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Anaheim Run

# 13 in the Endworld series

by David L. Robbins

Prologue 1

"Listen!" exclaimed the oldest of the trio, an elderly man with a shock

of white hair and gray brows. A strong breeze from the west, from the

Pacific Ocean, stirred his brown woolen shirt and baggy green pants. The

air was exceptionally chilly along the West Coast, even for January.

"I don't hear nothin'," commented the youngest of the party, a skinny

youth barely out of his teens. Brushing his long black hair from his brown

eyes, he scanned the vestige of a road they were following to the north.

Potholes dotted the buckled asphalt, and the surrounding vegetation

served as a verdant wall. The wind seemed to shear right through his blue

short-sleeved shirt and black trousers. "There's nothin' out there," he

commented.

"I knew we should have stuck to the main roads!" complained the

young woman lagging slightly behind the two men. Her shoulder-length

black hair was being lashed by the gusts, and her blue pants and blouse

provided scant protection from the cold.

"Will you quit gripin', sis!" countered the youth.

"We should have stayed with the main roads!" his sister reiterated.

"You know how dangerous it is to stray!" She paused, shivering. "And why

didn't we bring an extra set of clothes? Warm clothes!"

"It was nice when we left yesterday," the youth said.

"It's not nice now!" his sister groused.

"Quiet! Both of you!" barked the elderly man.

"What's with you, Grandpa?" the youth demanded. "Everything is cool."

"In more ways than one!" interjected his sister bitterly.

"I tell you there's something out there!" Grandpa insisted.

The youth gazed up at the darkening sky, spying several stars in the

firmament. "Let's find a spot to camp for the night. We'll start a fire. If

there's an animal in those woods, a fire will scare it off."

"What if it's not an animal?" the sister asked.

Grandpa glanced at the young woman. "Don't fret none, Tess. We're

only about thirty miles from Los Angeles. The damn Raiders don't

ordinarily come in this close to the city. They're afraid of running into a

Free State patrol."

"But the soldiers only patrol the main roads," Tess noted. "And who

knows where the hell we are?"

"I know," Grandpa asserted. "And by this time tomorrow, you'll be safe

and sound at your Aunt Betty's."

"We never should have left Rincon Springs," Tess muttered.

"I haven't seen my sister in ten years," Grandpa said. "If your folks were

alive, they'd agree this trip was a good idea."

"Grandpa, what's that?" the youth inquired, pointing to the southwest.

Grandpa turned in the indicated direction. Visible above the trees in

the distance, reflecting the fading glow of the vanishing sun, was an

imposing edifice consisting of white spires and towers with slanted blue

roofs. Even from afar, he could distinguish a dilapidated aspect to the

structure. "That used to be an amusement park. I forget its name. My

father told me once, but that was fifty years ago. Nobody goes there

anymore."

"What's an amusement park?" the youth queried.

"I'll tell you all about it later," Grandpa said. "Right now, Johnny, we'd

better find a place to camp."

They hastened to the north, their ears alert for any sound from the

woods.

"Hey! Look at that!" Johnny cried.

To their left, perhaps 15 yards from the ancient road, was a

tumbledown frame house, long since abandoned. The windows had been

broken and the front door was dangling from one rusted hinge. Weeds

choked the yard and partially covered a cracked cement walk leading up to

a collapsed wooden porch.

"How about there?" Johnny questioned.

Grandpa stared at the steadily dimming sky. "We don't have any

choice. At least there will be a lot of wood we can use for our fire."

"Let's get out of the wind!" Tess urged.

Grandpa, his right hand on the Astra Model 357 strapped to his right

hip, took the lead, cautiously advancing along the walk to the house. The

sagging green wooden steps creaked as he stepped up to the porch. "Wait

here," he directed.

"Be careful!" Tess warned.

Johnny drew his machete from its sheath on his hip. "I wish I was

packin' a gun," he commented.

"I wish we'd never taken this shortcut," Tess mentioned.

"You're the one who wanted to reach L.A. as fast as possible," Johnny

noted. "Grandpa was just doing you a favor."

"Me and my big mouth," Tess said.

Grandpa skirted the gaping hole in the middle of the porch and sidled

closer to the door. He peered into the gloomy interior.

Tess nervously glanced at the nearby trees. "Why is it I feel like

something is watching me?"

"Because you're a jerk," Johnny replied.

"Up yours!"

Gandpa disappeared into the house.

"I hope nothing happens to him," Tess said.

"You should of thought of that before," Johnny stated.

"Why the hell are you getting on my case?" Tess inquired angrily.

A branch snapped in the encircling forest.

"What was that?" Tess blurted in alarm.

"Don't crap your pants," Johnny ridiculed her. "It could have just been

a rabbit."

"And it could have been a mutant!" Tess rejoined anxiously.

"The mutants have all been killed off from around here," Johnny said.

"The wild ones, anyway."

"They've been exterminated close to the cities," Tess declared. "But

we're thirty miles from L.A."

"Like Grandpa said," Johnny remarked. "The Raiders don't come

around here anymore, and the same goes for the wild mutants."

"I hope you're right," Tess said.

"Trust me, sis," Johnny stated reassuringly.

"Not on your life," Tess said.

Grandpa appeared in the front doorway. He beckoned for them to join

him.

"What's inside?" Johnny asked.

"See for yourselves," Grandpa said.

They entered to find the home had been ravaged, with broken furniture

scattered all over the floor. A few cobwebs hung from the ceiling.

"Go on up," Grandpa instructed them, motioning toward a flight of

stairs to the right.

Johnny went up first, Tess on his heels. The second floor was in

marginally better condition, and there were two chairs and a bed still

intact in one of the rooms to the left of the stairs.

"Tess can use the bed," Grandpa said.

"Sleep on that cruddy thing?" Tess griped.

"It's either the bed or the floor," Grandpa told her. "Take your pick."

Tess walked over to the bed and patted the pitiful remnant of a

mattress. She coughed as a swirl of dust enshrouded her face.

"We'll be safe on this floor," Grandpa said. "You stay here while I check

the kitchen."

"The kitchen?" Johnny repeated quizzically.

"Sometimes you can find old pots and pans in these deserted homes,"

Grandpa explained. "There might be something I can use to contain a fire.

You'll see." He walked off.

Tess sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. "I'm sorry I ever agreed to

go see Aunt Betty."

"I'm lookin' forward to gettin' there," Johnny said. "L.A. is the big

time." He slid his machete into its sheath.

"Who cares?" Tess yawned.

"What a dork," Johnny stated, shaking his head.

They waited in silence until Grandpa returned bearing a huge metal

pot and a large marble square.

"What's this?" Johnny asked, reaching out and tapping the marble.

"They used it to chop vegetables on, and they placed hot pans on it to

prevent the kitchen counter from being scorched," Grandpa detailed.

"We could use one of those," Tess remarked.

"I'll take it with us," Grandpa said. "It will make a dandy gift for Betty."

"What are you doing with it?" Johnny wanted to know.

"Watch." Grandpa moved to the center of the bedroom and deposited

the marble square on the floor, then positioned the pot on the marble. He

went into another bedroom across the hall and came back with an armful

of furniture fragments.

"We're going to use it for our fire!" Johnny deduced.

Grandpa nodded. He knelt and dropped the wood into the pot, then

took a box of matches from his left front pocket. A minute later, a small

fire was radiating light and heat about the room.

"Neat!" Johnny said. "I'll have to remember this trick."

"It's no trick," Grandpa corrected him. "They did it all the time before

the war."

Tess unslung the brown leather pouch she wore draped over her left

shoulder by a thin strap. "Can we eat now?"

Grandpa nodded, kneeling next to the pot.

Johnny crossed to the only window in the room and examined a

network of cracks in the glass. "I can't believe this is in one piece!"

Tess opened her pouch and extracted three strips of beef jerky. "Here

you go." She handed one to Grandpa and tossed a strip to her brother.

"So what's an amusement park?" Johnny queried, then bit into the

tangy jerky.

Grandpa held his wrinkled hands over the fire. "An amusement park

was where they went to have fun."

"Have fun?" Johnny said. "They had a special place for havin' fun?"

Grandpa grinned. "They had lots of places. Amusement parks, circuses,

zoos, and others. I understand they have a few animals left at the zoo in

Los Angeles. We'll visit it, if you want."

"I'd love to see it!" Johnny declared.

"I know of only one zoo left, the one in L.A.," Grandpa stated. "But

amusement parks and circuses are things of the past. They died with the

war. People had more important priorities, like merely staying alive.

California had it pretty easy, compared to the rest of the country. But even

here there were the looters, the Raiders, the mutants, and assorted

killers."

"You still haven't told me what an amusement park is," Johnny

observed, his mouth full of jerky.

"They were filled with rides of all kinds, tiny cars and trains and boats

and…" Grandpa paused, pondering. "Roller coasters."

"What's a roller coaster?" Johnny asked.

"I don't really know," Grandpa said. "I've never been to an amusement

park. Like I said, my father told me about them fifty years ago, and he

learned about them from his father. You've got to remember it's been one

hundred and five years since the war." He sighed. "My age must be

showing. I don't recall details like I once did."

"You do fine," Johnny mentioned affectionately. "I hope I'm in as good

a shape as you are when I'm your age."

"Thanks," Grandpa said, smirking. "I think."

"You know," Tess interjected, "sometimes I wish there had never been a

war. I think we would be better off if those assholes hadn't decided to blow

up the world."

"They didn't blow up the world," Grandpa stated, "but they came awful

close."

"Do you think there will be another big war?" Tess inquired.

"World War Four?"

"Yeah," Tess said.

Grandpa shrugged. "There might be. As far as I know, we don't have

any major countries left in the world. None of what they used to call

superpowers."

"What's a superpower?" Johnny questioned.

"A country with people egotistical enough to believe they were super,

and with enough military power to destroy their enemies ten times over,"

Grandpa replied.

"Were there a lot of these superpowers?" Tess asked.

"A few," Grandpa responded. "And I don't believe there will be another

world war until superpowers are formed again."

"Why's that?" Johnny asked, delighting, as always, in his grandfather's

entertaining explanations.

"I have this theory," Grandpa said. "World wars are caused by

countries getting too big for their britches. A superpower is a war waiting

to happen. So long as we have individual countries or nations trying to be

on top, to control everybody else, we'll have world wars."

"We'll have wars forever," Tess commented.

"Maybe not," Grandpa said. "Not if we could set up a global

government."

"A what?" Johnny said.

"A government of all the people on the planet," Grandpa stated. "It

could be set up like this country used to be. There were fifty states before

the war, and they lived in peace because they were presided over by a

central government. Well, it could work on a global scale, too. We could

have all the nations, or what's left of them, agree to create a world

government."

"You're dreaming," Tess said.

Johnny looked out the window. "You sure come up with some weird

ideas."

Grandpa stared at his grandson. "You don't think it would work?"

"How should I know?" Johnny responded. "All I know about

government is that I don't like anyone tellin' me what to do."

"The Free State of California isn't a dictatorship," Grandpa remarked.

"Oh, yeah?" Johnny retorted. "Then what's this I hear about them

making every kid go to school for five years, whether they want to go or

not?" He frowned. "I'm glad I'm too old to go."

Grandpa laughed. "Before the war everyone attended school for at least

twelve years."

"What?" Johnny said in surprise.

"That's right," Grandpa affirmed. "The school system, like almost

everything else, fell apart after the war. They didn't have enough teachers,

and there was no way to keep all the school buses running." He paused.

"Besides, the state government was too busy trying to restore order and

maintain control. They didn't get the schools operating again in Los

Angeles and the other big cities until about forty years ago, and it's been a

slow process for them to organize schools in the smaller towns and rural

communities."

"Well, I don't think they should have the right to force you to go to

school," Johnny stated emphatically.

"I agree," Grandpa concurred, grinning.

"You do?" Johnny asked.

"Certainly," Grandpa said. "If you want to be dumb all your life, that's

your prerogative."

"My what?" Johnny queried.

"I rest my case," Grandpa said.

"I don't need school," Johnny declared. "I learn everything I need from

you, just like you learned from your dad."

"I'm afraid it's not the same," Grandpa disagreed.

Johnny, hoping to change the subject, gazed out the window. "It sure is

dark out there."

"See anything?" Tess inquired.

"Only a mutant," Johnny answered.

Tess glanced up in alarm. "A mutant!"

"Yep. A giant rabbit breakin' branches from the trees," Johnny said,

and cackled.

"You're not funny," Tess told him.

"Will you relax?" Johnny advised her. "There's nothin' out there to

worry about."

The window suddenly exploded inward, showering shards of glass over

the floor. Johnny was flung backwards, his arms flailing, and tripped over

a chair, crashing onto his back.

"Johnny!" Tess screamed.

Grandpa drew his revolver, aiming the gun at the shattered window.

The wind tore into the room, stirring the dust.

"Johnny!" Tess leaped to her brother's side. "Johnny!"

There was a ragged cavity spurting blood and brains in Johnny's

forehead above his right eye. A pool of crimson was spreading around his

head, soaking his hair. His mouth was twisted in a cockeyed grin.

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