The Garnering
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"The Garnering," by R. Hilary Adcock, is Book One of The Trilogy of Hope. The story begins when 'Vanishing Day' causes the sudden, global disappearance, of men, women, and children. Warnings of the 'vanishing' were prophesized, and preserved, in ancient texts, but were ignored as the population grew in number and apathy. Those who heeded the ancient words of warning 'vanished,' and those who remain are thrown into chaos, as the Earth becomes a hunting field, with humans as prey. A totalitarian entity, called Capitia, strives for world domination, using the power of a police force named Legion, whose soldiers are called Enforcers.
The reader will engage with Chet the trucker, Bruce the marine, and Ruby the nurse, as they face the challenges of survival, and the ever-increasing threat capture. The innate desire for freedom, empowers many to rebel, while others flee and hide in hopes of survival.
R. Hilary Adcock
Author R. Hilary Adcock is a retired individual who has enjoyed a diverse range of experiences in his life. With a background in architecture and forensic construction expertise, he has also pursued a passion for aviation, sailing, and exploring different parts of the world. Having traveled in Europe, North America, South America, North Africa, Canada, and Alaska, he has sailed across the west coast of the USA and Mexico, the Sea of Cortez, and the Caribbean. Now residing in the White Mountains of Arizona, he has turned his focus to writing.
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The Garnering - R. Hilary Adcock
THE
GARNERING
To Garner: To Redeem Objects of Value... Once Lost
R. Hilary Adcock
Copyright © 2023 R. Hilary Adcock
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Prologue
Vanishing Day. The day humanity was thrown into global chaos when men, women, and children suddenly vanished. Those souls that remain on the Earth are left to face the reality that the promises and warnings recorded in the Bible, and other ancient texts, were true. In this story, the event is called Vanishing Day.
What hope could there be after Vanishing Day? What is to become of those who realize that Vanishing Day was of God, and what hope of Heaven could there be for those who pray for forgiveness after that day?
The Garnering is that hope.
To garner is to glean. To glean is to salvage the fallen bits of a harvest that were rejected on harvesting day. Workers are sent into the fields to find that which can be saved, and so our story begins.
PART ONE
MELEK-GIBBOR-RAPHA
CHAPTER 1
Colorado Mountains Interstate 80
A small group of souls gather along the roadway high in the Colorado Rocky Mountains. They huddle together, frightened, and confused.
Nearby and unseen by human eyes, are two Angels of Light that have been dispatched to find specific human workers for the Garnering. At this moment, their attention is focused on the man they see standing among the trees, and looking out over the valley that lay below his vantage point. He is tall and trim, with red hair and broad shoulders. His long coat hangs from his shoulders to just below the knees of his faded blue jeans. His Earthly name is Chet Rawlins; however, the Angels of Light recognize him by a Heavenly name.
WE HAVE A CHOSEN.
HE IS MELEK, THE LEADER
The massive gray rock that supports him, is the same rock it had been before the vanishings, and the pine and elm trees that surround him, are unchanged. The cool mountain air is sweet and brisk. In nature, and the mountain, everything is unchanged.
Yet with humanity, nothing is the same.
The sun is setting, and the temperature is falling as he walks back down the rise to the road. An evening mountain breeze brings a chill through his coat, causing his chest and shoulders to tighten.
Two women are huddled inside the cab of his big rig, and four men stand in front of the truck’s tall radiator, gleaning what little heat they can. He pulls the collar of his sand-colored canvas coat up around his neck. The soft fleece lining feels warm and comforting.
The sound of gravel crunching under his boots causes the men at the big rig to look his way. See anything?
The hint of a South Texas drawl flows in his words. Nothing I could tell from up here.
A short stocky man with crew cut black hair and muscle toned arms, like those of a bodybuilder, steps away from the group and approaches him.
Name’s Bruce Coal. You?
Chet, Chet Rawlins.
The stocky man named Bruce looks back at the three men standing in front of the big rig.
I don’t know what happened, or what’s going on, but I do know this.
He pauses and looks sternly at Chet.
We need to help these folks.
Chet looks at the men, and up at the women in the big rig, and says, Look friend, I’m just passing through. Not looking to get involved.
Bruce reached toward Chet with an open hand, ready for a handshake.
Well, sir, I’ve got news for you. We are involved. These men need direction, and those women need protection.
Chet looked down at the scuff marks and mud on his boots. For over a year, he had avoided getting involved with anyone. His mother had passed away while he was on the road, and he had lost track of his only living friend, Tom Winslow.
It was not Tom Winslow’s fault. There had been messages from Tom on Chet’s cell phone that he never returned.
The Angels of Light see Bruce standing with Chet.
WE HAVE ANOTHER CHOSEN
HE IS GIBBOR. THE WARRIOR.
Chet looks into the face of the man before him and sees the cold steel look in his eyes.
You military?
Chet asks.
Bruce answers, Yes, Marines. Just retired.
Chet returned the handshake and nodded toward his big rig.
Well Marine, I agree. These people need help.
The smile on Bruce’s face showed white straight teeth and his eyes changed from cold steel to warm amity.
The men gathered at the truck had been watching the exchange and walked the short distance toward Chet and Bruce. One of them spoke out.
What’s going on? We need to get off this damn mountain. And for god’s sake, we need to find out what happened.
A young man standing in the back of the group spoke out. The words flowed from his down-turned mouth. What happened? Are you nuts? I’ll tell you what happened. Aliens snatched my wife and kids. I don’t know why they didn’t take me.
Then he dropped to his knees, put his hands over his face, and wept. The two men near him stepped away, as if his emotions might touch them.
Bruce looked at Chet. Then he turned to the men, and said, We’ll help you.
A stocky man in the group responded, Great. Help us push our minivan back onto the road.
The woman watching from inside the big rig wipes condensation from the window with a red shop rag that Chet keeps in the door pocket. Snowflakes begin to fall, resting on the shoulders of Chet’s coat and sticking to his wavy red hair.
Bruce and Chet help the men rock the minivan back and forth while one of them shifts the transmission from drive to reverse, doing his best to match the men’s timing. Push number three, freed the front wheels from the shallow ditch and the van rolled onto the pavement. With a simple nod and a wave, they pulled away, heading west down the mountain.
They watched the minivan fade from view in the diminishing visibility as the falling snow swirled on the pavement. Chet rested his hand on Bruce’s shoulder, and asked, Have you got wheels?
Bruce pointed across the road to a lifted, black, late model SUV, and answered. Yes. Over there.
Chet said, Pull it over here by my rig. We need to move the women out of my cab.
Sure thing. Then what?
Bruce asked.
Chet answered as he walked toward his truck and trailer. I’m getting on the CB to find out what in hell happened. It’s probably not good news, and truckers have foul mouths. I don’t want the ladies to hear it.
As Chet approached the truck, the woman on the driver’s side became more animated. The other was huddled against the passenger door, clinging to an empty car seat, and rocking back and forth. He stopped a few feet away, and used a hand signal as he called out. Come on out!
When the Angels of Light saw the woman sitting in the big rig, they recognized her.
WE HAVE RAPHA,
THE HEALER.
The deep rumbling sound of Bruce’ SUV engine starting, causes Chet to glance over his shoulder. As he did, three compact sedans raced by, heading down the mountain road. The snow accumulation covering the pavement, caused the speeding cars to slip and drift as they disappeared from sight. Swirling clouds of snow from their wake floated in the air.
Bruce made a quick U turn across the road and parked near Chet’s big rig. He rolled down the window and said, I don’t think they’re gonna make it far driving like that.
Chet did not respond to Bruce’s remark. Instead, he signaled for Bruce to join him near the big rig. They helped the woman in the driver’s seat climb out of the cab, and into Bruce’s SUV. He had the heater on high, and three folded wool blankets ready in the backseat.
The other woman did not respond to Chet’s coaxing. Instead, she held the empty car seat, and continued to stare blankly ahead while rocking back and forth. Chet climbed into the driver’s seat to wake her up from the trance. However, she surprised him by opening the passenger door and jumping out of the cab. The empty car seat tumbled a few feet, scooping up small amounts of snow as it rolled.
She scrambled across the ground toward the car seat. Chet turned and called out to Bruce, who was getting the other woman settled into the backseat of the SUV. Hey! She jumped!
By the time Chet looked back, she had grabbed up the car seat and was running down the road. Bruce looked toward Chet, and then back in the direction he was pointing. He saw nothing. She had vanished from sight in the increasing whiteout.
What happened?
Bruce asked, looking confused.
Chet continued pointing in the direction of the fleeing woman and shouted. She jumped out of the cab and took off.
Bruce moved around to the driver’s side, slipping on the snow, and hung onto the SUV’s brush-guard to steady himself. He shouted as he reached the driver’s door. I’ll get her!
CHAPTER 2
Colorado Mountains Interstate 80
Chet sat watching Bruce’s black SUV disappear into the white. The Freightliner’s seat and backrest felt soothingly familiar. He held the big steering wheel in a two-handed grip, like he had done a thousand times before. A chill ran through him as a gust of cold air passed through the open cab, prompting him to close the doors. Alone again, just him and his truck. The fleeting moment allowed him to feel a normalcy that he knew would not stay, but being alone in the cab of his red Freightliner allowed him to reflect on the events of the past few hours. Events that made no sense, yet there they were. His gaze was fixed on the instrument panel and his mind played back the near-death experience of just a few hours ago.
Chet was totally unaware that there was an invisible battle raging around the cab of his truck. The Angel’s of Light were standing and swinging their flaming swords in wide arcs. That was all it took to stop the Dark Angels from reaching Chet, or Melek, as the angels know him.
His mind drifted to memories of a few hours ago.
A run from Denver to Los Angeles with a load of scrap iron on the 53-foot-long flatbed trailer. The heavy cubes had at one time been automobiles and household appliances, but were reduced to blocks of twisted metal, broken plastic, and shattered glass. The air temperature had dropped and his visibility through the streaked windshield was reduced when he rounded curves that turned west. The speed limit, for his gross weight, was 20 mph on the 7 percent grade, down the west descent, 8.6 miles past the summit and the Eisenhower Tunnel. He had used engine braking to ease the load on the brakes, but the weight of the rig and the pull of gravity pushed the speedometer higher each time he eased off the pedal. The only thing he could see clearly as he rolled around a west turning curve was the speedometer needle at 30 mph, and the trailer in the mirrors, drifting toward the centerline. He knew the rig could jackknife on the curve.
Then it happened. A big-rig with no one in the cab rolled up beside him, from behind and tapped the side of his trailer. The impact pushed it back behind his tractor, allowing him to regain control. The driverless rig rolled off the road into the canyon as Chet steered down the straightaway and stopped on the side of the road.
Both sides of the road were littered with vehicles. Some were parked with people standing nearby and others had crashed into trees along the road. A small black sedan was parked in front of Chet’s truck, with a woman kneeling next to the open rear door, and an empty infant car seat. Chet could hear the muffled sound of her wailing and crying as she trembled there on her knees.
The sound and sight of a pickup truck rolling by with the emergency flashers blinking, and the horn honking aggressively, snapped Chet back to the present with its strange reality. The reality he hoped to learn more about on the citizens’ band radio. He clicked on the CB and pulled the microphone from its hanger on the dashboard.
Breaker, breaker. This is CR. Anybody out there?
Static crackled from the speaker and he adjusted the squelch to clean-up the transmission. The voice that came over the radio was garbled, male, and stressed.
CR, CR … Mayflower … What’s … 20?
Mayflower, I’m 8 west of the Eisenhower Tunnel. You know what in hell is going on?
There was a long pause, long enough that Chet thought he had lost the signal.
CR … I’m rollin’ out … Dillon … got … on my tail … crazies are tryin’ … me over … goin’ west … I get … the 70 … bein’ chased by … crazy … of a Bitc …
The radio went silent. Chet tried to raise Mayflower, or anyone who would get on, but there was only silence.
Dillon was a small town at the headwaters of the Dillon Reservoir about six miles further down the highway. If he continued west down the mountain, he would pass by the Dillon turnoff. As he thought about what may lie ahead, he reached down and patted the sawed-off shotgun holstered under his seat.
CHAPTER 3
Colorado Mountains Interstate 80
Headlights ahead caught Chet’s eye. Bruce’s SUV slowed, made a U turn across the road and stopped in front of Chet’s big rig. The SUV’s tires made crunching sounds in the snow and frozen puddles. Bruce climbed out and walked slowly toward Chet with his hands on top of his head, like a prisoner of war on a forced march.
Chet climbed down from the cab and stood by the left saddle tank. When Bruce was close enough to hear him, he asked. Find her?
Bruce stopped, moved his hands to his pants pockets and slowly shook his head, all without looking up at Chet. His voice carried a tone of frustrated resignation. Couldn’t find her. She may’ve gotten picked up. I found the car seat but didn’t find her.
He shook his head slowly from side to side, then tilted his head back and looked up at Chet. Have you heard the radio?
Chet responded, No. Just the CB.
Bruce continued, There’s trouble down the hill. Local radio stations are talking about police battles in the streets and military blockades. The country’s coming apart and it sounds like the cities are locked down.
A woman’s voice startled the men, causing them to jump back a half step.
We need to talk. I need to know what you plan to do.
She was standing