Suddenly, the man in front of the Subaru started slamming his fists onto the hood of the car.
“What the hell is he doing?” said Rob.
“Whatever it is, he’s not going to be doing it for long,” said Jim.
Jim threw the door open, drew his revolver, and stepped outside.
He was taller than the man by at least a head.
“I’m not messing around,” he said, pointing the revolver. “Step out of the way and leave us alone.”
Jim carried the revolver for emergencies only. He would have never thought to use it in all but the most extreme situations.
As far as he was concerned, this was an extreme situation.
As extreme as they got.
People were already panicking. They’d seen it on Park Ave, and they were seeing it now here.
Panicking would lead to chaos.
Once the lack of water and food set in, the chaos would erupt. Like pouring gas on the fire.
And it would only get worse.
The overweight man froze in place. Nothing moved except his face. His eyebrows rose and a look of intense surprise overtook his features.
“I don’t want any trouble,” he muttered, his voice soft and quiet.
“Good,” said Jim. “Now step aside. We need to get through.”
The man nodded meekly.
Jim didn’t put the revolver away until he was back in the wagon.
“I didn’t know you had a gun,” said Rob.
Jim just nodded.
It was a Ruger LCRx .38. Double action, but with an external hammer, unlike the regular LCR, so single action was an option. Double action meant that a trigger pull was all that was needed for the gun to fire. Single action meant that he could cock the hammer if he wanted to, making the trigger pull easier.
If Jim was being honest with himself, he liked the idea of cocking the hammer mostly because that was what often happened in movies. Sure, there were some practical applications, too.
But he rationalized it to himself with the idea that cocking the trigger would serve as an additional warning to whoever he was pointing the gun at.
It was a compact gun. But it had a three inch barrel and a proper handle that allowed for a good grip.
It was light, made of aluminum.
In short, it was small and light, but packed enough of a punch to be a serious weapon.
The big man backed off, and Jim drove the short distance to his mother in law’s house, parking way up the driveway, only a short walk to the front door.
“Stay in the car, Rob,” said Jim. “And make sure no one comes for it. Pretty soon, a working car is going to be a target itself.”
Jim’s mind was racing. He was trying to figure out what they’d need to take.
He felt a little better being here. Soon, Aly would be at his side again.
But where would they head?
And what about Aly’s mother? She could be stubborn, and she wasn’t the sort of person who’d want to leave her home.
Instinctively, Jim rang the doorbell before realizing his error.
He rose his hand to knock, but before his knuckles even touched the door, it opened swiftly.
But it was only open a crack. Just enough space for a face.
Aly’s mother’s face appeared.
She was in her late sixties. She’d had Aly a little later in life than normal.
She peered at him suspiciously, and didn’t open the door any further.
“Is Aly with you?” she said. “What were you doing with that gun? And that poor man in the street?”
“Aly?” said Jim, momentarily confused. “I thought she was with you.”
“She didn’t come home last night.”
Jim’s mind went racing. But he needed to keep it together. There was no point in panicking.
The only thing to do was to find the most practical, logical thing to do. And then do it.
Not much point in worrying.
“What do you mean she didn’t come home?” he said, realizing it was a stupid question the moment after he asked it.
Judy just stared at him suspiciously. She’d never liked him much.
“I need to come in,” said Jim.
“Not with that gun of yours. I don’t know what you’re up to. I have half a mind to call the police.”
“Good luck with the phones,” said Jim. “Come on. Let me in, Judy.”
She made a face and finally opened the door all the way. “Hurry up now. I don’t like having all those people in the road. They make me nervous.”
She opened the door and Jim slipped past her into the darkened house.
The fact that the people in road made her nervous normally wouldn’t have meant anything. Her street in Pittsford was normally calm and tranquil. It was an affluent area, where nothing much really happened, good, bad, or otherwise. Nevertheless, Judy would get nervous if someone was mowing their lawn too late at night.
But, today, Jim was nervous about the people in the road too.
Judy shut the door, leaving the room even darker than before.
“So where’s Aly?” said Jim.
“She’s not here. I thought she’d spent the night with you.”
“Is this some stunt?” said Jim. “I get it if she doesn’t want to see me and she told you to tell me that, but this is really serious. I need to see her.”
“It’s the truth,” said Judy. “Do you know what’s going on, Jim? The power’s been out for hours now, and…”
Jim ignored the question. There wasn’t time to explain everything to her. And she wouldn’t have believed it if he had.
Jim glanced down at his watch. It was the first time he’d looked at it since the EMP, and he was pleased to see that the second hand was still ticking along.
It was a Seiko diver with an automatic movement. Jim had had it for years, never gotten it serviced, and it still worked fine. He liked automatics because they never needed batteries. They were the complete opposite of the computers and phones he worked with all day. They were actual little machines, made of little gears, and, if necessary, they could be repaired.
The timekeeping wasn’t as precise as a more expensive automatic, but the way Jim figured it, he was his own boss, anyway. He didn’t need to be anywhere precisely on time.
He just reset it once a week, and he was never more than a minute or two off by next Sunday.
Jim knew that any watch with a quartz movement would have been rendered useless by the EMP. Quartz movements usually needed battery or capacitor to power the vibrating quartz crystal. There was some variations without batteries, but they were typically expensive, and who knew how they’d react to an EMP.
It was a little past 11:00 am.
It’d only been one hour since the EMP.
There was a sound in the kitchen. Something dropping.
Jim’s hand automatically went to his holster, but he didn’t draw his revolver.
“Oh that’s just Tim,” said Judy. “He needed to borrow some more tools for some project he’s working on… whatever it is that he does over there at his aunt’s house.”
Jim had met Tim before, and he was pretty sure that he was operating a small pot growing operation out of his clueless aunt’s basement.
Jim nodded at Tim as he came into the room. He was walking slowly, weighed down with a bundle of things he was carrying in his arms.
Jim did a double take when he saw some of what Tim was carrying. He and Aly already knew that Tim would come over from time to time to “borrow” various things. They’d talked with Judy countless times about it, but she’d just insisted he was an innocent boy, even though as far as Jim could see, he was a full grown man who was stealing from her.
Aly was first and foremost on his mind. But he still half-believed she was upstairs in one of the rooms and just didn’t want to see him.
“What you got there, Tim?” said Jim.
“Oh, it’s just some tools,” said Judy. “Don’t bother him, Jim.”