Desolation

The Teacher endured a disquieted sleep, often stirring and dreaming. He woke from the last dream sitting up in his bed, bathed in sweat and screaming. It had been first magical and then disturbing. He was walking west with hundreds of followers. When they came to the mountains, he looked and found a three-pointed mountain with a city below. This city had a dome over it and sparkled in the sunlight, and then he had another dream. Two radioactive clouds descended on the town he was in, while the townspeople were praying to him. The clouds burned everyone’s skin, causing much pain and suffering. Many scratched at their faces, opening up wounds and scraping flaps of skin, blood dripping and skin flopping onto the pavement below them, in a desperate attempt to stop the itch. The toxic clouds began asphyxiating everyone, including the Teacher. Just before he died, he woke up.

John rushed into his bedroom. He’d taken over since Thomas’s disappearance. “Teacher, are you all right?”

Breathing heavily, Paul responded, “Yes, I’m fine, John. In fact, God just spoke to me. We need to leave Fossil Ridge this morning.”

“Where will we go, Teacher?” As the first to hear of the latest revelation, John was understandably excited—and not a little nervous.

“We are going west, to a sanctuary in Colorado, to a place called Shicada.”

Thompson Journal Entry

Continued…

Where you will go

If we are separated and you must bug out of Rocky Point, I have set up two places for you to go:

Mexico Ranch

I have a ranch in northern Mexico; about eight hours’ drive from Rocky Point. It is fully stocked with enough food and supplies for eight people to hold out for two years or longer. There is a natural water supply, and an abundance of wildlife to hunt. However, this is not the ultimate place for you to go. It is a stopping off point, perfect if you need to stop for days, weeks, etc. It is not a long-term solution.

So, if you are able to make the long journey, I would go to this place instead:

Cicada

If the world as we know it ends tomorrow, you should plan on going to Cicada. As you know, I have been planning for the world’s end my entire adult life, but I personally cannot plan for everything, although I certainly have tried. It also helps that I have almost unlimited resources.

Cicada was a project started by my great-grandfather, Russell Thompson, as a refuge for humanity in the event of an apocalypse. He never realized his dream for some of the reasons discussed in this journal. When I took over the project, I decided to bring in the best scientific minds from different fields so that together, when the apocalypse did happen, Cicada would be humanity’s best hope for survival.

Either this journal or my presence will be your ticket to entry. Once there, your family and whomever you bring with you will be safe.

50. Adios

Rocky Point, Mexico