Marlow threw in the last empty bucket of barley in the bed of the truck. Marlow looked over his family’s barnyard, he’d saved the most difficult chore for last. The pig’s trough had broken after momma Lucy wanted some alone time from her litter. She thought a safe place, a great place to ‘hide’ was in the trough.

Marlow found her asleep on a fresh pile of new firewood. If the rain ever stopped, they would have a great bonfire, he picked up the remnants of the trough. He took them to the retired trash can, and dumped them unceremoniously in the tin. A pack of rats scattered from behind the bin. Which scared the bejeebers out of Marlow, causing him to stumble backwards, tripping and landing on his rear. Which sent a bolt of pain up his spin.

A black rat looked back at him, sized him up, then chased after its companions. Getting up, Marlow attempted to brush his but off, but came away more muddy than clean. He remind himself to throw a towel down before he drove off.

Hay, of course, was everywhere, the crop was ready to be harvested on the morrow, and the cows had just started to come back home. But the pigs had nothing to eat from. Looking around the shed, all that turned up was a couple of buckets used to stop the rain from getting in the chicken coop. Poking his head in the coop, he found it humid and dry.

Figuring that Joy would check on the barnyard tomorrow, he filled the buckets with, sloop and dropped it off before skedaddling back to his car. Pork and Bacon were nice to have, but the smell of raised pigs was almost unbearable. Getting in his truck, he drove off and merged onto the freeway to go home. Forgetting to throw down a towel first.

“I’m here today to tell you some serious news.”

The radio crackled against the storm in the otherwise silent truck. Little did Marlow know that this one message by President Musk would change the world.

“It is imperative that everyone go to a government building and be issued a government data core” President Musk announced, followed by rustling of fabric, as the radio droned on.

“Sometime within the next month, this world is going to become a dangerous place” Switching on a blinker, Marlow signaled that he was getting off the freeway, heading into his all too familiar hometown. He began drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he stared at his windshield wipers that couldn’t swipe fast enough.

“For that reason, we and the world at large have prepared a refuge: A safe haven to weather the impending storm, until we can tame this new reality. It will be impossible for us as a people to survive on earth.”

Then the radio erupted with a cacophony of sound as many people began talking over each other to try and get their questions answered. With that, Marlow turned down the radio in hopes that it hadn’t damaged his remaining speaker in his truck. One voice was just barely heard over the disgruntled crowd.

“All of our troops, all government employees, all people who hope to survive longer than one month, please go to your nearest government building and get a Core. They are free, and I will now demonstrate their purpose.”

The cacophony of questions died off. The sound of rock scraping against wood could be faintly heard. As the president took his time, to gather his thoughts.

“These gems act as a key, a storage device, and a path to safety. Already, tens of thousands of people are in this new world, not knowing that they are fighting to save literally all of us. None of them are coming back. At the time of this broadcast, all people connected to the game ‘Eternium’ are living their true life there. As the man who sent them, it is my duty to join them as well. Take the Core, and hold it to your head. That is all you need to do. Good luck… and Godspeed.”

Silence reigned as the sound of a rock hit the ground. Marlow curious changed the channel, wondering if his radio broke. He turned it to a new station, he caught the tail end of the conversation.

“-seems as though the president of the free world has disappeared. Leaving us to wonder? Is this threat even real?” Flipping to the next few channels had similar results. Claiming, the president had just vanished out of the air, as if that was even possible.

Glancing up he noticed the cars ahead of him piling up, pressing on his break he eventually joined the line of cars. Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, he waited, someone probably panicked and crashed into someone. But then why were the other lanes also backed up?

Leaning his head against the window, he squinted, seeing nothing but tail lights ahead of him. Since traffic was barely moving, he pulled out his phone to call his mom.

“Hey Ma, just got done at the farm, I’m on my way back, but there is this massive pile up on the highway. Any clue what’s that about?”

“I don’t know, the new stations are talking about the president's magic trick. My guess is that someone lost control of their car and slid on the highway, so be careful now. Well be here waiting to watch that show that just came out. Oh, what's it called-”

A single car alarm began blaring, cutting off his mom momentarily. Leaning his head to the driver’s window again, he could see something flash in front of a tail light for a brief moment. Blinking, he looked around, he even unbuckled himself to look through the other windows through the truck. Find normal traffic outside.

“Honey are you alright, is something wrong?”

“I’m fine, I guess I just saw a deer or something.”

“A deer, what is one doing this far down from the mountains?”

“Looking for food, probably”

“Well, if things change let us know, I think it's your sister’s turn to pick the show tonight.”

“Ok, love you mom.”

“Love you.” Ending the call, buckling back in. He flipped the radio on, and found the regularly scheduled music. So he waited, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. Bobbing his head to the beat, trying not to think about the mud sliding down his pants.

Thunder flashed, setting off a few car alarms. Not thinking much of it, Marlow whipped out his phone, he popped open YouTube to see if anything interesting was happening.

People began screaming and running from their cars. Looking up, he saw nothing out of the ordinary. Until a three eyed cat the size of a lion landed on top of a van a few cars ahead of him. Caving in the roof, trapping the occupants inside. Unbuckling himself, Marlow crouched down, he called his first favorite contact, Dad.

“Hi, ya sport, what is going on?” Flinching at the loud sound, he whispered back.

“Hey, Dad, can you get everyone to a safe place?”

“Why would I do that, did ya believe this crap? `The world is going to be a dangerous place’ like what are they going to sell us this time? More baloney about-”

“Dad, it's real.”

“Well, why would you say that?”

“You may want to look outside.”

“One second, these old bones aren’t. What on earth is that!”

“DAD! ARE YOU OKAY!”

“I’m… fine, just something went into Jenny's house. What is it- oh my! Jenny! Where is it taking her!” Marlow’s car rocked from side to side, poking his head over the steering wheel. Marlow saw the tail end of a beast walking between cars.

“Dad, I think we should go to a government building.”

“Ok, we’ll meet you at the post office. JOY! ANN! Get in the car! NOW-” Sitting up fully, he checked to see where the beast went. Finding a pair of them pawing a car a few lanes over.

Grabbing his lantern, he carefully opened the door. Slipped one muddy leg out, first, then the other. Gently closing the door, he snaked about the front of his car to the other side.

Crouch scuddling, he made his way to the right shoulder. He found a few other people also hiding from the three eyed cat monster. Each one overlooking the barrier, taking a gander he found a fifteen-foot drop with some trees and bushes in the way.

Sneaking his way towards the exit ramp, the sound of metal on metal could be heard as a semi truck came barreling down the right shoulder with several monster cars clawing, scratching, and cracking up the windshield.

Ice rushed through Marlow's veins as the world rushed past him. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t think, he could only watch as a twenty ton truck charged at him.

Standing up, he found that his legs were weight down with hesitation and stress. People jumped, taking their chances with gravity rather than an out of control truck. But Marlow couldn’t.

An abrupt force overcame him as a tattooed covered arm blocked his vision. Getting swept up by a stranger, they collided with the barrier and tumbled over. Crashing into a tree then bushes on the way down. Marlow stared up at the broken branches as the rain continued to pour down.

“Hello, there. Are you alright? I’m sorry if I didn’t ask permission before tackling you.” The stranger said, Marlow wanted to respond, but his tongue just felt so heavy.

“I didn’t knock the wind out of you, did I?” The stranger leaned over, showing Marlow’s shocked face in the reflective stranger’s sunglasses. Everything hurt, barely perceptible to Marlow’s overwhelmed senses, he just hurt.

“Note to self, learn some basic shock treatment. When this is all over.” The stranger clapped his hands, which to Marlow sounded like two gongs.

“Umm, you take your time, kid. Grandpa Sunny will keep an eye out. I’m going to go check the other people who jumped, m-ok?” Before Marlow could even blink, the old biker was gone.

Sitting up was harsh, he felt everything, saw everything normally, heard everything normally, but his body felt so restrained as if it was under a dozen blankets. He so badly wanted to just go to bed and wake up to find that none of this happened, but the pain and his wet clothing kept dragging him back to reality.

Marlow watched as the rain poured down, overwhelming a poor little sewer grate. Which in turn caused a mini whirlpool right above it. Trying to help suck all the water away.

“Hello, is anyone home? HELLO?” It was the biker grandpa. Marlow blinked owlishly, trying and failing to recall how he hadn’t noticed the grandpa walking back to him.

“Can you tell me your name, little one?” The stranger didn’t seem bothered at all to wait for his response, as if he had all the time in the world. Feeling uncomfortable around this caring stranger, Marlow forced it into action.

“Marlow A Stedfaster.”

“Hello Marlow, I’m Sunny. We’re going off to go find some of these cores. Would you like to join us?”

“I’d love to join you.” Marlow muttered as his jaw began to shiver. Sunny clapped his hands, which sounded like a miniature sonic boom.

“Wonderful! Can you walk?” Pushing himself off the ground, Marlow wobbled then righted himself. Right as he was about to face the plant into the asphalt. Sunny’s hands were ready and waiting, just increased as he fell. Nodding that he was alright, they joined a cluster of people who jumped and began to walk.

As they made their way through the streets, Marlow heard a monstrous cat’s low growl behind them. But when Marlow turned around, no cats were there. He felt like they were being shoehorned into a terrible fate.

A middle-aged woman spoke softly. “Just so y’all know, I have a gun. So if any of those mutated mountain cats come, I want y’all to get down.” Silent nods passed around the group. As they steadily trekked on.

As they Climbed a hill Marlow pants felt a little off. Batting at the mud on his pants he noticed what was wrong. His phone was missing. Patting his other pockets he came to the realization that his phone was gone. Marlow wanted to say something, but didn’t want to draw any attention. So he saddled up to Sunny.

“Hey, Sunny.”

“Yes?”

“Can, we go back. I think I dropped my phone.”

“I don’t think that would be the best idea. I may be strong, but your phone isn’t worth risking our lives over. Besides what's on it anyway?”

“My Parent's phone numbers. We were going to meet up and go in together, but I’m not sure which post office we were going meeting at.”

“Oh… well do you have them memorized?”

“I… don’t…”

“Umm… Well, I think we're all ending up in the same place. I hope you’ll have some luck finding them there.” Sunny moved along as Marlow began spiraling down into a pit of worry.

What if he never saw his family again, what if he became an ugly hobo who so ugly he starts a war with the other hobos over food! What if the hobos find out he has no food! He’ll be chased out of the city, forced to fend for himself! Then he’ll never see civilization again! He’ll have to live in the wild and become friends with animals! Would he become one of those people who talk to animals as if they were people! Well to be fair he did that anyway. Maybe it would be so bad, he’d get there and find his family, and they’ll move on together. What could possibly go wrong. Well probably a lot.

“Are you okay there?”

“Um, no.”

“Well one thing I like to do is break my problems down into bite sized pieces and take them on one at a time. Even if it is a mountain I know for sure that I’ll get through it piece by piece if I keep on working on it.” Sunny muttered softly as they rounded the block. They found a small line of people already gathering out of the post office.

“For what it's worth I hope you find your family, kid. Do you know where they live?”

“Oh um, thanks? We live near the base of powerhouse mountain.”

“Oh, that’s quite far out there.”

“Yeah, I’m thinking about waiting it out, so we can all meet up.”

“Smart lad. Well I’m off to go get a core. See you on the flip side.” Sunny wave to Marlow, as he fell behind. Worried that he might hold up the line for someone trying to get in, Marlow took up a seated position near the trees not too far away from the post office.

Marlow sat there for what felt like hours as people slowly joined the queue. Hearing a low growl behind him Marlow spun and saw something hiding beyond the chain link fence. As he took a step away from the fence whatever it was dashed away from the fence. Worried about the mutated mountain cats, he picked a spot a little bit closer to the post office. In case those cats came back.

First the small queue was no more than twenty people out the door, but soon it became a crowd. More and more small groups of people came and joined. It even went to a point where Marlow had to retreat back to his first position just so that he could get a good look at everyone who he hadn’t noticed yet.

As the crowd patiently waited, a deep pit weighed in Marlow’s gut. His feet felt cold from all the water that flooded into his boot. Looking down the street he waited. Then waited some more as the rain poured down.

Perhaps Dad was talking about the other post office closer to them, yeah! Why would I be talking about the post office on the other side of town near the freeway? Yeah! It’s probably been so long that they have already gone through the line and were already in the new world waiting for him! Unless… they were still waiting for him on this side… No, Dad was smart enough to make sure everyone was safe first, before coming to check on him. Mom is wise enough to know that separating at a time like this was a horrible idea so persuaded Dad to stay with them. Plus Joy was practical enough to make sure everyone would go through together. Of course everyone was fine.

Turning around Marlow joined the line, even though his gut told him otherwise. Time trekked on until Marlow made it inside. Free from the weather Marlow looked ahead. People at the font of the line were handed gemstones. Then the queued people touched their forehead with the gem and vanished.

There were a few murmurs but no one wanted to go back outside and take their chances with the mutated mountain cats. So when Marlow was handed a core, he put it to his head immediately.