The following set of Real Revo posts are fictional. None of this happened.
May 7th, 1435: A lot of the media seems to have abandoned their posts. I am still getting news on the Internet and on AM Radio. Very little on television although I am still getting BBC World off of satellite. They are predicting that the virus will sweep the United States and beyond. I think it is more virulent than even the terrorists expected.
Hawaii is still unscathed but an airliner from San Francisco on its way to Oahu was diverted to a remote airstrip on the big island. It is under quarantine. Paramedics are supposedly on the way but for now it is being held at the end of the runway under gun point. They aren’t even letting them open the doors. I can’t imagine the hell inside. I wonder if they will find anyone alive.
May 7th, 1541: I have decided to bring my son, his wife and two children to my house. They are the last people I will let in. We are now eight. Five adults and three children. We only have about a week of diapers for my grandson. I hope we don’t need much more than that.
May 7th, 1942: We are now being told to assume it is everywhere. It has only been 36 hours! Evidently it is spread like flu in general. You have to come in contact with others or objects they were in contact with. It isn’t in the air. We can go outside but we must stay close to the house. We are isolated and have to stay that way.
May 8th, 0023: The Northeast is blacked out. Electric company crews are not coming to work and powerplants needing to reduce output or shut down. That means widespread blackouts including, eventually, here. I will continue to blog for the record even if we lose power.
BBC World is reporting outbreaks in Japan and France. There are bodies in the street in San Francisco. I never thought something like this could happen. It is bizarre. I can still see the lights of my neighbor’s house but he might as well be a million miles away. It is a starry night. I can hear an owl. If I didn’t know better, I would think all was normal. How long will it last? Can we survive locked up like this? I have to tell you, I am scared.
May 8th, 0704: There are sick people five miles from my house. Hospitals are crowded and there isn’t enough protective gear to go around. The radio describes horror everywhere. All this and I still have power and Internet. It is surreal.
May 9th, 0934: Mom said she has been trying to call for hours until she finally got through. Mom and dad are in their church which serves as a food bank. They are with about a dozen other people. The power is out and they are sealed in a sweltering oven. They are turning people away who are begging to get in. Some are threatening violence but so far, no one has attacked them. They say the scene outside is ugly. Quiet streets except for an occasional car speeding here or there. She is scared the water will stop. I told them to fill every container they can find. I don’t suppose there will be cellular connectivity much longer. Then I won’t know what happens.
May 9th, 1025: My wife, daughter and daughter-in-law have inventoried everything we have. We have food for at least two months. Three if we conserve. That was based on my plan for a year for the three of us who live here. I pray I won’t need three months of food.
A lot of the food is in our freezer. I don’t know how long we can keep that frozen. I have a generator but how long per day do I have to run it to keep the meat frozen? I really don’t know and I don’t know how long I will need to run the generator. We are going to eat the frozen food first.
All I can say is thank God it isn’t the dead of winter.
May 9th, 1345: I just got off the phone with a neighbor. Everyone is pretty stressed out. He thinks they have enough food to be inside for four or five days. He doesn’t have a generator at all. I don’t see how thing is going to be over in in four days. I didn’t know what to tell him. He asked about my food supply and I lied. I told him I also have only four or five days. I feel like shit. He is a friend. What can I do? I can’t feed everyone. Hell, I can’t even go see him face-to-face.
May 9th, 1644: I have been trying to call mom. Can’t get through. I am really stressed out about my folks.
May 9th, 1709: Well, the power is off. They are saying on the radio that they were below staff limits to keep some plants open. There is some kind of a plan for rolling blackouts so we shall see how long it will last. I am on laptop battery and posting via cell phone. I doubt that will last much longer.
May 9th, 2204: Someone knocked on our door and I shouted that they had to go away. It turned out that it was a woman from my church. She was crying that she couldn’t go home for some reason… something about sickness there. She begged us to let her in. We couldn’t. She sat on our step and wept for what seemed like an hour. And then she went away in the darkness. I feel like shit. I don’t know if I can do this…
Coming Up: Part 4