After Armageddon: Vision of The Future (Part 1)

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  • cameo-d
    cameo-d

    After Armageddon: Vision of The Future (Part 1)

    ---an original story by Cam---

    Armageddon has come and gone and I am left to tell the story. I can't say exactly when Armageddon ended; it happened as gradually as it had begun. It's just that the dust sorta cleared, so to speak, about three months ago.

    It seemed like people weren't dieing anymore and the military started flying over areas spraying some kind of chemical sanitizers. Don't know what it was. Maybe it was something to kill germs, I suppose. Then, about a week later hazmat teams went through with the meat wagons. Then, there was another aerial spray, and three months later, here we are going into the areas.

    We have all overheard a bit of talk about that. Some that went in to pick up bodies said there weren't nearly as many as they expected to find. I know walking around in my neighborhood, I didn't see much. Everybody had been ordered to stay inside for so long, so I guess I wouldn't have known if people were dead or alive inside their homes.

    A lot of folks talked about missing family members, coworkers.... neighbors. Maybe those people died in other places, maybe they did go to death camps, but nobody talks about that rumor at all. It's not allowed. People will turn you in for talk like that.

    We have also heard that some of the worldly Christians (yes, they are still around!) believe that the rapture got some people and that Jesus came back and took his chosen. If that were so, I don't think he would have left me, so I don't believe he came.

    I guess most of us aren't really sure what happened. Media coverage announced that the flu pandemic had turned deadly and the next thing we knew, entire cities went into lockdown and state borders were closed. We had gotten a heads-up from the elders the week before. They were calling all members in good standing to tell us to stock up on medications, supplies, and food for a month or two. Somehow they had an inside line. Of course, it all came down from Jehovah's mouthpiece, the FDS. Since learning the truth about "the truth" I have felt that the Organization was into something much deeper and that they were part of an elaborate game plan.

    Whatever happened during the next couple of months, we just don't know with any certainty. The Elders said it was Jehovah's instructions to his people to "go into our inner sanctums and close the door." We were told that the FDS said not to come out of the house for any reason. The WHO had asked people to self-quarrantine as much as possible, but there were no government demands to do so. No martial law like people had been expecting. The only thing is, people who did go out shopping, or to the movies, sometimes did not return home ever again.

    Somedays there were no television broadcasts at all. Most days the phone lines were dead, too. Even cells were on the blink. In between these episodes, the media was telling us it had something to do with solar flares and meteor showers. Sometimes they blamed it on frequency jamming and kinks in the network due to the digital change-over. Workers at the water treatment plant and the electric company were often out sick and that accounted for some of the water and power outages; at least, that's what we were told.

    I know you probably have a lot of questions and I will get to them, but I am just gonna start with telling you what my daily routine is like right now.

    The congregation set up a service location at the local high school in town. Probably because they have a lot of desks and file cabinets and plenty of classrooms for the different teams to meet separately in smaller groups. They have bused in all the congregations within 15 miles to this one central location. We all pretty much know each other or at least a lot of the faces are familiar.

    We just got assignments and territory cards this week. I am driving the jewel truck. There are two vans that ride ahead of me and they are chauffering 16 sisters total. We drive into the territory together and the sisters go four to each house, working both sides of the street. So they are doing four houses at a time. They go in and get all the jewelry.

    My truck holds eight big boxes on the back. My partner and me help to separate it after the sisters bring it out. They don't have time to sort because they are supposed to get as many houses done as fast as they can. Brother Fred, that's my territory buddy, he sorts out the mens jewelry. I am supposed to sort the valuable stuff---gold, diamonds, and silver---from the women's costume junk jewelry. Not that I've got anything against rhinestones and beads; it's just what they tell me I am supposed to do. And I want to do a good job for The Kingdom, you know. (barf. double barf.)

    Oh yeah. You might find this amusing. Nobody is bringing out any billfolds. I tell you it would take another truck this size to carry all the billfolds and purses left on the nightstands! But money is worthless now. There's no use for it. Heck, they told us they don't even want the dimes and quarters. Guess it got to where change was mostly tin, so it's not worth anything either.

    (be right back)

  • cameo-d
    cameo-d

    We got one week to get our territory done. The next Monday we will get a new area and a different crew will come into this same neighborhood. One thing about the Organization...they sure know how to organize! They got every plan down to a T.

    This is what I know about their system. Next week the antiques crew will come in. They will go through the houses in the same systematic fashion, only this time they have people who are antiques dealers and know their stuff. The trucks that come with them have a lot of packing materials and it's gonna take them a lot longer to get stuff done. (But maybe not in this neighborhood. It don't look to be the antiquey-type class. You know?)

    The week after that the food crews come in and take whatever food they find...just canned goods and packaged stuff. They got electricity turned on in this territory while we are working, but during Armageddon and tribulation, electricity was fickle. Some folks couldn't pay...you know, a lot of hardships with job losses and the economy and all. And sometimes there were outages at the plant for long periods of time. So anyway, they won't be taking any refrigerated or frozen foods.

    They have other crews that are attending to commercial sites. All non-perishable items are being taken from the grocery stores and transferred to a central warehouse location. I don't know all the details about where the warehouses are or why they are doing this.

    In the following weeks crews will come in and ciphon gas from all the vehicles. At that time, any equipment in excellent or new condition will be tagged for pick-up. Everything from cars and boats to snowblowers and mowers will be inspected, marked, and set aside. I guess the unmarked stuff will end up in the scrap metal heap.

    Then you got the tool crew following the vehicle inspections. All tools and hardware will be picked up----from power saws to nails. That's really gonna be a job! I'd hate to be the grunt having to size nails all day for the rest of my life. I imagine that job will eventually go to somebody as they keep refining the sorted items on down the line.

    In some of the better neighborhoods they have crews that come in and scout for expensive building materials like marble and unusual fireplace mantles. Later on the scrap metal and lumber crews will come in. I guess everything else gets bulldozed in a heap and burned.

    And so it goes until each territory has been stripped to the bones of every salvageable material.

    I saw the rossiter and it appears that they plan to complete each territory in seven months. Isn't that what the scripture says---seven months to bury the bones? It's not referring to dead people; it's referring to the bones as the structures of what was left of civilization.

    Once these areas are completely stripped, they will be returned to wilderness habitat and wetlands. I remember seeing an Agenda 21 map that showed the twenty year plan. I thought to myself then "no way this can happen unless they do get rid of the population somehow".

    It is amazing that these things have been planned in such detail. It just tells me that none of this is happenstance. These are not plans that were just schemed in recent weeks. A lot of groundwork has been laid to achieve these details. These things were in the works long before "Armageddon" struck. I can't help but wonder....was Armageddon the means to an end?

    Right now we are working a kind of shabby territory---lower middle class I'd call it. It all depends on how many years you had in service as to what kind of territories they assign you.

    I guess those that put in more years or turned in the best time cards get to see what life was like in the Big House. Some of them actually think they are being allowed to look around for the house they get to pick to live in. Haha. And all the while they are stripping it, too. They still just don't get it. I mean common sense would make you ask....why am I stripping this house if it might be the one I want to live in. That's mind control for you!

    I overheard some stuff I probably shouldn't have....but nobody is going to get to have a house any time soon. It will probably be years, if ever at all, that people will be allowed to live separately from the hive. I got a sneak peak at some of the new literature. They are saying we all need to stick together in order to accomplish what needs to be done to bring back Paradise. Some of the new liter-trash talks about living in clans and tribes. Not only for safety, but because of limited resources. Looks like that will be their focus. They will have to instill the new thought before people start getting restless.

    We all have rooms at the local motel and that's probably the way it will be for a few more years, just traveling town to town where the clean-up need is greatest!

    My wife works at the cafeteria at the hotel we all took over. It's the old Ramada. Some joker painted an "N" on the sign at the end of the name, so it looks like we are all celebrating Moslem Christmas or whatever Ramadan is all about.

    We get a fairly decent breaksfast and then dinner is at 6 pm. when we get in. It all depends on what the food crews bring in, so meals are kind of odd and fickle. I mean, sometimes it's, like, bean soup and bread for breakfast.

    I still can't quite get over the efficiency and organization I am seeing as far as the way things are getting done. It's rather amazing the way the shots are being called. Everything down to the last detail has been thought about and perfectly arranged. For the first time ever, WT has all the answers as to what is going to be done. I still can't help being suspicious that all of this was well planned in advance...long before Armageddon ever hit. I mean *snap, snap snap* they just got it all figured out, printed up, trucks ready, housing set up, territories divided, knows who is the experts in this and that.....hot to trot before Armageddon was even started good.

    (be right back)

  • PrimateDave
    PrimateDave

    Interesting....

    Have you ever read Parable of the Sower by Octavia Butler? It is quite a facinating fictional novel detailing the gradual collapse of civilization from the perspective of a young woman living in southern California circa 2025.

    When you started relating about the collection of valuables from the homes of the deceased, it reminded me of this WW 2 Holocaust story: "This Way For the Gas, Ladies and Gentlemen"

    And speaking of WW 2 holocausts, I was also reminded of this personal account about the burning of Dresden written by Kurt Vonnegut: "A Single Column of Flame"

    When the Witnesses speak (quite often, unfortunately) about how 'bad' things are getting, I often wonder what point of reference they are using for that statement. I've read many accounts written by WW 2 survivors, people who were actually in life threatening situations (like two of the stories above), and I've got to tell ya, we don't know bad. Seriously, unless you've been living in a war zone recently, you've got it pretty good comparatively speaking.

    And that brings me to my constructive criticism of your story. It is very ... bland. Rather like a Hollywood TV drama series, it sanitizes what supposedly should be the most horrific event in the history of humanity. At the end of the day you've got a place to eat and sleep. You've got electricity and water. People are organized. You go and collect valuables from homes. WTF?

    Read the WW 2 narratives to see how people really are in the face of truly horrible events. Even the fictional post-apocalyptic Parable of the Sower gives a pretty convincing take on what happens when things start to fall apart. I don't mean to be unkind. For what it is worth, it would be unkind to simply say "hey that's a good story." You'll never improve like that.

    Dave

  • PrimateDave
    PrimateDave

    Here is another reference. "The Blood of Dresden" excerpted from Armageddon in Retrospect by Kurt Vonnegut. It was actually this story that I first had in mind when I tried to look up Vonnegut's account of being an American POW in Dresden, Germany, in WW 2.

    "We cut our way through a basement wall to discover a reeking hash of over 100 human beings. Flame must have swept through before the building’s collapse sealed the exits, because the flesh of those within resembled the texture of prunes. Our job, it was explained, was to wade into the shambles and bring forth the remains. Encouraged by cuffing and guttural abuse, wade in we did. We did exactly that, for the floor was covered with an unsavoury broth from burst water mains and viscera."

    Happy writing!

    Dave

  • PrimateDave
    PrimateDave

    How about this excerpt from "This Way for the Gas, Ladies and Gentlemen":

    The train has been emptied. A thin, pock-marked SS man peers inside, shakes his head in disgust and motions to our group, pointing his finger at the door.

    “Rein. Clean it up!”

    We climb inside. In the corners amid human excrement and abandoned wrist-watches lie squashed, trampled infants, naked little monsters with enormous heads and bloated bellies. We carry them out like chickens, holding several in each hand.

    “Don’t take them to the trucks, pass them on to the women, says the SS man, lighting a cigarette. His cigarette lighter is not working properly; he examines it carefully.

    “Take them, for God’s sake!” I explode as the women run from me in horror, covering their eyes.

    The name of God sounds strangely pointless, since the women and the infants will go on the trucks, every one of them, without exception. We all know what this means, and we look at each other with hate and horror.

    “What, you don’t want to take them?” asks the pockmarked SS man with a note of surprise and reproach in his voice, and reaches for his revolver.

    “You mustn’t shoot, I’ll carry them.” A tall, gray-haired woman takes the little corpses out of my hands and for an instant gazes straight into my eyes.

    “My poor boy,” she whispers and smiles at me. Then she walks away, staggering along the path. I lean against the side of the train. I am terribly tired. Someone pulls at my sleeve.

    This really happened. Where was god? How can people who believe in Armageddon be so insensitive to the massive suffering that such an event implies? In my opinion any work of fiction that tries to describe such an event needs to make it real, so that people might begin to question their beliefs.

    Dave

  • PrimateDave
    PrimateDave

    An excerpt from Parable of the Sower:

    SATURDAY, JULY 31, 2027--
    MORNING

    Last night, when I escaped from the neighborhood, it was burning. The houses, the trees, the people: Burning.

    Smoke awoke me, and I shouted down the hall to Cory and the boys. I grabbed my clothes and emergency pack and followed Cory as she herded the boys out. The bell never rang. Our watchers must have been killed before they could reach it. Everything was chaos. People running, screaming, shooting. The gate had been destroyed. Our attackers had driven an ancient truck through it. They must have stolen a truck just to crash it through our gate.

    I think they must have been pyro addicts-- bald people with painted heads, faces, and hands. Red faces; blue faces; green faces; screaming mouths; avid, crazy eyes, glittering in the firelight. They shot us and shot us and shot us. I saw Natalie Moss, running, screaming, then pitching backward, her face half gone, her body still impelled forward. She fell flat on her back, and did not move again. I fell with her, caught up in her death. I lay there, dazed, struggling to move, to get up. Cory and the boys, running ahead of me never noticed. They ran on...

    [The next day]

    ...There were no unburned houses back in the neighborhood, although some were burned worse than others. I don't know whether police or firefighters ever came. If they had come, they were gone when I got there. The neighborhood was wide open and crawling with scavengers. I stood at the gate, staring in as strangers picked among the black bones of our homes. The ruins were still smoking, but men, women, and children were all over them, digging through them, picking fruit from the trees, stripping our dead, quarreling or fighting over new acquisitions, stashing things away in clothing or bundles. . . . Who were these people? I put my hand on the gun in my pocket-- it had four rounds left in it-- and I went in. I was grimy from lying in dirt and ashes all night. I might not be noticed. I saw three women from an unwalled part of Durant Road, digging through what was left of the Yannis house. They were laughing and throwing around chunks of wood and plaster.

  • cameo-d
    cameo-d

    Your hijack is so much better than my "bland" story. Please continue the thread for us.

  • PrimateDave
    PrimateDave

    Writing Fiction Step by Step

    Fiction Writer's Workshop

    Are you serious about writing fiction? You should know that I did read your story, at least what you posted of it. Why post something that's not quite finished? Why are you surprised that I have offered constructive criticism? This is an open forum, and anyone can say what they want. I have not made a personal attack on you. I have merely given you my opinion of what you wrote. People do that all the time even to professional authors. If you can learn to take other people's ideas and criticisms to heart, you can hopefully improve your stories and get the praise you desire.

    Dave

  • NINfan05
    NINfan05

    i want to hear more cameo!

  • blondie
    blondie

    The jw view is though that only jws would be left. I wonder how they would have access to jets and all the hazmat things? This story (stories) are from the viewpoint of non-jw or a religious non-jw's view of the Bible. I always like this story which more closely resembles the WTS worldview.

    http://www.1timothy4-13.com/files/bible/diary.html

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