Earth's Survivors: World Order: Earth's Survivors, #8

By Geo Dell

The Earth's Survivors series follows a group of people in an apocalyp[tic world. Governments are gone. Military is gone. There is no protection of any kind. Gangs and strong men rule what is left. In a formerly wild areaof the North American content a small group of survivors have begun again.

Far from the destroyed cities and relying on old world knowledge to begin again, this group of people is building what they call a New Nation. From the ground up and survivors from all over are trickling in little by little to join them. Other survivors are putting together other areas, but the Nation seems to be rising above all the others.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Writerz
• Release date: Dec 5, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223726838

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EARTH'S SURVIVORS: WORLD ORDER

Copyright 2016 Geo Dell all rights reserved.

Cover Art © Copyright 2018 Geo Dell

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

PROLOGUE

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

EIGHT

CHARACTER BIBLIOGRAPHY

EARTH'S SURVIVORS: WORLD ORDER

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POST PLAGUE

Frequent Walker

In this world time moves by, doesn't stop for you or me. The ones who stop and wait are the ones who never see...

So my feet... move me on though they're weary of this flight. They will lead me to tomorrow, wipe the fallen from my sight...

In my life I have seen distant dreams of futures past, and the one who filled my cup left it empty at the last...

And my eyes, tired from sight, rimmed in red and slow to see, can't conceive eternity from the edge of what can be...

Walk alone through this world. Through this cold I've always known. Taking only what I need from the seed that has been sown...

And this world sells itself pretty dreams that cannot be, and though we stop to look we can never truly see...

Take my time, tap the glass, raise the bubbles from my cure. Pull the curtains on my pasts, and all I thought they ever were...

As my soul finds its way, push the darkness from my mind. Lay your words upon my heart as my rest I go to find...

Pick me up. Fill my cup. Fix the damage in my head...

Fill my soul. Make me whole. Raise me from the dead...

Show my eyes what can be. shine your light so I can see...

Let my heart lead me on, from your memories in my mind. lay your coins upon my eyes, speak your magic line by line...

As my sun slowly sets I will try not to forget all the lessons from this world and the souls that I have met...

Lyrics copyright 2010 Geo Dell

PROLOGUE

Post Plague:

Year 32: October 39th

The Nation

Bear sat at the mouth of the cave staring out over the valley below. This close to the thick plastic the air was cold, but the wooden benches were comfortable, if a little hard. They had served for dozens upon dozens of people since Mike and James had built them some thirty years before. They still served them well. He turned and smiled at several children who sat nearby pointing out different landmarks in the valley far below. The children, especially, never seemed to tire of sitting on the low benches and looking out over the valley.

Bear chuckled to himself, turned his eyes from the other benches, and back out on the valley far below. The snow was falling heavy. Two hours ago late fall had been holding steady, little smudges of green had still existed throughout all the fall foliage in the valley. Now it was quickly becoming a blanket of white. Fall had lost this round.

Years before they had devised a new year that better kept track of seasons and the much longer year the Earth now had. Even with a year that now held some 95 extra days, spread throughout the year to even the seasons out, the time still seemed to move by too quickly. Time was never a friend to anyone, Bear thought. Well, maybe to death, nothing else.

The seasons had worked themselves out after a few years. Some longer, some shorter, it was winter that had come out the winner in that round. Even slightly longer winters had a huge impact on the year around weather and the planting that could be accomplished. It took much longer to get through winter, Longer for spring to thaw the valleys and fields for planting, longer for the sun to warm the ground, and glaciers were forming in the north. Growing ever bigger year by year. Bear had sometimes wondered in years past if he would see them come this far. Of course the answer was no. They would not come this far in his lifetime, but he had no doubt they would come her eventually.

Winter was coming in strong, there would be little left to do soon, but plan the bison hunts, and tell stories around the fire.

They still kept their own herds, started from the stock they had worked so hard to bring into this valley, but they often hunted. The habit was good, and it passed the skills down to the younger ones. There were places in this still young world where those skills were essential.

The whole mouth of the cave had been closed off from the elements for many years. Thick plastic sheets that spanned floor to ceiling. An aluminum frame that held them. Warmth inside, the elements without, but always within reach. Something James had built. The last thing James had built, Bear remembered sadly. That had been back when Mike had lead the Nation. No, he told himself, that had been back in the council days. Before the wars had begun. Before the years of leaders, kings, the two queens and everything else that had come with the wars. With the end of the Zombie Plagues and the second great death. Even so, even in the council years, Mike had been their leader. The council had made its decisions but Mike had lead them.

Bear had been the leader of the Nation for several years now, he had assumed it when the Nation was broken, falling apart. He had helped to rebuild it, but he was getting older and it was getting closer and closer to the time when he would need to turn the reigns over to a younger, stronger person. Maybe even this winter, he thought, as he watched the snow swirl and blow.

Back in the cave behind him there were three generations waiting to take their own steps into the procession that would bring them to leadership. Some of those young men and women were ready now. It really wasn't something he should be thinking about, it was something he should be doing.

Grandfather?

Bear smiled up into the eyes of Rain, a newborn at her breast, her swollen belly a testament to the one coming. There were so few. He took one of the furs from his shoulder, and laid it across the worn wooden planking for her. A second went around her shoulders as she sat.

It's not too cold for the baby this close up is it? Bear asked. The plastic held the weather out, but it was still very cold this close to the huge plastic sheets.

Rain smiled back. Thank you, grandfather. No, it isn't too cold. She looked out over the valley too.It's beautiful, she said.

It is, but it can be treacherous. Winter is here now... Probably you should stay? he asked the last. Too often he came off as demanding. The rule giver. It was something that Beth had always chided him about. His mind clouded at the memory of her, gone now for the last ten years. And him still here, still leading.

It's what Ron and I thought too. Alabama Island will be there in the spring. I thought we could send a messenger... Maybe tomorrow after the snow? She smiled widely. She knew he had been worried, and she was glad that he had given them the time to work it out between them. Glad now to give him what he would consider good news. Bear had already stood and turned though, his large frame standing tall from the rock floor.

Candace, he called out.

A young woman came from the back area of the cave. She was tall, dark, short cut black hair framed her face. Her clothes were stitched leather, heavy, well made. A machine gun rested upon her back. A wide belt circled her waist, pistols on either side and a knife sheaf depended from it. Firepower was an luxury. Not easy to come by any longer. At one time everyone had made their own bullets, but the wars had destroyed most of that. Now the Nation was one of the few that still knew how to make it, and more than that, had the materials to make it.

She came and stood next to Bear. She looked so much like her mother and namesake, Bear thought, that it amazed him. He had known Candace at this age, the resemblance always threw him when she was here, and made him think for a second that reality had side slipped and he was back in time somehow.

I will need you to deliver a message to your mother for me, Bear told her. He stood and walked a short distance away and continued to talk to her in low tones. Rain turned her face back out to the valley and watched the thick flakes of snow fall. When they finished their conversation they both came back to the benches. Candace starred out over the valley, her eyes veiled.

Rain smiled at Candace, but her face barely softened. She was so serious. The OutRunners never smiled, Rain thought. Always serious, and Candace was no exception. Rain supposed she had been the same during her service too, but something in Candace had gone past service, she had come to love it. She had never left it. It was her life. Younger than Rain herself, she had already been an OutRunner for several years. Rain had done her own duty for two years and had then become a wife and mother. She and Ron were going to Alabama Island to be considered for leadership within the Fold. She listened to the low whispers of talk between Bear and Candace and thought about her own life as she did.

She had come to this valley as a child with the original settlers. Years past now. That bought her to nearing her middle years, the age of leadership in the Fold. As she looked out over the valley she realized there was little left of the original settlement she had watched rise from the valley floor as a child. In those days the people had still clung to the old technology. That was long gone now, except with the OutRunners, and some other applications like the power plant, a few others. The people themselves had gone back to simpler roots. The old ways James had taught them. His motto had been, why use it just because it's there? Do we really want to return to the old life, or do we really want to move on to something else? Always a challenging question, and one everyone had to answer in their own way.

The cave, the ruins of the stone houses; that was all that remained. It had all been destroyed in the wars. There was only a Nation at all because Bear had come back, killed the interlopers that had enslaved the people, freed them, Rain included, and taken the valley back. In those days the Fold was a small faction and the Nation ruled everything. The Nation went on to rule all of North America, but as all large peoples they had fallen. The Fold had ascended, and then they had fallen too. Now the remaining peoples waited for the real end. They ruled their own small places, nothing else. The end that had begun all those years ago was finally coming to fruition.

Those women born before the end had started, those women could reproduce. The new ones could not. The potion that had given them all a shot at living through the catastrophe had caused them to bear children that could not continue the human race. Occasionally one would bear a child, deformed, and they didn't live long.

Bear spoke, interrupting her thoughts.

A team is outgoing with Candace. She will tell them to look for you in the spring. He smiled. Maybe that will give me time to talk you out of leaving. He smiled, but it was an uneasy smile.

Rain smiled. He didn't know why they were leaving. They had told him it was simply time to move. She didn't know how he would feel if she did tell him, but she hadn't wanted to hurt him.

Bear turned back to the valley, speaking as he did. They will know inside of a week.

Rain made up her mind. They have asked us to come... To be considered to lead... Mike himself asked for us.

Bear turned and straightened. Mike? He nodded. I thought surely he would be dead by now, he has been so poorly. Candace is still strong. He looked from Candace to Rain as he spoke.

He lives... Mother rules now, Candace told him quietly.

... I remember the times we spent there... When it was still good for all of us, Rain said. Her eyes teared up, she shifted the baby, and looked at Bear.

Bear nodded. "You should not leave here. I have, just today, sat staring out at this valley and wished you would stay so I could offer you this leadership, He turned away to hide his own eyes from her. Not so large as Alabama Island, but large. And in need of new blood. He turned back to face her. Had I known, I would have offered. I was afraid you would refuse it."

I... she caught herself as her voice broke. I didn't know... She turned her head away and then stood quickly and walked away.

Bear turned to Candace. I had thought that it would be that would lead after your parents stepped down.

It was offered, I refused. My place is here, in the Nation. This valley was where I was raised, not there... I ... I refused, her eyes seemed to struggle to say more, but it was not really necessary.

It was the same with many aspects of the split that had torn the Nation apart. There were sides and they were chosen. After all of these years he couldn't think of a single reason why he had stayed and fought for the Nation as opposed to the Fold. He reached out and placed one large hand on her shoulder. I understand your choices. I am glad that there are no barriers between your mother and father and you. He waited for her eyes to meet his. I hope to be going with you. I should make some changes here. He glanced over at where Rain stood talking with Ron.

Candace followed his eyes.

Ron had watched Rain from the seat he shared at the fire with some of the other hunters. He excused himself, and followed her to the back of the cave where they made their own winter quarters.

Rain? he asked as he came to her and placed one massive hand on her shoulder.

He is stepping down... He wanted me to know he would have already given the leadership to us. She turned and buried her face in his shoulder and wept. The baby fussed for a second, upset at the confinement and emotion, and then went back to nursing, sniffling as she did.

Ron smoothed her hair with his roughened hands. He turned her slowly, and then pulled her and the baby down to the floor where he held her silently for a few moments.

"What do you want, Rain. What do you want?"

I can't leave now. I can't. We can lead here. We can make it bigger. Rebuild it even more from the wars. It could be good, Rain said as she looked at him with her tear reddened eyes.

Trade the sea for the snow? he asked with a smile.

Leaders can visit. She shifted around. I think all the people that caused the wars are dead now. Just the ones who worked so hard to end it are still going, except Beth. Bear, Mike, Candace, Patty, Billy, Pearl. They are still here. They still want it all back together. We should try to get this all as one again. As Leaders we could do it. I could accept leadership here, you could accept it there. It could work. Her eyes pleaded with his own.

They will turn both of us out if we tried that, Ron told her.

Not if we were straight forward. Accept leadership here and take the proposal to them next spring. We will already be leaders here. They can only say no, but I do not believe they will say no. I think it is time to put us all back together, Rain said softly. The baby let go of her nipple and began to fuss. Poor, baby, she soothed as she put her over her shoulder and patted her back softly, rubbing for short periods. Her eyes met Ron's own.

Tell Bear. Tell Bear and see what Bear says about it, Ron said after a few moments.

BEAR WATCHED THE HEAVY flakes fall. He had not known what to make of Rain jumping up and leaving so quickly as she had. He only hoped it was because she wanted time to talk to Ron about what he had said. What he had essentially offered.

He had shocked himself. While it was true that he had been sitting here thinking about turning leadership over, he had not thought it would be so soon. He had hoped that when Rain and Ron came back from their trip to Alabama Island he could approach the subject with them. Now he could see that it would have been far too late then. They would have left and they would never have come back.

It saddened him to think of passing leadership to someone else, but in another way the responsibilities were too heavy. He was too old. Candace and Mike were both younger, Mike's health was poor, but Candace was strong. He couldn't understand why she would give up leadership. A position she had held in one capacity or another for all of the years since the end had come. She was a natural. What would make her consider stepping down, he wondered as he stared out over the valley.

He had been on the verge of rising, going to find Rain, when Ron dropped down beside him.

Bear held his eyes when he turned to him. She spoke to you?

She did, grandfather. He laughed. She would never leave you now.

It wasn't meant to make you stay... It was time, Bear said. He turned his eyes back out to the valley. In the far distance a herd of bison grazed. Whether their own or a wild herd he could not tell. At one time the entire valley had been closed. No longer. A smaller valley on the opposite side of the mountain held the winter herd. Small. What they could afford to keep and feed through the cold months, and the cold months were lasting longer and longer now. The rest were turned loose. They mingled with the wild herds, but they never forgot the valley was their home, and so they could be depended upon to come back in the spring.

Ron followed his eyes and watched the herd of Bison in the distance through the blowing snow. Big herd.

Bear nodded and then turned. You will stay?

She will stay... he paused and let his words sink in. Concern mounted in Bear's eyes. She seems to think that I should take the leadership being offered by the Fold... Bring us all together as a people again.

Bear smiled. "She is like my own blood. He laughed. A small laugh, but then he let it roll out of his huge chest. Might give Mike a reason to live after all. I can see it. I can see it." He fell quiet, watching the bison as they moved more fully into the protection the walls of the valley offered. Their coats were already snowy, carrying the weight of the snow as it hid them from the eyes of predators. Ron watched with him.

Almost gone already... If I didn't know exactly where to look...

Yeah. I never get tired of it, Bear agreed. I'm older than all of them, you know. It's so unfair. Beth was so young, should have outlived us all. Here I am in my late seventies, almost eighty now... Soon I will be... He sighed. Mike is barely fifty, Candace a little younger than that. He shook his head. Where did it all go to? He turned and met Ron's eyes, but Ron only shrugged as he held his eyes. Both men turned back to the valley, but just that fast the Bison, who had been moving nearer, had disappeared under their walking blankets of white.

Insulates them too. Hard for me to believe that but it is true, Bear said. He turned back to Ron. She's right... It's what should have been done long ago. He stood and turned back into the cave where Candace stood talking to several other OutRunners. The only vehicles they still had were the OutRunner vehicles. Everything else had long been given back to rust and age. The OutRunner vehicles had only gotten better. Built from scratch and modified with more and more technology as they came across it in the old, hidden military bases they sought out on their missions.

Bear stood to his full height and raised his arms high above him. People, Bear's voice boomed out and the people in the cave stopped what they were doing and looked to him. He may have been closing in on eighty, but there was still a great deal of fight in that voice. Power. He waited until he had everyone's attention, at least those that were inside. At one time there had been several thousand people here. Now there was slightly more than two thousand. Still a great responsibility, and a growing one even with the world on the brink of the extinction. Most were working at this time, but it didn't matter. The news would find them.

Rain came from the back. The baby gone. Most likely sleeping on a pile of furs with a few others, Bear thought. She came to Ron. Her face tense. Unsure what was about to be said.

You all know me. You all, I hope, know that I am not pretentious. I pray to God I never have been or will be. I am just a man. He paused. There is no easy way to say this, for I love you all. You mean something to me. Every one of you. And if you can look at this in that light you will realize it is past the time I stepped down. A few gasps punctuated the silence and a very low buzz of hushed, surprised conversation.

It has never been concealed from you that I have looked upon Rain as my blood. That is why I hope and pray that you will accept her leadership of this Nation. Bear fell silent and the silence in the cave held for a few moments before the cheers began. With a few seconds the crowds around himself and Rain were so thick they found themselves pushed together and herded back into the central area of the cave. Questions. They would have them. He had to answer some of them at least.

Bear raised his arms and waited for the quiet. I give you your leader... Will you accept her?

The cave reverberated with the shouts of yes.

It's finished then, Bear said softly. He said it softly deliberately, to hold their attention for a moment longer. Before the celebration begins I will explain why it had to be now. When Candace and her OutRunner team leaves I will be going with them to Alabama Island. I will leave tonight with them, and I do not know if I will return. My wish will be to return, but that old dog age is nipping at my heels, and who knows, maybe I will reach the warmth of the sea and wish to stay there. He waited for the laughter to die down.