Earth’s Blood, By Ethan Holmes
Chapter 1: In the Beginning...
11 July, 2014: It’s three o’clock in the afternoon and snowing heavily on the diminutive
former copper mine town of Jerome, Arizona. It’s a soft heavy snow chock full of
1 June, 2012: Mary Ellen Siemes was proud of herself and justifiably so. The bottle-
It was a profound yet rewarding step starting up her own home-
On this particular day Mary Ellen planned to make the trip into downtown Phoenix from her home twenty three miles north of the valley to deliver some work and pick up a rather sizable check; the kind that makes a small business owner very happy despite the fact that there were still the occasional days it seemed as though she worked twice as long as she would at a ‘real job’.
Mary Ellen reached for the green print button on her new HP all-
“How am I ever going to explain this to those people,” She was envisioning the entire invoice she had just attempted to print disappearing into whatever universe lost documents go to, “unless they at least felt that? An earthquake in Carefree!? And when my computer comes back up I can’t wait to see what else I lost on there!”
The shudder itself was the strangest and most disconcerting thing she had ever felt
despite the fact that she was a veteran of the 2008 Mission Bay quake that had brought
down a chunk of San Diego and temporarily emptied the bay. This one didn’t shake
or roll nor did it last very long at all like most quakes seem to do. The whole house
just sort of jumped up sharply and then back down like someone snapping a blanket
to spread it across a new-
All the software and music CD’s had fallen out of the flimsy white plastic storage
tower next to her computer and the family photos on her office desk were either lying
flat or had crashed to the floor. The three drawer metal filing cabinet was leaning
against her pine bookcase with the top two drawers bent on their runners and sticking
halfway out. Looking around she could see that her calendar, her wood-
Mary Ellen struggled her feet, kicking some debris out of the way and stumbled to the kitchen to find every right hand cabinet door wide open and dishes, boxes and cans of food and pieces of glass everywhere. The refrigerator and freezer doors were wide open. Most of the food and beverages were splattered on the floor in front of and to the left of the appliance. The white, four slice Cuisinart toaster, normally sitting on the counter on the right side of the sink was sitting cockeyed in the sink. It looked as though the whole room had abruptly shifted to the right and forgot to take all the contents with it.