The Christmas Flood
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The Christmas Flood
- Morgantown Airport - On a wooden box in a tent next to the folding mobile camper.
This is Maria Chavez speaking, and today is December 25th, 2092.
Once, in the world before the war, this would have been a joyous time to celebrate with loved ones. Now it's a time to reflect and to mourn.
It was on this day ten years ago that we lost so much in the tragic event we call the Christmas Flood.
I'm making this recording in the hopes of ensuring the flood and its victims are never forgotten.
I suppose the story really begins in November of 2077, the month after the war.
Survivors from the Pleasant Valley Ski Resort sent a group to Charleston to ask for help and supplies. The city leaders turned them away.
There was so much chaos and so much need back then, I suppose it was an impossible request to grant.
The failure to secure help led to a change in leadership for the survivors at the ski resort.
A cold and brutal man named David Thorpe took charge, and he shaped those people into something terrible.
They took what they wanted by force and killed anyone that stood in their way.
Years later, Thorpe's girlfriend Rosalynn led a raid on Charleston. They were spotted early, and a fight broke out.
A few of them escaped, but Rosalynn was injured and taken prisoner along with some of the other raiders.
By then, the Responders were more or less running things in the city, and we were doing pretty well for ourselves.
We felt confident we could confront the raiders on their home turf, so we sent a group up into the mountains to see if we could make a deal.
We hoped we could get them to leave us alone if we agreed to release some of the prisoners. We were wrong.
Thorpe had somehow got his hands on a mini-nuke, and he used it to blow the Summersville Dam on Christmas morning.
We lost almost everything; our homes, our supplies and most of our friends and family.
The days and weeks that followed were the hardest of my life, but somehow, we held together.
We kept the idea of the Responders alive, even though there were only a handful of us left.
That's the story of the Christmas Flood. Tell your children, tell everyone you meet. Let's keep the memory alive for as long as we can.