Worst Case Scenario - Book 5: Militia

WORST CASE SCENARIO

Series

Militia

Book 5

G. Allen Mercer

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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious.  Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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2015 G. Allen Mercer 

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Cover design and text by G. Allen Mercer

Evil is everywhere.  What you do about it is what matters.

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Acknowledgments

About the Author

CHAPTER 1

The farmhouse was ablaze.  A part of the hill behind the crumbled stables crackled with fire.  The charred metallic skeletal remains of three helicopters smoldered in the field.  Hell had come to the Tiller farm.

Two of America’s military fighter jets screamed over the farm, surveying the damage.  They pulled up into a climb, applied afterburners, and rocketed away.

Grace ran towards the farmhouse, screaming for Joshua to help, when she saw movement from her right.  She raised her weapon and just as quickly lowered it.

“Anna!  Adam!  You’re alive!”   They ran to her, all three falling into a group hug.  “I thought you were dead.”  She squeezed them again before turning towards the farmhouse. 

Joshua skidded to a halt next to the group.  He briefly put his hand on his brother’s shoulder and squeezed.  “I need your help,” he said, and then he took off for the water well located between the burning house and the pasture.

The farm’s water supply was fed by a deep underground well; that Bob had designed to be EMP proof but not bullet proof.  The electrically insulated control box that regulated the pump had been destroyed by one of the helicopters.

“Turn it on!” Adam yelled at his brother.  He held the end of the garden hose, pointing a dry nozzle at the blaze consuming his home.

“I can’t!  It’s destroyed. I’ve got to pump it by hand,” he yelled.  He then bypassed the electronic pump and started pumping a turn-of-the-century handle on a mechanical pump.

Twenty seconds later, he was rewarded with the flow of water filling the hosepipes.  Josh pumped as hard as he could, but he would never match the pressure of the electronic pump and deliver enough water to put out the fire. 

Adam sprayed the jet fuel fed fire with the low water flow; it had little effect.  Anna and Grace held onto each other, helpless, as they watched the boys struggle and the place burn.

“All of our parents are gone,” Anna whispered.

Grace slowly shook her head.  She couldn’t comprehend what was happening.  The heat of the fire was so hot that she thought she could smell the singe of her hair.  “No,” she finally mouthed.

Joshua found a second hose and did his best to help his brother put out the fire, but their efforts, and the lack of real water pressure, garnered little results.  Grace and Anna moved to stand by the boys as they worked.  Grace turned to look at the horses, unable to stare at the funeral pyre any longer.  The horses were panicked and ran around the far side of the pasture, staying as far away from the heat and commotion as they could manage.  That is when she saw motion again.  Reflexes brought her rifle up, ready to fire.

“Mary!” Grace said, seeing the woman standing in an open part of the field, 25 yards away. “What the f…”

Anna turned to look at what Grace was yelling about and saw her, too.  “Mary!”  Both started running towards the woman in the field.  “Where did you come from?  Are you okay?” Anna fired off first.  “Oh, my God, you’re bleeding!”

“I’m okay,” she mouthed without a lot of emotion.

“Are my parents okay?” Grace shot next.

Mary nodded. She was soaked in blood.

Anna grabbed the shoulders of the woman, looking for an injury.  She was fine.

Leah appeared out of the ground a few yards away, then Violet Tiller, and then Ian.  They were climbing up an airshaft that fed the bunker under the burning house.

Violet was also covered with blood, and she looked like she was in shock. 

“Josh, look,” Adam said, turning around to see the reunion in the field.  They had totally forgotten about the airshaft.  “The bunker saved them,” Adam said to his brother, smacking him on the shoulder as he broke into a run to see his mother.

Joshua didn’t answer, but he too ran to his mother.  She looked injured.

“Mom, are you hurt?” Adam was first to reach his mother.

Anna was still checking over Mary, when Adam showed up.

“It’s not my blood,” Mary said before Anna could ask another question.  Anna didn’t know what to do.  She looked at Violet, the ER nurse, but her state of shock further compounded the situation.

“Are you sure?” Anna asked for the final time.

“Yeah, I’m not hurt, its…” but, she didn’t finish the sentence. 

“Mom, where are you hurt? There’s so much blood!” Adam asked again.  He looked all over her for a bullet wound, but could not find an injury.

“Where’s Dad?” Joshua asked, with one hand on his mother.  She looked at her oldest son. Her eyes were wide and reflected the flames of her burning home.  “Mom!”  He gently squeezed her shoulder.  “Mom, where is Dad?”

Violet shook her head slowly.  She couldn’t speak.

“Mr. Burrows?” Adam turned to Ian.  “Where’s my Dad?”

Ian inhaled deeply.  He released his daughter to Leah and took a step towards Joshua and Adam.

“Your father…” he cleared his throat.  “Your Dad is gone,” his voice cracked slightly, the news pained him deeply.

Both Tiller boys gazed at the man as if he were speaking ancient Egyptian.

“What?” Adam whispered.  His mother looked away from the fire and at her boys.  She reached out and pulled both of them into her chest.

“It’s true,” she whispered into their hair.  She held both boys as if she was never going to let them go.  “He died in my arms.”

“But…but,” Adam pulled back from his mother, some of his father’s blood had imprinted on his cheek from his mother’s shirt.  “You’re an ER nurse…you…you save people.  You saved him before.  You…”

As Joshua released his mother, his demeanor changed.  He put both hands on his younger brother’s shoulders and spoke from a place that he had never wished to speak be.  “Adam.  Adam,” his voice was calm and steady.

“But he can’t be gone.  He was ready for anything.  He prepped.  He was a Marine.  He…”

“Adam,” Joshua said again.  “Look at me.”

Adam pivoted his eyes up to his brother.

“I need you here, with us. Dad is gone. It’s up to us now.”  Joshua stepped into a role that he had hoped he would never have to occupy. “Mom and I need you now more than ever.  Do you hear me?”

It took a second, as if the words were traveling through a filter, but Adam nodded.

“Adam, we need to protect mom.  Do you hear me?”  Joshua asked, again.

Adam’s eyes traveled from looking at Joshua to his mother and then back to Joshua.  He nodded, again.

“Boys,” Ian stepped up next to them and placed a hand on each of their shoulders.  “I’m so sorry.  Your father was a very good man.”  He waited for a second before saying what he had to say.

Both Adam and Joshua nodded in agreement with Ian, and Joshua felt the sting of his own tears pushing at the rims of his eyes.  There was a knot in his throat, and he found it hard to breath.  He looked over at Grace.  She met his stare, her forehead wrinkled in pain for the family, and her eyes were red with tears.

Ian looked out at the three burning carcasses of the downed helicopters. 
These kids did this.  These kids were the ones that saved us.
  He thought before speaking.

“We have to go,” his voice a whisper at first.  “We have made our presence known to the enemy.  We’ve killed too many of them for them not to know something is going on in this area.  It is only a matter of time before they come to hunt us down.”

“What does that mean?” Mary asked.

“It means we have to leave.  We have to leave now.” He paused to look at his watch.  “I bet we have less than an hour before they have a drone, or another helicopter, or an entire legion coming over the pass and zeroing in on this farm.”

Joshua looked around the farm.  This was his home.  He had known no other place other than college.  A jolt of panic shot through him. Two thoughts at once collided in his head.

“What about burying Dad, and we need to warn the neighbors?”

Violet sobbed at her son voicing the act of burying her husband.

Ian thought through the situation as quickly as he could, but Leah and Grace beat him to the punch.

“We need to get everything necessary to bug out in the Jeep and the El Camino,” Grace suggested.

“And you boys need to get on the horses and warn the neighbors that you can,” Leah suggested.  “The rest of us will help load.”

“Yea, but what about my Dad?” Adam asked.  “Who will…who will, you know, take care of him?”

“I will.”  Everyone looked at Ian.