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Earthquake – Left Behind Kids 12

Jerry B. Jenkins and Tim Lahaye

Category: fiction religion

Synopsis:

The worst disaster the world has ever seen scatters the Young Trib Force. When the great wrath of the

Lamb earthquake strikes the globe, Judd has been captured by the Global Community. Vicki is planning

to distribute the Underground newspaper. Lionel tries to make it back to his family while Ryan stays in

hiding. The events foretold in the book of Revelation come to life as the kids struggle to survive. Will the

earthquake claim their lives? Will they be able to find each other again?

Judd, Vicki, Lionel, and Ryan aid the growing Young Trib Force as they face the deadly quake.

Tim LaHaye who conceived the Left Behind series is a renowned prophecy scholar, minister, and

educator. His forty non-fiction works have sold more than 11million copies. He and his wife, have in

Southern California.

Jenkins writer of the series, is the author of more than one hundred books, of which ten have been

national best sellers

ISBN 0-8423-4332-6

LEFI BEHIND

Tim LaHaye

WITH CHRIS FABRY

Tyndale House Publishers,Wheaton,IllinoisVisit Tyndale’s exciting Web site at www.tyndale.com

Inc.

Published in association with the literary agency of Alive Communications, Inc. “7680 Goddard Street,

Suite 200,Colorado Springs,CO80920.

Edited by Curtis H. C. Lundgren

ISBN 0-8423-4332-6

Printed in theUnited States of America08 07 06 05 04 03 02 01 00 987654321

To Kaitlyn Nicole

What’s Gone On Before

Judd Thompson Jr. and the other kids in the Young Tribulation Force are involved in the adventure of a

lifetime. The global vanishings have left them alone.

After a dangerous trip toIsrael, Judd goes into hiding from the Global Community and discovers hidden

documents. Before he can use the documents to rescue his friends, Judd is taken to GC headquarters.

Judd and the pilot, Taylor Graham, are on their way to a re-education facility when they notice dead

animals on the road.

Lionel Washington is told he has family in the South. Instead, he is taken to a Global Community camp

for young people. While others seem to be brainwashed, Lionel goes along, hoping he can escape and

rejoin his friends. Lionel sees the ground of the compound filled with snakes. He feels the rumble and

realizes there is no place to hide.

Vicki Byrne is desperate to deliver copies of the Underground that predicts a global earthquake. She is

caught by the principal, Mrs. Jenness, who drives Vicki to the authorities.

Vicki’s friend, Chaya Stein, looks among her mother’s belongings for a keepsake. Her father returns

home as bits of plaster fall from the ceiling.

Ryan Daley has promised he won’t go outside, but his dogPhoenixis going crazy. He lets the dog out at

the moment of the earth’s most violent earthquake.

The Young Trib Force is scattered, scared, and in great danger.

The Bridge9:22 A.M.

Vicki sat in horror as the bridge wobbled and buckled. Mrs. Jenness slammed on the brakes and

covered her eyes.

“Make it stop,” Mrs. Jenness whimpered. A few minutes earlier, Mrs. Jenness had been gloating over

catching Vicki with a new edition of the Underground. Vicki knew she was headed back to the detention

center, or possibly worse. Now both were hanging on for their lives.

Vicki checked to be sure the windows were up, in case the bridge collapsed and they fell into the water.

“Back up!” Vicki shouted.

“Make it stop!” Mrs. Jenness said. Vicki heard the thundering of the great earthquake. It roared like a

thousand cannons. The normally calm river rushed by with whitecaps as the bridge rocked. Vicki

decided to jump out and run, but before she could get the door unlocked, the bridge tipped violently and

the car rolled on its top. The windshield shattered. Shards of glass flew everywhere.

They came to rest on the railing, the front of the car over the edge.

Several cars toppled into the water. One man had gotten out of his vehicle and raced for safety. A few

steps later and he was in the air, flying headlong into the choppy water.

How could the bridge last this long? If they fell with the bridge, the twisted metal and concrete would

drag them down. The bridge tipped, then slammed the car against the railing again. Metal scraped against

concrete. The back tires rose off the pavement. Vicki and Mrs. Jenness screamed as they plunged over

the edge.

The car landed back end first but didn’t sink. Water poured in through the broken windows, then the car

settled. The current took them underneath the bridge, chunks of asphalt and steel plopping in the water

around them.

The water reached Vicki’s feet and took her breath away. Mrs. Jenness looked terrified, and she shook

uncontrollably. Vicki couldn’t help feeling sorry for her.

“We’re gonna get out of this,” Vicki said.

“I can’t swim!” Mrs. Jenness screamed.

The earthquake rolled on as the car spun in the river. Water continued to rise through the floor. As the

car sank, Vicki unbuckled herself and Mrs. Jenness.

“Crawl on top,” Vicki shouted.

“I’ll help you make it to shore.”

Mrs. Jenness stared past Vicki and pointed. A downed tree stuck out over the water. The car rushed

toward it.

“Get down!” Vicki yelled.

The treetop rammed through the opening of the back window and stopped within inches of Mrs.

Jenness’s head. The car hung by the tree, a foot above the surface of the water.

“We have to get out,” Vicki said.

“If the tree breaks, we’re dead. And if the water level rises, the tree will hold us under.”

“Stay here,” Mrs. Jenness said.

“Wait for help.”

Vicki noticed a red gash on the woman’s forehead. She must have hit the steering wheel hard. Part of

Vicki wanted to leave her. Mrs. Jenness had been no end of trouble for the Young Trib Force. But

something inside wouldn’t let her.

“We go together,” Vicki said.

“I’ll get out and pull you through the other side.”

Vicki struggled through the window. The car top was crushed. She cut her hand on a piece of glass that

clung to the windshield, but she before she could get the door unlocked, the bridge tipped violently and

the car rolled on its top. The windshield shattered. Shards of glass flew everywhere.

They came to rest on the railing, the front of the car over the edge.

Several cars toppled into the water. One man had gotten out of his vehicle and raced for safety. A few

steps later and he was in the air, flying headlong into the choppy water.

How could the bridge last this long? If they fell with the bridge, the twisted metal and concrete would

drag them down. The bridge tipped, then slammed the car against the railing again. Metal scraped against

concrete. The back tires rose off the pavement. Vicki and Mrs. Jenness screamed as they plunged over

the edge.

The car landed back end first but didn’t sink. Water poured in through the broken windows, then the car

settled. The current took them underneath the bridge, chunks of asphalt and steel plopping in the water

around them.

The water reached Vicki’s feet and took her breath away. Mrs. Jenness looked terrified, and she shook

uncontrollably. Vicki couldn’t help feeling sorry for her.

“We’re gonna get out of this,” Vicki said.

“I can’t swim!” Mrs. Jenness screamed.

The earthquake rolled on as the car spun in the river. Water continued to rise through the floor. As the

car sank, Vicki unbuckled herself and

“Crawl on top,” Vicki shouted.

“I’ll help you make it to shore.”

Mrs. Jenness stared past Vicki and pointed. A downed tree stuck out over the water. The car rushed

toward it.

“Get down!” Vicki yelled.

The treetop rammed through the opening of the back window and stopped within inches of Mrs.

Jenness’s head. The car hung by the tree, a foot above the surface of the water.

“We have to get out,” Vicki said.

“If the tree breaks, we’re dead. And if the water level rises, the tree will hold us under.”

“Stay here,” Mrs. Jenness said.

“Wait for help.”

Vicki noticed a red gash on the woman’s forehead. She must have hit the steering wheel hard. Part of

Vicki wanted to leave her. Mrs.

Jenness had been no end of trouble for the Young Trib Force. But something inside wouldn’t let her.

“We go together,” Vicki said.

“I’ll get out and pull you through the other side.”

Vicki struggled through the window. The car top was crushed. She cut her hand on a piece of glass that

clung to the windshield, but she didn’t let go. The river rose, and the rushing water and trembling earth

were deafening.

When she got to Mrs. Jenness, Vicki looked back in horror as the bridge collapsed. Huge concrete

pylons snapped like twigs. Cars were trapped in the twisting metal. Vicki braced herself as a huge wave

swept over them and nearly knocked her off. When the wave passed, Vicki coughed and saw the water

pouring in the windows.

“Give me your hand!” Vicki shouted above the noise.

Then it happened. Darkness. The sun went black. Vicki heard the roar of the earth and water, but she

saw nothing. She felt helpless.

Vicki hung on to the roof as another violent rumble nearly shook the tree loose. A cracking, an

explosion, and another deafening shake sent the water swirling around them. Vicki reached into the car

and realized the water level was going down.

“You still there?” Vicki screamed.

“I think so,” came the weak reply.

“Turn on your lights!”

Vicki yelled. The beams cut through the darkness. Vicki blinked and wiped her eyes. She couldn’t

believe it. The earth had opened from one side of the river to the other into a bottomless chasm. Water

cascaded into the hole but didn’t fill it. It looked like the hole just kept going to the center of the earth.

The riverbed was changing, and water from both sides of the crevice rushed in. If they fell into the hole,

they would never be found. If they fell into the water on either side of the chasm, the current would drag

them into it as well.

The car shifted, and Vicki nearly lost her balance. She turned as a flash lit the sky and revealed a scene

Vicki would never forget. The tree roots barely clung to a wall of shifting earth. Below her was black

nothingness.

“Help me,” Vicki muttered.

“Please, God...”

Judd Thompson had noticed the dead animals along the road to the re-education facility. The GC pilot

he had come to trust, Taylor Graham, sat beside him in the GC transport van. Both were handcuffed.

Taylorhad been beaten during his time in custody, and Judd could tell he was weak. The two were on

their way to a maximum 5 facility when the great earthquake began.

Judd noticed flagpoles and weather vanes rocking as they passed through the farmlands of centralIllinois.

Squirrels, rabbits, dogs, cats, and deer darted back and forth. People were used to seeing raccoons and

opossums dead on the road, but now it was every kind of animal. Lifeless bodies were strewn about the

road.

The driver swerved to miss a Great Dane, and the road in front of the van buckled and heaved upward.

“Hang on!”Taylorscreamed.

The van went airborne. Judd held on to the seat in front of him as they crashed to the pavement. He

found himself suspended by his seat belt as the van skidded to a stop. But the earth seemed to pick up

momentum.

Taylor Graham unbuckled himself and kicked open the emergency exit.

Judd followed. He smelled gasoline.

“Good thing they didn’t put us in leg irons,”Taylorsaid.

“What about them?” Judd said, pointing to the driver and the other guard. Both men were in the front of

the van. Neither moved.

“You’re right,”Taylorsaid.

“We need the keys to these handcuffs.”

BeforeTaylorcould get to them, an explosion ripped through the van and set the vehicle ablaze. Judd and

Taylor were thrown into a ditch.

“We’ll never get them now,”Taylorsaid.

“Come on. We’ll find a place that’s safe.”

As they ran toward a cornfield, Judd tried to balance himself. It felt like he was walking on the deck of a

ship in a hurricane.

The sound was incredible. When he had been mad at his parents he would go into his room and turn his

headphones up full blast. This was louder, and there was no turning down the volume.

Judd glanced back as a huge crater opened. The burning van and a section of road were swallowed

whole. Black smoke rose from the wreckage. Nearby a farmhouse vanished. Horses ran in circles in their

corral.

“When’s this thing gonna stop?”Taylorshouted.

Judd heard crumpling metal and saw power lines. The towers fell, the deadly lines crashing with them.

“Look out!” Judd yelled.

When the sun went black, Judd couldn’t see his hands in front of his face. He heard crackling nearby.

“Don’t move,”Taylorsaid.

Judd’s heart beat furiously. One wrong step and they could be killed instantly.

A flash lit the sky, and Judd saw the power lines only a few feet away.

“To your left,”Taylorsaid, and the two struggled to their feet.

Lionel Washington was in the exercise yard near the main compound building when the great earthquake

began. He had been told he had family who wanted to care for him. That was a lie. What he found in this

secludedAlabamatown was a Global Community training camp.

Lionel and the others were being groomed as monitors. The camp leaders called them the “eyes and

ears of Nicolae Carpathia.”

Lionel hated the idea of helping the Global Community, but pretending to go along with them was his

only chance. More than anything he wanted to get back to his friends inMount Prospect. If that meant

memorizing a few GC chants and faking obedience, he’d do it.

Someone in camp noticed a horde of snakes slithering across the compound. Moments later, Lionel felt

the ground rumble. He turned to run inside a building, then stopped. A friend ran past him.

“Don’t go in there, Conrad!” Lionel yelled.

Conrad kept going. Lionel followed, screaming for the boy to stop.

Lionel caught him on the stairwell, grabbed his arm, and turned for the front door.

“What’re you doing?” Conrad said.

“Earthquake!” Lionel said.

“We have to get out!”

Conrad ran. Lionel followed. The hardwood floor vibrated. He was almost outside when the beams on

the porch gave way. Lionel shoved Conrad to safety as the porch crashed down on him.

After almost being caught by the Global Community, Ryan Daley promised Vicki he would stay inside.

But whenPhoenixbounded into his basement hideout, barking and running in circles, Ryan figured the dog

needed to go out. He opened the back door and watchedPhoenixscamper around the yard. The dog

sniffed at the air and took off again.

At first, Ryan thought he heard a train. But there were no tracks near Vicki’s house. He ran into the

kitchen as cabinets opened, spilling dishes and glasses.

What do I do? Ryan wondered. Go to the basement? Upstairs? Outside?

He dove under the kitchen table as a light fell from the ceiling.

Through the sliding glass door he saw the ground moving neighbor’s in-ground pool cracked and

collapsed. A huge oak tree in the backyard leaned to one side, then reversed and crashed into the house,

the roots tearing up the yard.Phoenixdarted back and forth.

“Run,Phoenix!” Ryan shouted.

Then darkness.

Pitch black.

Ryan rolled from under the table and snatched a flashlight from the utility drawer. He switched it on and

screamed. The kitchen floor cracked. Pieces of tile snapped and hit him in the face. He tried to roll to the

opposite side as the floor heaved upward, then tilted.

Ryan grabbed the leg of a chair as he slipped through the opening. The flashlight fell and smacked into

something hard. The chair he clung to wedged on each side of the crack. Ryan hung in the air, peering

into what had been the basement. Cracked concrete and rocks filled the room.

Above him darkness. Below him the tiny beam of the flashlight.

Another shift and the chair snapped. Ryan fell into the churning debris.

Chaya Stein had gone to her father’s house with mixed emotions. Her mother had died in the same blast

that had killed Bruce Barnes. Chaya wanted a keepsake from her mother. Chaya’s father didn’t want to

see her and asked that she be gone by9:00A. M.

At9:18Chaya heard someone in the front room. Mr. Stein spoke sharply. Chaya knew her father was

still angry that she believed in Jesus as the Messiah.

A chunk of plaster hit Chaya. A rumble rolled beneath her.

Mr. Stein stood in the doorway, ready to leave.

Chaya screamed, “It’s coming!”

She grabbed the railing with both hands and held on. A chandelier in the front room fell, just missing Mr.

Stein. The railing cracked and sent Chaya over the edge to the floor.

The ceiling gave way as Mr. Stein rushed toward her. A huge beam fell and landed on her legs,

crunching the bones. The other end of the beam smashed into the grand piano, splintering it to pieces.

Bricks from the fireplace littered the floor.

Through the dust and noise, Chaya’s father yelled her name. He staggered into the room, horror on his

face.

“I’ll get you out!” he said.

Before he could move, the ceiling collapsed, raining boards and plaster. The room was white with dust.

Chaya screamed for her father to save himself, but he didn’t answer.

A beautiful morning had transformed into darkness. Chaya shivered as she struggled to move. The beam

had her legs pinned. Her father lay under rubble only a few feet away. And she heard nothing but the

most fierce earthquake in history.

Darrion Stahley was lonely. Her mother had been arrested a full week ago, and Darrion felt powerless

to help. Darrion had been brought to Donny and Sandy Moore’s house for safety. Early that Monday

morning she chatted withSandy. Donny was heading to the church. Just talking with theMooresmade

Darrion feel better.

Mrs. Moore had lost a baby in the disappearances. She and Donny said they looked forward to seeing

their child in heaven someday.

Darrion leftSandyeating her breakfast and reading the paper. Darrion retreated into the shelter Mr.

Moore had built under the house. It wasn’t finished, but Darrion was able to relax there.

Darrion was angry at her mother for getting arrested. They could have gone back to their cottage in

Wisconsinand no one would have known. Now her mom was in the custody of the Global Community,

falsely accused of murdering her husband.

As Darrion thought about ways to help her mother escape, she heard a rumbling. The room began to

shake. She screamed for Mrs. Moore, then heard a crash above. The floor of the basement caved in.

The limbs of a tree pushed through a hole in the kitchen floor.

Darrion pulled the door of the shelter closed. She knelt with the earth shaking violently around her, and

she wept with fear.

Vicki held on. It was the only thing she could do. She was on top of Mrs. Jenness’s car, her feet

touching the tree that held them suspended over the chasm. The car rocked as Vicki moved slightly.

Though she couldn’t see in the dark, she knew her only chance of escape was the tree. If she could

make her way back along the trunk to its base, there was a chance she could climb up the bank to safety.

She gingerly leaned down to the driver’s window.

“Mrs. Jenness, you have to climb out,” Vicki screamed.

“It’s the only way.”

“I can’t,” the woman said.

“I’ll wait until the rescue squad comes.”

“There isn’t gonna be a rescue squad,” Vicki said.

“Can’t you see?

This is the worldwide quake the Bible predicted. This is what I wrote about in the Underground. “

Mrs. Jenness held the steering wheel. Her knuckles were white. Vicki had to make a decision. If the

woman didn’t want help, Vicki would have to leave without her.

“Please,” Vicki pleaded, “give me your hand.”

“Leave me,” Mrs. Jenness said.

Vicki scooted back on the roof of the car and grabbed the tree trunk.

Water sprayed up from the chasm. The tree was slick.

She was only a few feet along the tree when another fierce tremor sent the ground rolling behind her.

The earth swallowed the tree roots, and Vicki held on as she was moved downstream. The car

submerged. Vicki was underwater before she could take a good breath of air. She held on to a small

limb, surfaced for air, then pulled herself toward the car.

In the inky blackness, she felt her way down. The current was swift, and if she hadn’t had the tree and

the car to hold on to, she would have been swept to her death. The car lights flickered underwater.

Vicki reached inside the driver’s side. She found the steering wheel.

Then she touched a lifeless hand. Mrs. Jenness. In the reflection of the dashboard light, she saw the tree

had struck the principal in the head.

She must have been killed instantly when the car went under, Vicki thought.

For a moment, Vicki froze. She knew it would be easier to give up. But something willed her to fight.

Then Vicki realized the water current and the gaping hole weren’t the worst dangers she faced. The

water was. Her hands were almost numb, and she could hardly feel her legs. With all the strength she

could muster, Vicki struggled to the surface. She grabbed a limb and pulled herself up.

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Earthquake–LeftBehindKids12JerryB.JenkinsandTimLahaye Category:fictionreligionSynopsis:TheworstdisastertheworldhaseverseenscatterstheYoungTribForce.WhenthegreatwrathoftheLambearthquakestrikestheglobe,JuddhasbeencapturedbytheGlobalCommunity.VickiisplanningtodistributetheUndergroundnewspaper.Lionelt...

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