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Dark Days, Rough Roads--AKA "The Hospital"

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Dark Days: Rough Roads. EXPANDED NOW. A country struck by EMP's, one mans journey to save family and friends, dark days and rough roads ahead of him. A country in chaos, a battle for survival.


The weather outside was just fine. The temperature was hovering around 70 degrees with the clouds blocking enough of the sun now and then to make it comfortable outside but not too hot or too chilly. With this kind of weather he did not expect any problems when the helicopter landed. After all, it was just routine or as routine as medflights can be.

Haliday was just out circling the campus in the patrol vehicle when dispatch had called and told him an inbound medflight was due to arrive in 10 minutes. Haliday shot over to the helipad where he unlocked the gate and took the cover off the 150 pound beast of an extinguisher they called purple k named after the aviation fuel fire suppression chemical inside. The extinguisher based on two wheels always stood guard just inside the helipads fence.

Not wanting to get wind whipped by the rotor blades he retreated into the vehicle and awaited the arrival of the bird. Hearing the tell tale thump thump thump of the main blades he watched closely as he had dozens of times before. Across the way a few cars had stopped on the nearby side street to watch. It was always cool to watch this sleek aircraft seemingly just land for no reason in the middle of a neighborhood which of course was not the case. Stroke victim, burn patient, car accident or what not, someone needed extreme care quickly.

He called in to dispatch and told them mark the time and that the bird was almost on the ground. They always marked arrival and departure times in case the FAA audited records even though he figured they never would. There wasn’t a response which wasn’t unusual due to the fact that dispatch was usually tied up with more important things mostly caused by the campus being in the middle of a small city outside of Detroit but just as notorious in the state as being a crack hood.

Haliday unscrewed the top of his bottle of pop and started to take a sip when he noticed the problem. As he tilted his head back to drink he looked straight at the Eurocopter wobbling violently as it spun towards the ground. Haliday ducked down using the engine compartment as a shield just as the helo struck the ground and exploded sending pieces in every direction. A small piece of the tail rotor shot through the windshield of the vehicle causing chunks of glass to fill the interior of the tahoe.

Haliday slowly lifted his head and saw a wall of flames and a pile of machinery. There was nobody coming out of that wreckage alive. He grabbed the radio mic again and called for dispatch to call the fire department. Again there was no response so he took it upon himself to use his cell phone. A quick push of the power button and nothing but a dark screen. He ran over to the beast and charged the system while holding the hose. He dumped every ounce of agent he could on the flames but it was useless. Looking towards the people who stopped to watch the landing he could see them trying the same exact thing with their cell phones and this is when he realized what happened. Life had changed drastically in a matter of seconds.

As he walked past the folks they asked him why he wasn’t helping and his response was very unsettling. He simply said, there was nothing he could do. Not for the people in the helicopter and not for them. They had no understanding of what he really meant and just looked at him with puzzlement. Haliday continued to walk back towards the hospital in a now very quiet neighborhood with a slight dull roar from the burning wreckage making the only sounds anyone could hear.

Haliday walked past the E.R. and saw staff running around back and forth almost like chickens with their heads cut off. Almost as if they would be able to do something about what was going on. It would have been comical if it wasn’t for the fact they really had no clue what would be transpiring in just a matter of hours. As he approached the dispatch office he ignored those asking him questions. The dispatch officer was standing at the door as a handful of people asked her questions. Questions she could not answer.

What happened, was it a power outage, would the generators come on, why didn’t they, how come the phones didn’t work and many more. She shrugged her shoulders and said she didn’t know. Haliday looked her in the eyes and said she needed to leave. She looked concerned but not frightened. It was at this time it was simply confirmed what she thought had happened. Thanks to Haliday she was ready. She grabbed her personal items and left the dispatch. Haliday grabbed his personal items and left as well, passing by the people who could not believe the campus public safety officers were leaving them at a time like this.

The bathroom was pure black so he hit the surefire flashlight on his belt to light it up a bit and was slightly startled when he heard a voice. Hey man, whats going on in here? I came in to drop a deuce and the power went out. Everything ok out there? Haliday told him not to worry, everything would come out ok. The guy missed the joke. Haliday commenced to quickly change from his uniform into regular old gray man camo. Jeans, shirt and ball cap. Stupidity in looking like any type of officer, soldier or agency robot would get you in deep trouble soon enough so it was decided long ago to just blend in. He knew elsewhere that the dispatcher either did the same or was doing the same.

Quickly stripping the gear off his duty belt and taking what he needed he then left the bathroom with his pack, dark maroon in color, again to blend, then started toward an exit door located near the administrative hallway. A voice called out and he walked down the darkened hall to talk to the supervisor who had been helping set up the hospitals incident command center in a small conference room. The supervisor asked him where he was going. Haliday looked around in the room to see the admin staff with various managers and staff from other departments milling around.

Haliday looked at the supervisor and said, you have no idea what just happened and whats going to happen around here. With a puzzled look he said what do you mean, it’s a power outage, we get them now and again. Haliday chuckled and said not like this. One of the managers heard the chuckle and took it upon herself to ask what was so funny. She said this is no laughing matter, there will be a lot of inconvenienced people who will be upset. None of these people still had a clue. Haliday coughed loudly, very exaggerated and asked for everyones attention. Most everyone stopped and looked at him.

What you people fail to understand here is the fact this is no regular power outage. This was an EMP from who knows where. Immediately the maintenance director interrupted and said it was irresponsible to even mention that, it was simply a power outage. Haliday looked him in the eye and told him he could only hope. He briefly explained what an EMP was and then commenced to explain how he knew this is what it was. The explanations were simple enough but you would have thought he was trying to explain rocket science.

First off he explained the lack of power and the fact none of the emergency lights came on. Next was the generators which were sitting quietly. After that he explained the lack of land lines and the lack of cell phones not even having power more or less a signal. Even the basic of all items were dead. As soon as he explained the helo crash which they hadn’t even heard about yet their jaws dropped. More people started coming in and gathering in the hallway to either listen or add to the confusion. They started complaining about the fact that this didn’t work, that didn’t work, the staff needs this, the staff needs that, the maintenance crew isn’t fixing anything and more. They had no idea.

The CEO asked the maintenance director when they could get power back and everyone awaited the answer. He stood silent then repeated the question which was an answer nobody wanted to hear. He simply said that he honestly believed it was now indeed an EMP and there would be no power anytime in the near future. He said there was simply nothing that could be done and then he turned and walked away. People were dumbfounded and did not know what to do so they just sat there. One lady spoke up and said that things could not be that bad.

Haliday moved towards the front of the room and everyone focused on him. He looked around, saw the infectious control officer and asked her how long the rooms and patient equipment could last without being cleaned. She responded by saying that in some of the isolation rooms within a day it would have adverse effects. Within two days about a fourth of the hospital would have undesirable consequences and by the end of the week it would be a pure hell hole filled with far too many infectious diseases to start naming. This did not even include waste handling, lack of water for toilets and sinks and linen exchanges would not happen.

He looked over at the housekeeping director and asked him how long before the trash cans were full, the outside dumpsters overflowing and the rodent control to lapse. Two days. That’s all he said. Haliday said you could add that to the infectious disease issues and realize things would be getting far worse much faster than anyone could expect. The food services department piped in and said the spoiling of fresh food would go two weeks, the freezer a few days and the fridge maybe 2. Haliday informed him the food would be gone in a matter of 2-3 days tops anyways with this many people looking to eat and more surely to show up thinking a hospital is a safe haven.

Haliday looked around once more and told them these were basic issues that people took for granted. Look around he said, look how dependent we are on technology. IV pumps no longer working, pain med pumps not giving people morphine and the like, no blood pressure monitors, no pulse ox oxygen meters, no telemetry, no nothing. Haliday said what you know have is a lot of people who need to leave before a lot of people start a slow painful death. It wouldn’t be a good place to be and he started heading for the door and said I surely won’t be here more than the time it takes me to get my personal stuff out of my truck and leave myself. He paused only briefly to look around at the folks who still didn’t get it although a couple had excused themselves for one reason or another, most likely on their way out the door as well.

In the meantime during this little meeting all hell was breaking loose around the facility. The surgical center and outpatient procedures center were trying desperately to wrap things up and stabilize patients. Unfortunately for one there was no hope, As soon as the equipment stopped there was no suction for clearing the surgical sites, there was no blood pressure monitors to alert anyone of low blood pressure and old fashioned cuffs where a thing of the past due to mercury content. Most of the OR equipment was electronically controlled so it failed. It was a fast crash and thankfully the patient had not awoke from the anesthetic.

Up on one of the long term care floors they had 6 people on ventilators. The nurses and patient care associates were all trying to manually vent these patients but were tiring very quickly. Screams for more staff to come help fell on deaf ears. There was simply too many patients to care for in a situation like this. Too many patients needing care and too little staff in the facility. Someone needed to triage now and make a determination of who would live and who they would have to let go. The grand idea of saving everyone was just that, a grand idea. If they knew what the next few days would be like they would walk away now.

Some of the staff already started leaving. A few years back they had a massive power outage in the state and even with the emergency generators running and limited power they left in droves to go home and take care of themselves. Roughly 30 percent had left then and almost the same refused to come into work. Housekeeping staff, food service, maintenance mechanics, supports staff who were underpaid as it was did not care about working to keep the place running then, so it was easy to assume it would be worse when they realized this was a permanent situation with no resolve in site.

Haliday walked out to his car, passed by a few others doing the same. The only difference is he was going out to get his pack and gear and they were sitting there trying to start their cars. He heard an engine start and looked in the direction of the noise where he saw an old Ford F100. As it slowly crawled through the parking lot passing a few cars dead in the aisles the driver stopped just as Haliday put his pack on and loaded his rifle readying himself for his walk home. The driver was an older guy in his late 60’s and he looked at Haliday and asked him where he was heading. Haliday said East. Shockingly the driver told him he was heading that wayand offered him a ride.

Haliday was not too sure about the proposal but eyeing the passenger seat he saw a smaller bag and an empty pistol case for a pistol which he noted was strapped on the old guys thigh. Good company to be in. Haliday started to refuse and the old guy said hey, I’m looking for a little security until I get out of this crack hood and you seem to be the only one who knows whats going on so I’m taking a chance. I saw a gal in uniform get in her car, change, then pull a bike out of the trunk with a pack and she took off before I could call to her. I’m thinking by your squared away looks you two were friends. Haliday smiled and nodded then told the old guy he could stay with him about 20 miles due east and that was it. The old guy said that was fine with him. Different setting altogether that direction.

The two pulled out onto the road, dodging cars here and there and drove a bit silent as they passed by people standing in the road and on the sidewalks. There were actually a couple other cars running, older, but it was evident they were just old, not selected or prepped like this old ford was. They talked a bit about just a little of this and that, no real subject and neither brought up the EMP or future. After about 30 minutes Haliday said he was ready to bail and the old guy stopped the truck in a clear area of the road so no one was nearby.

Haliday shook his hand, told him thank you and wished him the best of luck. The old guy said you’re quite welcome and I pray you keep safe. Haliday said, well sir, right now we all need to pray. People started heading their way and Haliday told him he better get going and waved goodbye as he started off to the shoulder towards an access road. He heard the drum of the old fords engine dwindle away. He laughed aloud, even spoke aloud, yep, we all need to pray.
 
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He stepped down off the shoulder of the road, took a few more steps to cross over the ditch and the ground under his feet felt spongy. When he looked closer he could see the soil was wet and since there had not been any rain in the past few days he didn’t know why. He squatted a bit to pick up a leaf which was half way in the muck and grabbed it by the dry stem then took a quick sniff. It was definitely water and not sewage which he thought it might have been. At least that was a good sign. Sewage would bring disease real quick and he wasn’t sure how well the municipal waste system would last. He was still on well water and septic field so he didn’t pay much attention to that.

Slowly standing up he looked around and saw a younger guy working under the hood of his car like it was going to do him any good. Looking past the car he saw a sub station for the water system. Out here in the suburbs where he was which was really not far from the Detroit city limit, give or take 12 miles or so the water that was used was purchased from the city of Detroit and pumped through out lower Michigan with these little pump stations scattered around all over the place to help boost water pressure.

Towards the East side of the fence line there was a large pipe coming out of the ground in a sweeping elbow which reminded him of those air intakes on old ships. This one however was dumping water into a retention pond which apparently had overflowed awhile ago. Off towards the actual sub station building he spotted another guy who looked to be working on valves. Feverishly turning valves on this pipe, more valves on this pipe and it looked like a losing battle. Haliday was interested in this and started heading that way.

The young kid working on his car looked up at Haliday and then turned white. The kid started to visibly tremble at the sight. Haliday had not realized it at the time but at this particular moment looking at a guy with a 40 caliber strapped to his belt and carrying a rifle slung on his pack was just not normal in this area. Haliday said take it easy kid, just moving on through to go check out that water plant. The kid got inside his car and just watched as Haliday strode by. Coming up a little closer to the sub station he saw a sign warning trespassers of an electrical fence so he stopped.

He just stood there a moment longer watching the worker turn valves, cussing as he did so. He started to wonder how the water was being pumped and doubted the extreme nature of the emergency thinking the power loss was actually sporadic and not an entire regional or national loss. This being the reason he didn’t get too close to the fence. The worker glanced up and saw him standing there. He too stopped dead and looked at Haliday. Again Haliday found himself telling another person not to worry. This time he got a response. No offense partner, but you don’t look like you’re out hunting rabbit.

Haliday said I guess you’re right, but anyways, my name is Roger and I was just curious as to why the pump station had power when the rest of the area was out. They guy said we don’t have power. Confused a bit Haliday asked how the water was being pumped. He got a one word answer to that question. Gravity. Haliday said he didn’t understand. How could that be? Could you put it in lay mans terms for me? I’d appreciate it. Haliday was always looking for this kind of info, you never know what you may need to do and how to do it.

The guy working the valves said its simple. The river downtown is a lot lower than the land out here in the burbs. The pumping stations are daisy chained together to pump the water up the elevation. The pumps stopped, the back flow valves were electromechanical and they failed along with some of the safety valves. Therefore all of the water pumped into the burbs in now flowing back towards the main plant and coming out of the overflows into the retention ponds located near by their substations. The pond being past capacity was why the ditch was wet. It had to go somewhere.

When he thought about it, it really made sense. Haliday asked one more question. How much water is flowing back and whats going to happen at the plant? The guy paused then said I don’t know but the worst that could happen is the main plant and downtown Detroit gets a few wet streets. No big loss Haliday said, as a matter of fact that place could use a bath. Not quite the infamous motor city with sprawling plants and bustling workers and shops it used to be. Thank you for your time he replied and Haliday started moving on again. He had a plan which required some very delicate adherence to time tables and he was about an hour behind. He had a goal to achieve and the quicker the better.

He was only about a mile and a half away from home at this point and this early on he just took the sidewalks and streets. Very few people would be a threat this early on but he was still very aware of what was going on around him. He was closer to home and cutting through a parking lot by the local supermarket when he noticed they had the doors propped open. Ahh, just a few steps out of my way he told himself and so he walked in. Eddie the store manager spotted him and said we’re closing up. Haliday nodded and said ok, then turned and walked out. Eddie shouted out hey, you going bear hunting or something Roger? Haliday said good luck Eddie and continued walking not saying another word.

On his way out he looked at the store front. Typical of a grocery store it was all windows. He wondered how long these would last. Other than the single back set of double doors and the one roll up loading dock door this was the only way in. Chances were when he got back this place would be stripped clean. He didn’t give it any thought, he had what he needed but of course he always wanted more. Hell, he would have been happy to walk out with a few bags of rice and beans. That thought made him chuckle. Beans, beans and more beans he thought. Oh boy, the butt trumpet was going to be playing a continuous melody shortly. Simple things amuse simple minds but not really the case here. He was an average guy. Things like that were just plain funny.

The other side of the strip mall on the end was his favorite pizza place. There were a few folks inside here too. Looked like all kids, late teens. He waved at the kids cleaning up and getting ready to close the store and one waved him over. He told him he was in a hurry and the kid said we have a couple pizzas nobody picked up, you want one? There was no hesitation, he agreed, even offered to pay for it but they told him not to bother. He said thank you, took the box and started to walk out. They asked him if he knew what happened and he said no idea. One kid said well sir, based on your firearms I’d say you have a very good idea.

He felt a little bad about his answer. He looked at the kids and asked them how far away they lived. A couple miles away was the furthest any of them lived. He told them to listen carefully. He told them to forget about cleaning the store, forget about locking it up, forget about anything other than getting home as soon as they could. That’s all he would tell them. Out of the three kids two left immediately. The third who commented on his guns looked him square in the eyes and asked him just how bad it was. Real bad, worse than you could ever imagine. The kid grabbed the last three boxes of pizza and left in a hurry.

Haliday opened the box and took a slice out and started to eat it. It was room temperature but he didn’t care too much, it was going to be the last pizza he ate in a long time. He walked out and headed straight for the sidewalk. He saw the last kid dart down one of the nearby side streets. Haliday figured most of them were from the neighborhood. As he continued to walk along the sidewalk more and more people started looking at him. How funny this must be. This 6 foot 2 inch tall, 250 pound guy with a gun strapped to his waist, a rifle slung on his backpack and walking along eating a pizza like it was just another stroll in the neighborhood.

Just ten minutes later he was almost home. It was a typical suburban neighborhood with half acre lots and the houses too close for comfort but he did not have the resources to relocate like he wanted to thanks to the wonderful economic conditions. He had to make do with what he had and that was fine with him as long as his plans could hold. If he could maintain a good level of security he should be fine. He paused long enough to tuck the pistol away and his good old rifle which was an Armalite AR180 with a folding stock. He took his pack off, folded the stock and slung the rifle on his back then put the pack back on.

He looked like just and average guy, except for the back pack with nothing visible of course except for the pizza box. He was not worried about his neighbors who were out and about and talking to each other. He had maintained a great level of opsec and seeing him with his backpack was a normal everyday event. He told them before it was his uniform and equipment from work and they never paid him any attention after that. They didn’t this time either. He waved as he passed folks, said hell of a power outage huh and walked the last couple hundred yards to his house. Approaching the door there was an electronic cipher lock which he attempted to use out of habit. No luck of course, he dug into his pocket and fished out the key.

As soon as he opened the door and stepped in he breathed a sigh of relief. In one sense it was good to be home, in another it was bothersome. Bothersome because he would have to temporarily leave for a few days or more and wasn’t sure what he would come home to in that amount of time. He walked around the house and made sure all of the windows and doors were locked. He peeked out into the attached garage at his baby and said I’ll be out there shortly. For goodness sake he said, it’s a truck. Don’t talk to it. You have work to do and the quicker the better. It was mid October and the Michigan weather was so varied that even though today it was sunny and seventy, tomorrow could be wet and 40. Fall was here and the impending winter would be harsh with all things considered.

The first thing he did was go over to the fuse box and turn off the main power. No sense in any lights or anything coming on by accident. Next he reached down by the floor and flipped a single switch. This completed the circuit from a small array of deep charge batteries which ran a small series of 12v outlets through out the house. Another switch actually turned them on but until he pulled the bulbs out of their protective wrappers he didn’t bother to try it. He unwrapped the bag he had bought off ebay and took out a bulb. It was supposed to be like a faraday cage but he thought it looked like a mylar bag. Not even sure it would work He screwed it into a lamp that was on the counter and went and hit the other switch. Nothing.

Damn ebay he cursed. He looked it all over then noticed he hadn’t plugged the lamp in. One more try and there it was. It still worked. He turned it off, there was enough light still out and he could see in the house just fine. He wasn’t sure how long the batteries would last anyways, and he didn’t want to waste them. He had a simple outlet in each in rooms and 4 in the garage. That was the important area of the house. He stepped out in the garage, walked over to the back wall and removed a sheet. Under the sheet had been a stack of plywood sheets he had prepared. Next to the sheets of plywood was a large roll of adhesive laminate plastic that printers used on big signs.

Haliday grabbed the roll of plastic and snagged a utility knife off a nearby bench. The plastic was practically useless for anything than protecting signs the printers made but he had an idea for it. He cut off large pieces, peeled the backing off and placed it on every window in the house. This wouldn’t do much other than to keep the glass from getting everywhere in case it was broken. Simply less to clean up or worry about later on. It’d be nice not to get cut when it came time to clean that mess up. Might even be a insulating factor but that wasn’t the reason, it was simply trying to avoid a mess.

Next was the plywood. Each piece had another one that went with it. On the back of each one was attached a section of fairly heavy wire mesh. Pieces were marked with numbers so he knew what windows they went to. He would put one piece in place, secure it, then put the other in place and not only secure it, but join the two together. He used large doors hinges and hinge pins to do this. They were anchored very securely in place. It would stop most folks but those who really wanted to get in could do so with the right tools. As each room was sealed up, he lit some candles to light the place. No way he wanted folks to know he had any type of electricity, no matter how simple it may be.

He finished up the patio door leading to the deck and this left the front door and the garage door. Those would be last as they required something a little different not to mention he would still have to get the truck out. It was late evening now and he was anxious to get started very early in the morning so he locked the front door and secured the garage door. He had drilled several holes along the garage door rail and placed six padlocks, three on each side so the door would not roll up. The wheels would stop because of the padlocks. Before he left he would be able to secure it further but that had to wait. He spent the rest of the evening prepping his gear and loading the truck for the next day.
 
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Thanks all. I'm going to try posting a piece about every other day but if I can get one up sooner I'll post it. Tonight will have a third piece for sure. I'll throw some names of equipment in there once in awhile but not very often. I'm not into promoting companies or anything. I'm trying to be vague as possible, no sense in really identifying makes, model numbers, specs, etc. I'm not saying what Haliday does will be perfect, but I'm not so it is what is. Enjoy. Thanks for the encouragement.