The Epidemic that Slipped right in? Is this the 'Big One'?

Remember a couple months back when I spoke of the coffins being shipped to FEMA? I have another theory. Only this one has some frightening backbone. It’s scaring even me.

I started thinking and that led my investigation. You know .. what if … Google. How about … Google that.

Initially I thought, maybe the government has a keen foresight into a possible epidemic and doesn’t want to keep the coffins in the US. But honestly, would we notice the deaths of 20k? Tuberculosis kills over a million people a year. Did you know that? It’s an epidemic. It kills more than the common flu in its worst year, yet we don’t hear it.

But I think the flu is on the brink of being not so common and it is starting this year.

It’s often amazing, how stories get buried or barely make the front headlines. Important stories that can impact you and I. Maybe perhaps news sources don’t feel that they are important. Singularly they may not be. But together they are all part of the big picture and clues that we are missing.

Simply Google searches is all you need to do and you’ll be amazed at what comes up.

We had the Spanish Flu, Bird flu, now allow me to introduce you to Eagle Flu. Never heard of it, you may.

The normal Flu has a fatality rate of less than 1%,  Spanish Flu had a mortality of 3%, H5N1 (Bird flu) 100% birds, over 50% in humans. This new one may be bigger.

Kill rate of over 50% and it’s not slow. It’s fast, the only thing it has in its favor.

Simply search ‘mystery illness’ go on. Don’t take my word for it. Go on. I’ll wait.

In December of 2013, Bald Eagles began dropping dead from a mysterious illness, it didn’t make headline. Yet, starting at the same time, a mysterious illness caused people in Texas to get sick and die.

Neither story made headlines yet both deal with a mysterious sickness. It looked like the flu, but it tested negative.

Now days later ... there are reports of a woman in Ohio, a man in Pennsylvania, and now a football player in Florida … all deaths from mysterious illness.

History repeats.  The Spanish Flu reportedly started with Albert Mitchell, a cook in Kansas. The first human casualty of the Mystery Flu was a cook at Golden Corral in Texas. How easily a cook can spread a disease.

So now my conclusion on how this is connected to the FEMA coffins. Simply, it’s not an act of nature. It’s not God tossing out another plague. It’s man versus man, and it’s either the start of a biological infiltration or America doing it to itself to make it look like an attack. In either event, those in charge are aware that something big is going to happen.

America’s Demise.

What leads me to the conclusion that it is deliberate? That it is a weapon designed to bring the downfall of America? It started with the Bald Eagle. The Bald eagle is our symbol of freedom. It has fallen. 13 Bald Eagles to be exact were found. 13. How many stripes are on the American Flag?

Coincidence?

FEMA Region Preparations, Body Bags in Puerto Rico. Brace for Disaster?

So, as always another prediction for a major catastrophe is sweeping the news. This one is a little odd and I have been banging my head against the wall since hearing about. What could happen?

A simple Google search of the word ‘Puerto Rico Body Bags’ will yield you the story of how thousands of body bags and black coffins are being delivered to Puerto Rico.

The second is the heightened FEMA preparations in Region 3.

Let’s break down Puerto Rico first.

Now, immediately rumors swarm of an East Coast Tsunami, but let’s think about this. Why bring coffins and body bags to an island that pretty much is gonna be wiped out? So apparently the body bags are being brought there because bodies will wash ashore.

Second rumor is a virus. Which is good, by why only body bags and coffins? Surely if Puerto Rico is going to be hit with a plague, the antibiotics and so forth that FEMA is moving would go there.

Instead they are going to FEMA Region 3.

Wide speculation is something BIG is going to happen in FEMA Region 3. This is a possibility, but it is also possible that Region 3 is going to be a safe place or a place that is taking refugees.

Again, like with Puerto Rico, why bring body bags to a region that is going to be under water and the same applies to Region 3. Why bring loads of supplies to a region that is facing disaster. Unless the disaster isn’t destructive.

Surely, they’d not want to be caught in another Katrina, but the safest place to stockpile emergency supplies for a national emergency is where you are certain they will be safe. Easily accessed for deployment to affected areas.

If a nuclear bomb is coming, I’m not putting supplies in my attic or yard, they are going in the basement. That’s why believe nothing is happening in Region 3 or Puerto Rico, they are being sent supplies in case.

In case of what? I gave this some thought and for right now I came up with two theories.

The first doesn’t really go along with the body bags in Puerto Rico, but it does go along with Preparing region 3.

The long overdue Eruption of Yellowstone Caldera. If this would occur, 2/3 of the United States would be useless and an ashy, dark wasteland. The safest areas … east coast.

Here is the US with the FEMA 3 Region out line.

Here is the destruction map of a Yellowstone eruption.

And finally, what I think may occur if we are looking at a disaster. Is a 2 mile radius, sold rock meteor smacking down into the Gulf of Mexico. Granted I just finished writing a meteor book, so I have meteor on the brain, but using the Meteor Calculator (To see the damage to your home, click here) and other tools, this is the image I got. Look at the radius of destruction. Puerto Rico isn’t touched at all by the tsunami, but wouldn’t thousands of bodies wash up on their shores.

So when folks easily dismiss the FEMA prepping of Region 3 as a hoax, they are forgetting that the body bags are also in Puerto Rico. One has to look at the whole picture. You can dismiss one, but can you dismiss one without wondering about the other? Both are happening at the same time. I could be wrong, chances are I am. But I welcome other explanations for why BOTH of these are happening simultaneously.

Sneak Peek - The Forgotten

My newest 'Undead' book, a little different. Available this month on Amazon.

Synopsis

As promised … the dead have risen.

As promised … there are chosen.

Hell on earth is an understatement.

Del Lincoln only wants to be a rock star. His ambitions go only as far as his next gig, until the day the earth changes. Millions vanish and a plague sweeps viciously across the globe, killing everyone infected. Three days later … they rise from the dead.

Now Del and six others are all that remain. They travel city to city, looking for a safe haven while trying to rid the land of the undead. They believe they are spared for a reason, but actually they are simply forgotten. However, within their group is one individual who was not meant to be forgotten. He must be delivered to sanctuary before the undead completely consume the earth.  The Special One is the key to humanity.

It will take dedication and sacrifice to complete the mission. Del and the others may be forgotten, but if they succeed, the human race will never forget them.

Mankind is promised life after death, it is just never explained what the ‘Resurrection’ really entails.

SNEAK PEEK

CHAPTER ONE

Alone. More alone than any human being could imagine.

The silence of the dead city rang out in a buzz.

Quiet.

It was so quiet that the only sound was Del’s steps. His black boots barely made a noise against the pavement, yet they echoed. How could they not? No one was around. Not a motor sound, airplane or even a bird. Wearing a long black trench coat, dark hair in need of a haircut, and a book bag, Del walked down the deserted street.

Cars spewed about the road. Some had open doors. None contained any passengers.

For the most part, the storefronts were still intact as if waiting on the daily shoppers. No patrons would come this day. Nothing really was disturbed. It was if the world just stopped.

It just stopped.

Del Lincoln moved at a steady pace. That was, of course, until he crossed the street and arrived at the old movie theater. Classic theater. He imagined decades before, it was the place to go in the small town. People bustled in and out, paying a quarter for a show, a nickel for popcorn. Days gone by. It appeared to be renovated to be one of those ‘artsy’ theaters. Showing independent films along with classics.

The marquee had missing letters from the currently playing titles. Posters in the displays faded. The older theater, located right there on the main street had a ticket booth. An old style ticket booth.

The glass was braised with a dirty film, giving it a fog appearance, the curtains inside drawn as if to say, ‘sold out… forever.’

A silver money counter encircled the booth and Del caught glimpse of the white sticker. A sticker that read, ‘God Saves’.

He chuckled. ‘There is no God’ was written over the words. Someone actually took time to do that?

‘Man,’ Del thought, ‘What I wouldn’t have given to have one of these in my town.’ He walked to the booth and stopped. Of course, no one was in the ticket booth but Del dared to dream, to pretend he was going to purchase a ticket to one of those low budget films or classics from the past. After all, who was around?

“Whoa, Soylent Green is playing,” he spoke to the ticket booth. “Probably be better if it was Omega Man, don’t you think?” he laughed then cleared his throat. “Sorry. Hear that one before? How much?” He paused. “You’re kidding, right? Highway robbery. But … I’m in the mood.” He reached into his pocket and as he lifted head he caught it. A reflection in the glass of the booth. A figure. Obviously a man. Del cocked a half smile, reached under his coat and turned around.

The man, face pasty white, eyes black, opened his mouth in a gaping manner, gasping out a hungry moan. Sores graced his chin and lips. He smelled.

Quickly, without hesitation, Del pulled out his weapon.

It wasn’t an ordinary weapon. Homemade. It looked like a pipe with a trigger.

He raised it, aimed and shot.

Out of the end ejected a thin spear. It seared directly into the forehead of the man, and retracted back into the weapon just as fast.

No blood. Just a single, hole and the man dropped.

“You just took all the fun out of my movie fantasy. “ Del spoke to the body, sighed and returned the weapon under his coat to his belt.

He moved on, as if nothing had occurred, continuing in his walk down the empty deserted street.

When the World’s Lights Go Out, More than the Power Will Die

Ominous as the title of this  blog seems, the thought of what I am blogging about is worse

I had some weird revelation while going through the pictures on my iPhone. At first they were happy thoughts. You know, oh how cute ... Ah this was cool... My entire life over the course of the last six months is documented on my phone. Holidays, birthdays and appearances.

If I want to go further back ... Facebook or even MySpace. Pictorial documentary of my life's happy moments at a touch of a finger.

What are we, nuts?

It dawned on me that if the lights suddenly went out forever, not only would I never see those precious memories, I couldn't capture anymore.

I don't know about you, but if the world takes a nose dive I want to take pictures of man’s destruction for future generations. But we've all ditched our cameras and the world of instant Polaroid’s, while still available, are digital and nothing like the old day, self contained battery film pack.

Yes, some people still print up pictures, but not all. And most of us not at all. We display them in digital frames and instead of whipping out the wallet, we show them to friends from our phones.

 It's sad.

Ya know, if the world experienced nuclear war in the fifties, I honestly believe those back then would survive more than us. They were resilient and not pampered by technology.

I'm buying an instant camera. Seriously, I am. Unless I absolutely, have to. No more phone pictures. I'm buying vinyl records and more paperbacks.

We as a society, instead of a bug out bags and shelters packed with food, we should plan to preserve not only life but preserve humanity.

A smile, memory, our mothers face and Christmas morning, the songs that made us dance and feel and books that drive our emotions.

They are parts of what make humanity and remind us we are human.

If there is a loss if power we can't play CDs or mp3s, read a kindle. Not for long at least.

A hand can hold photos, flip a page, crank a victrola.

So when preparing for the apocalypse, prepare all the way around. Start now.

If the lights forever go dark, our way of life may be done for but worse, every photographic memory. Every song recorded after 2000, and for most of us, 80% of the greatest words ever written that we love...gone.

Not only does are way of life die, but so do all the things that make us remember life.

Remember to preserve those as well. Start now.

A New Final Sneak Peak of 'Sealed In'

In just a few short days, what I believe is one of my most creative PA books to date, Sealed In, will be released. This book has been waiting fot it's day since my appearance on the History Channel. I wanted to release it when the show came out, but better late than never and I think this one is worth waiting for. Here is the synopsis and beginning of the book. The contents of the prologue (Not posted) was featured  on the show.

Synopsis

Following a distress call from the State Police, Dr. Edward Neil and a team from the Centers for Disease Control enter the small town of Hartworth, Montana. Immediately they encounter a man in a pickup truck holding a quarantine post. His body decimated by a disease like they have never seen. The entire town, population a little under a thousand … dead. Men, women and children. The unknown germ hit so fast, the town did not stand a chance of survival. But it didn’t hit so fast that they couldn’t shut down and protect others from what they had.

It is a race against the clock and not only must Edward Neil discover what wiped out the small town in just a couple days, he needs to determine if it crossed boundaries. The germ is strong, contagious, deadly and fast.. If it did escape Hartworth, humanity could very well face an extinction level event.

The germ frightens Edward more than anything he has ever encountered. More so because he learns quickly it is manmade. A biological weapon gone awry. As he fights and chases his answers, he must also ponder the question whether or not it is already too late.

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FLASH FORWARD

Ground Zero - 1

Hartworth, Montana

December 23

The wide eyes seemed to stare at Dr. Edward Neil, following him around the room like a painting. Eyes that were open, didn’t blink, the color of them lost in the blood flow that had poured into the white portion of the eyeball and turned black.

The victim had to be in his twenties and he, like everyone else Edward Neil guessed that he would encounter in Hartworth, Montana, was dead.

The quiet, small town, nestled in the north of the state close to North Dakota and Canada, was an entity all to itself.

The nearest neighboring town was forty-three miles west.

It had been days since a car moved down the road or a person walked the streets

That’s what Edward estimated.

They entered into the town alone in protective garb. A fresh blanket of snow lay upon the unmoved cars, covering the Christmas decorations that gave even more a depth of sadness to the situation.

The song, Silent Night, would forever hold new meaning. It eerily played on ‘auto’ through the streets of the town.

How fitting.

There were homes and ranches within the boundaries of Hartworth; those had to be checked, as well. But Edward felt it would be useless.

They would bring no one else into the town until he and his team had thoroughly gone through and confirmed what had occurred.

Edward hadn’t a clue what killed everyone, not yet. Skin appeared as if it boiled below the surface, black as if burned, but it wasn’t charred; it was blood. Skin peeled off in layers and adhered to the bedding. This more than likely occurred while the victim was still alive. It happened only after they literally vomited their insides, and blood seeped from every orifice.

He stopped about five victims into his search and made his way to the utilitarian metal lab trailer set center of the one-stoplight town.

After disinfecting, he removed his garb and poured a cup of coffee. They’d only just set up, had not been in town that long, and already Neil felt the wind knocked from him.

He sipped his coffee. It made him sick. He had been in the field and worked for the CDC for years; never had he seen anything as horrendous as Hartworth, and he’d barely scratched the surface. When the call came about Hartworth, he was back in Vermont actually joking around with Dr. Walker about a zombie apocalypse. The odd timing of the call coupled with the conversation sent a chill up his spine.

Receiving only minimal details and a directive to pack a small team and go, Edward knew he wouldn’t be home for Christmas.

It was strictly confidential. In fact, Edward had never encountered something as classified as this.

A small team would go into Hartworth; four CDC security squads would police the neighboring roads wearing gas company logos. The story was a gas leak.

Hartworth, like many small Montana towns, was an entity of its own, so it wasn’t uncommon for someone from a neighboring town to go days or even weeks without having contact with Hartworth.

Because of that, Edward hadn’t a clue when the outbreak occurred or how long they were dead. Those were part of the answers he had to discover.

The dead town, however, was luckily discovered by a keen state trooper, Steve Irwin, who had a cousin that worked as a secretary for the CDC in Atlanta.

The trooper was at a crossroads about six miles from town and thought it odd that at two in the afternoon, there were no car tracks in the snow, nor had any attempt been made to maintain or ash the roads out of Hartworth.

He needed only to make it to the edge of town, and he knew.

He discovered the first body in a pickup truck right at the beginning of town, decimated by illness. The young man held a shot gun and looked as if he were standing guard, or rather sitting guard.

Irwin took a picture of it with his phone, and before calling it in to the station, he called his cousin at the CDC. The trooper’s slip in protocol was actually a good thing. It worked in favor of keeping the situation tight-lipped and secret.

The picture went through the CDC faster than any disease.

Irwin was told not to go into town, to report it as a gas leak, and position troopers on the outskirts to keep people away.

He did. Irwin and the other troopers immediately went into quarantine in a special CDC trailer.

As far as the story of the gas leak told to the State Police, Edward was still fielding questions regarding that.

Something he could handle

What he couldn’t handle was the daunting task of solving the mystery before him. He would with the others, bit by bit, piece by piece, body by body.

He had to do so quickly, because with something as deadly as what wiped out Hartworth, Edward was certain he didn’t have much time.

But before he found the answers to what happened in Hartworth, he had one very important task to complete. First and foremost he had to find out if the bug crossed boundaries. If it did, the CDC had bigger problems to face than just one small dot on the map.