working
-Be all like WTH yo?
-Realize something weird has happend
-Arm self with blunt or sharp object
-Attempt to rouse passed out compatriots
-Gather together in dorm
-Realize some weird crap is going on
-Break stuff inside dorm for fun, especially the douchey RA's stuff
-Realize situation may be serious
-Barriacade doors and windows take stock of situation and provisions
-Scout out campus and see whats going on
-Since everyone else is looting we might as well also. Looting is fun. Begin looting nearby stores and buildings in and around the campus. Gather supplies and nonsense.
-Attempt to find common cause with other groups.
-Use oppurtunity to take out years of pented up anger against the establishment and attack the campus offices fin aid and admissions for being the two biggest most inefficent beuracractic morasses everrrrr
-Revenge sated turn thoughts to future decide to stay in NYC for time being, roads are too clogged with people and besides plenty of supplies to loot here and so much to break.

Story will come on Friday when midterms aren't killing me.
 
Pedro Cardenas Orders:

-Remain in Mexico City and continue to try to maintain order throughout the City.
-Any military/law personel that are fleeing from their respective districts that the group come across will attempt to be drawn to remain with the group.
-If :p the situation starts becoming dire(heavy resistance, disorder, low food etc) Pedro and the group will look to move away from their position to other areas of the city still in order and join with these various groups.
-If other ordered locations cannot be found or get overrun as well Pedro and any remaining survivors of the group will seek to flee the city. In the event of leaving the city Pedro and the group are to attempt to move to the East towards his fathers farm.
-Looting for food and supplies will not occur with the group unless the group seek to flee the city.
-Although looting will not occur until the situation is dire Pedro and the group will attempt to find or make weapons to assist in maintaining order where possible.
-Pedro and the group are initally only willing to detain dissenters but as the situation becomes dire eliminating them will become more likely.

OOC: I'm taking the stance that Pedro has faith in the governments ability to maintain order and law until the situation looks very bleak.
 
Very nice stories from all of you, if ya'll keep going like this, we're in for a very fun NES.
 
Ivan woke to the new day like any other, he got up and went to have a shower. Which is exactly when, after getting undressed and into the shower of course, that he noticed either the power was down or he'd run out of water after the shower worked for approximately 3 seconds before failing miserably. Only feeling mildly irritated he got out, dressed and then went to check the fuses and the water tank just in case he'd somehow not noticed his water running out or his fuses blowing. Everything was how it should be so he decided to go find his mobile and call the power company.

Of course it wouldnt be that easy, his phone was dead. In fact after careful examination, everything was dead. He gazed out the window over the valley and noticed no lights on in neighbouring houses and everyones cars were sitting where they'd been left the night before. He could see a few neighbours gathered around one of their cars, trying to start it by the look of things and not having much success. Grabbing his keys he ran downstairs and outside to try his. Nothing, not even a murmur, he turned the keys over and over and still nothing happened. This was getting weirder and weirder.

He pocketed his keys and ran upstairs, his 16 year old son Nikolai, sat staring disconsolately at the tv that for the life of him wouldn't turn on.

"Dad is the power out again?" Nikolai asked as Ivan appeared.

"Uh maybe, give me a sec mate. Wheres your sister?" Ivan replied as he strode towards his bedroom.

"Still sleeping, as usual."

"Right, good, I'll be right back."

Ivan opened his bedroom door to find his wife still sleeping as well, sleep ins ran in the family. He sat down on the side of the bed next to her and gently woke her up, "Honey, looks like the powers down and the cars arent starting either. I'm going to take Nik and go see what i can find out from nearby, maybe stop by the store and the town hall see whats going on, you stay here with Katie and watch over the place, we wont be long."

Sarah woke quickly and listened intently, "Ok, what do you think it is? That light last night?"

"Maybe im not sure, could be an EMP but i've got no idea who would drop an EMP in Hobart. We'll only be a couple of hours at most, be careful of who comes knocking on the door though, things like this can make people do strange things."

She grinned tightly and rose to get dressed as Ivan left the room and went back to find Nikolai reading a book, "He takes after me in more ways then he thinks", Ivan felt ruefully with a smile.

"Come on mate we're gonna go check out whats going on."

"What do you mean, its just a power out this happens all the time, you know Telstra."

"I'm not so sure, the cars aren't working either. Somethings up."

Nikolai finally looked interested, put the book down and pulled his shoes on, "Where to then?"

"The store i think, see if anyone knows anything on the way. Then maybe Town Hall, bring whatever money you have we're going shopping as well, just in case."

"Just in case what?"

"Just in case tomorrow money turns back into bits of paper." Ivan responded seriously, Nikolai gave him an odd look but then shrugged, you could practically see 'whatever you say dad' etched into his expression.

After grabbing his wallet they left, wondered down the drive and off towards the only local store in the valley.

OOC:

More story to come, just wanted to get orders in so this only covers day 1 partly.
Their property is big enough to keep some animals so i've just gone ahead and given them a few goats and a horse as this is where i grew up and thats what we had so im assuming thats cool. Also as he obviously doesnt have ten followers on day one im adding them through the week. The number includes family members of course.

Also in regards to maps and orders i suppose do you want them PM'd from now on? I have not attached a map at this time but will next update.

Orders
Day 1
Go to the General store, buy up seeds and whatever food we can get asap.
On the way check in with neigbours see whats going on, Mum and Dad live just down the road so make sure they are ok.
After seeing what anyone else knows return home for the night.

Day 2
Take the horse and ride down to Glenorchy to see if they know anything more, this will take an hour or so without any road traffic. Buy more supplies if possible. Return home after learning what you can.

Day 3
Help move my parents into our house, its bigger then theirs, move all their food and stuff as well only leave behind useless things now like technology.

Day 4
By now the community should be mobilising in some respect, volunteer to help wherever i am needed. At home, start planting whatever seeds we managed to buy/have stored. The wife likes gardening so we should have some basics like tomatoes and stuff for the veggie garden. See if we cant expand that.

Day 5
A close friends family arrive, they lived in a suburban area and decided it would be better to see if they could move up here where there is more room to live. They consist of: Annie (childhood friend) her partner Seb (also childhood friend) and their two children Missy and Peter. Take them in, we have a spare room downstairs for now that they can use. Incorporate whatever supplies they thought to bring with them.

Day 6 and Day 7
Sit tight, keep an eye on how things are going around the valley. Keep an eye out for trouble between neighbours or strangers, lend a helping hand where possible.
 
Orders for the Week - Atlanta's Survivors
Scavenge anything and everything we can, attempt to claim some areas for our own, to provide protection for ourselves against raiders.

The Change in Atlanta
A great burning light seared itself into the sky and disappeared into nothingness. Suddenly, as quickly as the light had come, and millions of eyes had turned to it, the world beneath it darkened. City after city disappeared, its lights dwindling into nothingness, and its mark of illumination falling from the Earth.

As did the eyes of humanity look to the heavens at the light, now they did stare around in the darkness, forced to confront a primeval fear not felt truly for centuries. This darkness, only natural in the less-populated parts of the world, was fearful in its entirety and desolation. Nothing could escape it, and it covered all in a blanket of void.

In America, the darkness of course did not last long. Great explosions reached into the sky, and fire spread from the airport to the city's commercial and residential districts, setting nearly everything alight, some believed the pavement itself could be on fire at this point.

Mark Jamesfield... Was asleep. He had no idea what had just happened, and wouldn't notice until when he got up, his computer wouldn't power on.
 
Urgh... not feeling up to the flock story tonight...

I'm a little ahead of myself so I'll just post orders.

Have Wales and his flock avail themselves of tools and blunt instruments from a hardware store in Belfast West, before making their way southeast to the Belfast Botanic Gardens.

The story leading up to these activities will be posted as soon as I'm well enough to do it.
 
A brief repreive for the slackers. I have a job interview tomorrow and will be going to bed early. The update will be done when I get home from work.
 
The Flock is going to be fun. We can't have an apocalyptic game without an end-of-the-world cult. Sons of Atom, unite!

Yep the Sons of Atom is one of my influences. End-of-the-world cults are the best especially when you get to use phrases like "Holy Father" and "the Immaculate Light."
 
Hehe yes this is looking very good, out of interest did all technology (save the obvious things like planes and cars) simply shut off safely? As In did the Nuclear Power Plants simply shut down without blowing themselves up? John Birmingham (An Australian Author) wrote a book 'Without Warning' in which all humans, and apes, in the United States and bits of Canada/Mexico simply vanished over night. But because everything was still working power plants and such ran without supervision until they imploded. its worth a read, as are his Axis of Time series if you want an alternate WW2 experience tinged with near future weapons :D
 
Chapter 1: The First Week

I love those dear hearts and gentle people, who live in my home town.
Because those dear hearts and gentle people will never, ever let you down.
They read the Good Book from Fri to Monday, that's how the weekend goes.
I've got a dream house I'll build there someday, with picket fence and rambling rows.
I feel so welcome each time that I return, that my happy heart keeps laughing like a crowd.
I love those dear hearts and gentle people, who live in my home town.

Ian Piper: Luke, Maryland, United States of America

Note: Blaze Injun: if in the future you could be a bit more clear (perhaps in a brief summary before or after your story) on what it is exactly that your character is doing, I could clarify your stats, or at least update them. The story was hard to interpret, and I was unsure what it was that your character was actually doing. I need to have a simplified summary of what you're doing to accurately project what'll happen to your group and people.

The town of Luke persevered through the initial hours of the Change rather well, and order was maintained by the town's new mayor, and a conference among the Tri-Towns brought together the desire for mutual protection and safety in the wake of several small instances of civil unrest. Ian Piper was appointed as the new chief of police of Luke, leading a de facto paramilitary force to attempt to organize a strong defense against the inevitable hordes from the East Coast. Fortunately for the Tri-Towns, the local National Guard and military chose a location further east to set up a refugee camp, causing many of those fleeing to stop before they reached the perimeter. Using the time provided, the local militia and police organized road blocks and in record time, also acquired everything they could to set up a defensible position in the region.

Benedikt Margeir: Reykjavik, Iceland

As Iceland descended into the quiet of the post-Change period, people did their best to adapt to the Changed circumstances. The police preserved order on foot, while some businesses did shut their doors "for the duration." The fishing community of the town saw a booming business, as local citizens hoarded their food, buying fresh produce whenever possible. Benedikt Margeir showed more foresight than many other fishermen, keeping his spare produce away from the masses. It seemed also that the Changed nature of the world may well have benefited him, as the quiet appeared to have brought the fish readily to the surface. By the end of the first week, his family and friends not only had enough to eat, but extra to save up for future days. An ambassador from the government of Iceland soon showed up at the Margeir's door, stating that under the Emergency Act of 2010, all citizens of the island nation must turn over their food supplies to government rationing in the midst of the crisis, as they attempt to preserve the integrity of the country. (+30 Food)

Roger Martino: Estacada, Oregon, United States of America

The Martinos spent the first few days after the change cut off from the surrounding farms and the main town. A few other confused farmers exchanged words, and it began to quickly dawn upon them of the problem which could well be at hand. Three days after the Change, the Martinos and several of their neighbors took a walk into town, to discover an atmosphere of growing panic among the population. With several unemployed loggers deputized by the chief of police, the mayor and city council had placed emergency guards over the local grocery stores. The Martinos caught up on the latest gossip, and many seem to believe that the incident was a failed US Army weapons test, and that the government would soon be on its way to provide for the community. Other talk spoke of the bodies of three state troopers that washed down the Clackamas, torn apart by knife wounds and even possible animal mauling. The police filed a report at the station, holding the bodies in preparation for the federal government's arrival. (+10 Food from shopping)

Bert Fields: Smokey Mountains, Alabama, United States of America

Bert Fields and his fellow campers, isolated from the world and unsure of what occurred soon found themselves retreating further into the mountains, despite internal dispute. Some argued that they should head back towards civilization while fields suggested setting up a new camp among the beech strands. The canned food and other food found on the way have proven insufficient, quickly running out as only a few are found. After one camper broke his leg climbing a particularly difficult slope, he and three others abandoned the party and set out towards civilization with their share of the food. Now, without any more food to feed the whole of the party, the rest seem all too anxious to follow the path of the others and leave Fields alone to what they believe to be a survivalist fantasy. (-4 Followers)

Alexis Gray: New York City, New York, United States of America

The ash of the fires in New York City provided considerable contribution to the growing clouds over the skies of the North American eastern coast during the first week of the Change. Unchecked fires, brutal violence, and the confusion of the collapse of modern technology all contributed to the burning of the city, and its great population was quickly consumed in its wake. On the campus of Columbia University, Alexis Gray and her friends added to the chaos with a looting and burning spree, accidently killing a campus policeman in the process. As the student population clogged the roads and violence spread onto the campus, they barricaded themselves in the dorms, but the fires of the city drew ever closer, threatening to turn their refuge into another inferno. (+6 Food from looting)

Pedro Cardenas: Mexico City, Mexico

As the week progressed in Mexico City, the violence escalated as it did in most major cities across the world, as gangs and other individuals enacted their various vendettas upon each other. It quickly became apparent that the weapons of the old world were no longer of any use, and despite the training and experience they possessed, Mexican military units in the city continued to be overrun. Pedro Cardenas' unit was one of the last active, and were the first to hear of the collapse of the headquarters' perimeter at the capital on the third day of the Change. With over half of the unit dead, including the commanding officer, Cardenas gathered the survivors willing to come, as well as numerous locals from the neighborhood he had been protecting. Despite protests, he was followed by literally hundreds out of the city to the east, and the core of the military unit continued to fight their way through gangs and marauders using makeshift weapons. As the clouds of ash from the burning of Mexico's capital blocked the sun, they bypassed the refugees on the major roads leading out, and by the end of the week, they managed to fight their way at last out of the urban center of the city. (+300 Followers, +120 Food)

Ivan Hopkins: Hobart, Tasmania, Australia

Ivan Hopkins and his family were some of the first to guess at the extent of the disaster known as the Change, on the second day of the new world, they were quick to check in with their neighbors and nearby family, discovering that the problem was not only isolated. When shopping, it turned out the whole region was assuredly blacked out by unknown causes. It was also discovered by local law enforcement that gunpowder was not working as it once was and word quickly spread. Hopkins discovered the true extent of the disaster on the third day, buying supplies in Glenorchy, where representatives of the provincial government had arrived. Contact was confirmed to have been lost with the rest of the world, and the government announced that it was to treat the emergency as though it could potentially be permanent. The Emergency Crisis Management Committee declared an immediate census of the island's farmers, food, and population in order to determine the best response. The announcements claimed that rationing would soon be implemented and all grocery stores were shut down immediately following the statement. At home, the Hopkins' family house filled quickly as relatives moved in, and a close eye was kept, in case things went bad from worse. (+30 Food from Shopping)

Michael Weston: Homestead, Florida, United States of America

At the time of the Change, Michael Weston and his friends were assisting a local wealthy family with their local horse ranch, and after realizing the scale of the disaster, they attempted to gather supplies and the horses to flee north. Under Weston's leadership, they made it out of the city and into the suburbs, which continued to burn from the fires of the post-Change airplane crashes. Fleeing under the shadows of the great fires which were consuming local fields and communities, they managed to reach the southern part of the Everglades by the end of the week. Unfortunately the roads were rendered impassable at the time of the change, as they were clogged by several crashed semi-trucks. With the roadways looking impassable, it appears that a much more dangerous route may have to be taken through the swamps themselves. (+10 Food, +7 Followers)

Mark Jamesfield: Atlanta, Georgia, United States of America

By March 10, 2010, the fires which continued to consume Atlanta, fueled by several explosions at local factories and auto dealerships, managed to at last reach into the city's suburbs. The panicked looting and violence which typified the cities, were brought into the formerly quiet subdivisions of the outskirts as well, and many were murdered or killed in their own homes, trying to protect their properties with guns which failed to function. In a cauldron of fire, rape, and chaos, like those consuming the world's greatest cities, Mark Jamesfield and his close friends rallied their subdivision, gathering the support of the community, tearing down a fire barrier to prevent the spread of flames. The local neighborhood association gave them full support, as they closed the community's gates and set up a patrol along the fences. Ordinary looters and confused individuals were easily repulsed during the first few days of the crisis, but this was not to last. The people of Atlanta seem to have learned that there is a place where not everything has apparently collapsed. At the end of the week, crowds have begun to gather at the gates of the community, as they demand to be let in to safety. Added to this is the lack of any replenishable supplies of food, and they could well starve within the space of two or three weeks even with the tightest rationing. (Control of Neighborhood Achieved, +330 Followers, +700 Food)

Simon Wales: Belfast, Northern Ireland, United Kingdom

With the support of his brother and his growing "Flock" Simon Wales has continued to have an interesting experience in the fire-wrecked ruins of Belfast. As the city drowns in constantly escalating violence, Belfast burns in the ever-reaching fires. The local section of the Irish Republican Army have entered into a brutal and violent war over the food stores and other items against the reformed Loyalist Volunteer Force, which have superior numbers. The fighting has been brutal and vicious as the two factions struggle for absolute control over Belfast. It is in this atmosphere of de facto warfare that Simon Wales and his flock fled to the Belfast Botanical Gardens, left largely ignored by the warring factions and the run of the mill looters. Several other refugees had already hidden there, as well as employees of the park. Swayed by the fervor of the self-proclaimed "Father" Wales, the locals joined his Flock as they barricade the entrance and set together a safe haven in the Gardens. Despite the refuge serving some purpose, the fighting between Protestant and Catholic continues to grow with a vengeance, and it seems highly likely that the fires of a new war could spill over into the Flock's new home. (+20 Followers, +60 Food)

Timothy Whitely: State Road 189, Utah, United States of America

Timothy Whitely and his immediate friends and family were quick to recognize the possible consequences of the Change, even if the city government of Park City was not. They quickly headed into town, buying enough that they could carry on a prolonged, height, including food and medical supplies. They set out on the third day of the Change east on State Road 189 as the first refugees from the fires of Salt Lake City and Provo began to arrive in the community, sparking a panic while they safely beat the crowds. As a quiet road, there were a few camped out still in their stalled cars or hiking along the freeway, and these few stragglers were picked up by Whitely. In Kamas on the fifth day, the full extent of the disaster had still not completely struck the area and they were able to buy more food. Afterwards, they continued their journey on the highway to the east. By the end of the first week, a few more stragglers and hikers joined the group, as they began to turn north towards the Utah-Wyoming border. (+9 Followers, +30 Food from shopping)

Redmond Steele: Berowra, New South Wales, Australia

To the surprise of many the national government of Australia managed to regain and preserve comparative order in Sydney for several days after the Change. Emergency stockpiles of food and water were distributed to active military units, which managed to be able to intimidate people still unaware of the full extent of the Change in regards to munitions. Redmond Steele managed to be one of those able to finagle extra stockpiles for those in the northern suburbs of Sydney. He fed the local people, as well as quickly securing private food stores and stockpiles. By the fifth day of the Change, the situation began to worsen, with over eighty percent of the city without running water or any water at all, leaving well over three million still living people in increasingly desperate straits. Military units in the center of Sydney were overrun one by one, until the emergency government, military, and distribution center in the Royal Botanic Gardens was overrun by a desperate mob. After contact was lost, several riotous groups from the city were repulsed by Steele's unit, using salvaged fire axes and other melee weapons. As the situation continued to worsen, Steele's unit gathered the remnants of other nearby forces, and immediately conscripted able bodied civilians to help carry the large available stockpiles of food and water. The large caravan made camp on the last day of the week in the suburb of Berowra which was left abandoned in ruins after a terrible fire on the first day. At night it was easy to see the fires of the ad hoc refugee camps and the roving mobs and violence which was closely following Steele's band. (+560 Followers, +910 Food)

Andrew Williams: Antioch, California, United States of America

The community of Antioch was given some warning on the first day of the Change when the first few refugees from the outskirts of San Francisco arrived. Unfortunately, on the third day, overwhelming hordes of possibly tens of thousands arrived, consuming food in their path. The National Guard declared an emergency refugee camp, the first to be established in the region, and headquarters to be established in the city. The average people of Antioch, while willing to help, have found their own food sources to be nationalized and rationed in order to help those affected by the disaster. The mayor has called for support for the National Guard, but there remains some reluctance, and fear that they could be overwhelmed by the constantly growing crowds from the great cities of America's West Coast. Andrew Williams, hoping to do his part for the crowds, acted as a close representative of his particular community, helping the National Guard with its efforts, and helping the distribution of the food they brought with them. In exchange he and his friends have been provided with food to keep them supplied for the time being. (+20 Food)

Psymon Butler: Columbus, Ohio, United States of America

On the second day after the Change, fires continue to consume household after household, but overall they seem to have managed to avoid the same scale of devastation of violence which has occurred in other major cities across the world. The downtown area continued to burn throughout the week, as the population fled south or west, to Army and National Guard refugee camps set up at Springfield and Harrisburg. Psymon Butler and his friends were among the few to join the looting mobs at the Polaris shopping mall, hitting the sporting goods stores, while the other thieves robbed jewelry stores and cash registers. Butler and company rested at the store on the second night, and throughout the rest of the week they began the slow journey north, against the flow of traffic, as people fled to the proclaimed refuge zones of the southwest. By the end of the week, they were still encamped on Interstate 71, almost forty miles north of Columbus, having found some old acquaintances en route. (+6 Followers, +20 Food)

Moderator's Notes

Good stories so far, I hope you guys keep them up and look forward to further developments. If you're unsure of yourself as a writer, I encourage you to write anyways. The more you write, the more likely you'll improve over time. As a tip which helped me significantly when starting as a moderator, Microsoft Word and spellcheck are perhaps the greatest friends any writer can have.

The map is not likely to be regularly updated, just as an fyi. In most cases it doesn't really matter anyways. My recommendation is to stay focused on your own area, and use what maps you can find online or your own personal knowledge to be your guidance. There's no reason that someone in the backwoods of Alabama should know who's where in Europe anyways.
 
@EQ: Sorry for not coming through. Given today's classes and finals coming up, I've essentially realized there is no way I can be involved too heavily in this NES within the next week and a half. If that's too late to jump in, sorry and if someone drops out I will try to take their position. I do like the updates however and am actively lurking. I only wish this had started a couple of weeks later.
 
Poppin' fresh update. The plot thickens. This will get fun.
 
Good update man, now what would i do next...
 
:king: Epic update.

Mark sat, his feet on the table, in what was once his computer chair. From one of the windows nearby, a thin beam of light cut through the curtains like a knife, lighting up the room with a keen burn. Mark noted that it didn't seem like real sunlight, but thought little of it.

The table that his feet were resting on was the same table his computer once sat. Of course, it had been fried like everything else. Across the table was a door that led into the hallway of Mark's small apartment room. Inside, a guard stood. Leader of the people, savior of Atlanta, some were calling him. Mark laughed.

It was just a week ago that he was living in a crappy little apartment in a small subdivision, surrounded by pretentious neighbors. Funny, he thought, that so much had changed and he was still living in that apartment.

A knock on the door. "Come in." A man, slightly taller than Mark strode in, an axe slung around his shoulder. At any other time, Mark would have been running like hell at this sight, but axes were normally a sign of order in the post-Change world. Almost like a man carrying a book; at least he was well-read, was the sentiment. Besides, Mark knew this man.

"Gerald! Don't know why you're bringing your axe into my house, but I'll roll with it." the man laughed, "We've been getting more beggars out by the gate. Some of them have been a bit rough on the guards. A bunch of guys in military equipment that was outdated thirty years ago doesn't have the effect on that type that a shot in front of the foot does." Mark nodded, trivially. His life felt like a movie, and his knowledge of using weaponry was limited to pointing it at something and pulling the trigger.

"So..." Gerald pulled up a chair to the table. "We need to expand." Mark looked at him sideways, "And how do you propose we do that?" Gerald sighed, "Mark, this... Thing was your idea, please at least think like you're in charge." Raising his hands above him in a futile gesture Mark chuckled, "All I want is to hear your thoughts."

"Fine. We will move out with those of us who have the most kevlar equipment and what we can salvage from peoples' garages, into the outer limits. Kill all the raiders we can, get supplies if there are any, rally people to our cause, and get food if we can manage to beat the raiders to it." Mark nodded, sounded like the thing to do.
 
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