One Second After

John looked at his old friend. Kellor, who as a very young general practitioner had brought Mary into the world, was with her when she left. He now tended to Jennifer and usually would drop over to the house once a month or so, to “check on my favorite girl,” and then stay for a scotch and a round of chess. It rankled him that nine times out of ten John won.

“Fear, combined with people actually having to walk more than fifty yards,” Doc Kellor continued. “There’s been something like three hundred deaths since this started.”

“Three hundred?”

“Why not?” Kellor said dryly. “You forget how fragile we really are, the most pampered generations in the history of humanity. Heart attacks, quite a few just damn stupid accidents, at least eight murders, and several suicides. To put it coldly, my friends, all the ones who should have died years ago, would have died years ago without beta-blockers, stents, angioplasties, pacemakers, exotic medications, well, now they’re dying all at once.”

John glared at Kellor for a moment, wondering what else he was thinking.

“It even hit pacemakers?” Charlie asked. “Good God, my mother has one.”

Everyone looked at him.

“She’s in Florida; I don’t know how she is… .” And his voice trailed off.

“I’m sorry, Charlie,” Kellor said, “but I’ve got to be blunt. Some yes, strangely, are still working, but how long the batteries will hold, well, I guess that’s a countdown for them. But some died within minutes or hours.”

John looked back at Charlie.

“You’re going to have to take control, Charlie,” and John said it sharply, a touch of the “command voice,” in his tone, to shock Charlie back to the reality of the meeting. “Clamp down hard or it’s going to get worse. So far we’re just in the first stage of panic here.”

“What do you mean?”

“People grabbing what they think they need, but not many thinking yet about a week from now, a month from now.” He paused. “A year from now. Have you held a public meeting to discuss with people what happened and what to do?”

“What a disaster,” Kate sighed. “Yeah, last night. Five or six hundred showed up; it was hard to get the word out. It almost made it worse. The moment Charlie started talking about EMPs and nuclear bursts, some folks just heard ‘nuclear’ and went crazy, saying they were going home to dig shelters.”

“Same as in Charlotte, according to Don Barber,” John said. “When the realization finally hits that this is the long haul, people will start looking at each other, wondering if a neighbor has an extra can of food in their basement.”

“Or an extra vial of medicine hidden in a cooler,” Kellor said quietly, and John knew he was talking about him but didn’t react.

“That’s when either we try to pull together and keep order or it will go over to complete anarchy.”

“That old Twilight Zone episode,” Kate said. “The one where a bunch of polite middle-class types are having a friendly social, the radio announces nuclear war, and by the end of the half hour they were killing each other trying to get into the shelter one had in his basement.”

Funny how we think in terms of film and television now, John thought. The Twilight Zone. Last evening he’d been dwelling on the episode where the aliens started flicking lights on and off in different people’s houses and soon everyone was in a panic, ready to kill one another, the aliens sitting back and laughing.

What would Rod Serling say about this now? “Presented for your consideration, America disintegrating when the plug is pulled…”

“To hell with The Twilight Zone for the moment,” Tom said, “Refugees. We’re starting to get swarmed with outsiders. That has me worried the most now. At least we know our neighbors who we can count on, but all these outsiders, who knows what they might do? And if too many come in, we’ll all be starving in a matter of days.”

“There’s a million or more in Charlotte,” Charlie said. “Even more in the Triad. If one in a hundred decides to make the trek, that means twenty, thirty thousand mouths to feed.”

He fell silent and no one spoke for a very long minute.

“We’ll have to have a plan,” Kate said.

“Sure, a plan, what plan?” Charlie sighed. “We had a plan for everything else, but never for this one. Never once for this one.

“And that’s why I got caught so off balance,” Charlie said sadly, shaking his head. “I was waiting for someone to call, to do something. I’m sorry.”

“Charlie, anyone would have been overwhelmed,” John said, not altogether truthfully, but still he could see Charlie’s thinking. Like the military preparing for combat: disasters were something they drilled for. No one had ever drilled for something at this level, had a master plan up and ready to go, and therefore the precious first few days, when so much could have been done, were lost.

“Maybe someone in Asheville is getting a handle on it,” Tom said. “We all saw that Black Hawk go over. He was beelining straight for Asheville. Maybe they got some kind of link up there.”