The Legacy series by Sean Liscom (#4-5)
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Overview: I was born in October of 1970 in California but have lived in northern Nevada since 1977. At an early age, I was bitten by the Fireman bug. In the spring of 1988 I joined the local volunteer fire department. I served in several different capacities from Firefighter I, EMT-B, Engine Operator, Safety Officer, Training Officer, Engine Captain and Type III Incident Commander. I retired on 01-01-11. During the summer of 1989, I found myself joining up with a government contracted engine strike team. I also served with them in different positions that mirrored my volunteer service with the exception of becoming a Strike Team Leader. With 5 Type III engines, two water tenders and two service vehicles under my control, I had to quickly learn how to deal with the "human" element. I must have done okay because they kept asking me to come back to work for them. That lasted until the season ended in 1999. Now with a wife and family of my own, I made the move into the private sector where I worked at various security and warehouse jobs. Very early on, I learned that job security was pretty much a thing of the past. With that lesson, I learned about prepping. It may sound odd to tie the two together but I always had something in reserve for when I was out of work. Now, I never stayed out of work for very long but it did happen.
Genre: Fiction > Sci-Fi/Fantasy
4. The Ranch: Interims
“He told me that Ruiz and Wilcox had a way into the vault that nobody knew about. He told me that they were already inside and that the only way to get you out was to blow the elevator shaft apart. Jason, he recognized MY voice. He didn’t confuse me with Isabella! It had to be him!”
“What else?”
“He knew the phones were going to fail. He told me the vault was flooding and I needed to mount a rescue. He knew EVERYTHING! It was like he was standing here, in the middle of all this!” her voice grew louder. At that point, Ruiz was pulled from the hole. Kari immediately ran to the man. She extended her hand and pulled him up. “Where is he?” she demanded.
5. The Ranch: Evolutions
January 12th, 2023.
I remember the day the gates closed and stayed closed. I remember it like it was only yesterday. Standing on the sidewalk in front of the medical building, the American flag gently flapping in the breeze behind us, my father’s hand on my shoulder. I’ll never forget the way he apologized to me, the sadness in his eyes. He said he wished he could have done more to prevent what happened; he felt a horrible guilt about the way things turned out.
While the ranch had been a virtual beehive of activity, when that front gate closed with a metallic clang, everyone froze. There was a silence casting a pall over the entire ranch. No one spoke nor did they dare move. Even the livestock were unusually quiet. It was as if they too had sensed what had happened. The dire consequences of human actions had stunned every living thing at the ranch into silence.
It would be months before the cloak would begin to lift. It was an abnormally harsh and early winter that followed the mellow days of September. Over the course of the winter, we finally began to understand the magnitude of the devastation outside of our walls. One by one, our contacts on the HAM radio fell silent as the plague took its hefty toll on humanity. Before they went dark, the HAM stations all reported the same frightful conditions. While things had been bad for most, those not immune to the plague were about to have a much harder time. The plague, as it had been dubbed, spared very few who came in contact with it. Those who were spared were left wishing for death to come. When January rolled around, the only contacts left on the airwaves were other immune outposts.
When it was finally time to plant the spring crops, the farmers were only allowed through the gate under heavy guard. It was the same when the cowboys went out to bring in the cattle or the wild horses. Hunting parties, scavenging parties, they were all heavily guarded. You see, to have the blood of an immune meant you had a target on your back. There were groups of survivors who held the belief that our blood could bring them the same immunity from the plague. However false their beliefs, it was the last shred of hope they had, and they clung to it ferociously, violently even.
My father told you of the Legacy that was left to him. I shall tell you the tale of the Darkness that followed. After all, this is the only way to make sure the historical account is accurate. My name is Tara Sterling, and I will tell you about life after the Legacy……
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