Nanonano … remember from my last post. Well this will be the last post before the changes. Just in case there are issues for a few days so here it goes. RUFF !!!
Editorial help is welcomed. Anything short of rude and boorish behaviour will be considered. (See, writing does help with the minds word selection)
RUFF !!! ruff edited, ruff writing, first draft really.
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Winters Journey Book Zero
(Winters Journey set in Ontario Canada Post-Apocalyptic Prep Story)
Winters Journey in Ontario
On January 4, 1998 –
North American Ice Storm of 1998 – Wikipedia, the free …
Steve’s family were cold all of them were so cold. Steve’s parents had decided they could not stay in the house any longer. The Great Ice Storm of the Century is what they were calling it on the radio. The house had been freezing now for 4 days the first two or three nights had not been that bad, as the house had kept up its thermal mass. The fourth day had warmed up a bit and they thought it was over, and then the rain had started again. This dropped the temperature down to just above freezing but only by one or two degrees, that night had been still more freezing rain. Steve, his father and mother had been busy trying to put old blankets in the windows and doors to stop the cold from rushing in. With this new freezing rain, the power had gone out for good.
No power, no heating in the house since they had only the old electric furnace and the small fireplace in the basement family room. Steve’s dad Ken had told his mom Peggy and him that they only had four little store bought fireplace logs left. They could only use one at night during the coldest of the night to keep the place even a bit warm.
Two nights had passed then the weirdest sounds from outside had brought them to the windows to see what was going on. It was colder now, 10-15 Celsius below 0 and getting colder and now the water on the branches and in the wood was turning to very hard ice and expanding. The trees were breaking and shattering all around them. In the small creek behind them, the sound of trees shattering and falling down the banks was quite frightening to all, even little Peggy Sue who had stayed inside by the fireplace. At 4 yrs old, she was quite the gymnast though very thin and prone to the effects of the cold. The fiery explosion of one of the hydro transformers just down from their house had them all jumping and the girls giving off little shrieks of terror with some loud gasps from the guys as well. Back inside Steve’s dad had commanded and they all moved very quickly back through the door, replacing the blanket hanging over the door.
Steve had heard it first on the small transistor radio in the rec room beside the ineficient fireplace which was more decorative than functional. They were all in the re-croom now for warmth. There was a warming centre at his elementary school set up for the area. Even with the doors, windows and the rec-room blocked off with the last of the spare comforters hanging in the hallway to stop the cold from seeping in from upstairs, they were all nearly frozen now. Steve watched his slender little sister who was such a marvellous gymnast shiver under the piles of blankets so bad it looked like she was bouncing up and down on the trampoline, she was so cold. Taking a blanket off of himself, he draped it over her while she slept. Steve loved the Little Runt as he called her, though now at 4 years old she was not close to his height, she was a pest, a girl and his sister and he loved her but would never admit it to anyone. He was a boy after all and a 5 year old boy at that!
“Daddy, dad you awake,” asked Steve, trying to sound more grown up, “Dad?”
Ken blinked his eyes open and tried to focus on his son.
“Ya, give me a sec as I was only slumbering, too cold to sleep well anyways.” His dad Ken replied. Stretching his arms out of the covers, they fell and revealed his mother who had snuggled completely under for warmth.
“Hey” she mumbled, what gives its cold out there?”
“Look at Peggy Sue she is so cold that she is bouncing up and down shivering,” Steve exclaimed and pointed at the same time to his sister. “I just heard on the radio that the high school which is just past my school is a warming centre, we should go there, all of us I am worried about her.”
Both Steve’s mom and dad sat up now worried expressions on their faces, as they looked at each other. Steve saw them study each other’s faces and eyes for a few moments, give a quick little nod of the head then turn to look at Steve again. “You sure about that son?” asked his mother Peggy, as she moved over to snuggle up with her youngest, sharing her body warm with her.
“Yes positive, they are repeating the message every 15 minutes on the local radio station.” Stated Steve in his best grown up manner. Now all of them watched his little sister bounce and shiver with the cold, under the blankets.
After locking the door behind them, they started towards the warming centre that was at the high school just past Steve and Peggy Sue’s elementary school. The car looked like a giant ice sculpture and would take a day to even get it to be ready to move with all of them chipping away at it. They stood there looking at the car and the street that was covered with ice and ice-encrusted branches and fallen trees on the road, sidewalks and properties around them. There was no way other than to walk over anyways. Normally this would have been about a 20 min walk; today it would see them arrive about 2 hrs later instead of the normal leisurely 20-minute stroll. The ice was so thick and slick they could barely walk at all. Slipping, sliding and falling had them all but crawl the entire distance even their warmest winter boots were too slippery Their clothing although designed for cold weather for urban people was not up to this task, they were all freezing, wet and exhausted by the time they got to the warming centre. This was not a short easy walk it was a dangerous winter’s journey.
(Elaborate at shelter, but keep brief as short narrative)
“Look, there seems to be a group of kids over there. Why don’t you take your sister Steve and go make some friends while we check in and figure out all the grown up stuff. Stay there or come and tell us where you will be before you go anywhere else except the bathroom.” Their parents mumbled to them, mostly distracted by all the people talking and signs all over with infomation for them to read.
“Hi guys my name is Steve and this is my little sister PeggySue.” “Hey, I am Kyle and this is Mike.”
** Note: updated with a bit of added words as well as a bit of editing and proofing for the dialogue. Though, I am not even trying to keep the original formatting when I paste here. Sorry, too much work with little to no returns.