Runner
Copyright© 2010 by Monbade
Epilogue
Mathew:
July 4th:
One year after the plaque:
I watched as the fireworks detonated above the city of Driggs, Idaho. My wives were sitting around me as the town celebrated its independence day. Around the park were hundreds of survivors of the worst disaster the country ... no, the world ... had ever seen. The casualty count was in the billions, as only three in ten survived the plague. The Middle East, China, and the South East Asian countries had been mostly wiped out. The United States had spent the last nine months ferrying its equipment home, bringing ships into port and gathering the survivors together. Allied warships had been towed to the US ports and stored as had ships of other Navies like China's and Russia's ballistic missile submarine fleets.
Special Forces had removed as many nuclear missiles and bombs, from other countries, as could be found and stored them in Area 51, to be destroyed later. For the first time since the Second World War, most of the nuclear warheads in the world, were now in American hands.
"Mister Davis, I have the latest poll results for the state. Sir, as of ten-thirty, you are ahead in the vote for governor by sixteen percent. How does it feel to be the new governor of the great state of Idaho?" the reporter asked.
I almost dropped my glass in shock.
Looking at the reporter from the Boston Globe, I said, "I am humbled. I would have never believed a former special forces solider, who was kicked out of the Army for ignoring stupid orders, to be elected. Hell, I was living in Florida where I almost got my ass shot off, and running for my life here ... Ouch!"