Here In Mobile The group of us visit in the street for what seems like hours. The sun is slowly setting in the WEST and the meteors are ceasing to fall. We are so glad that darkness is here once more. Off in the distance their is the faint sound of gun fire, but all in all the streets are quiet. We decide that with darkness here, we should catch some winks before light comes again. All agree. We drive up HWY 65, until we find a Hotel on the outskirts of Mobile, AL. We park our cars out of sight, so we won't be discovered. It is so nice to be off the street. Luckily, I have brought my wind up clock, so that we can get moving again before the sun comes up. The rest of my friends are off in their own little rooms. "So do you think we will be alright here?" my husband asks. "I sure do hope so. It's 7pm now. We will sleep until about 1am and get moving again. Need to get there." "Oh good! That will be a nice sleep. Nite," they say with a yawn and climb into bed. Glad to see them rest. "Nite. I'm going next door to talk with Melissa. I'll be in soon. I'm so tired." "Okay. Don't be long. Luv you." "Luv you back and I won't." I knock on Melissa's door and she opens it. She is having a time getting kids to bed. I go in and tell her the plan. We then go outside and lean on the balcony. I don't want the kids hearing what I have to say. Not that it's bad, but they don't need to know. Too much detail for little ears. 8pm rolls around and we both feel it is time to go to bed. It sure is quiet in that old hotel, not even a sound. Before I fall off to sleep, I turn on the TV to see what might be on. Amazingly enough they have the news on. I sit in bed and watch as the man on the news says that the little showers are coming to a close. That it is all over. People can go home. The newscast get up from their seats and began hugging each other and shouting for joy. I just shake my head in sadness. They don't even know what is on it's way. April 5th, 2010 1 AM Comes Fast Before I wake up the rest of my friends, I go to the corner store and pick up tons of breakfast items that we might eat on the way. I then proceed to wake up the rest of the crew. We slowly make it to our cars and then back to HWY 65. We drive for only a few miles and then I decide that maybe we should get our- selves some lunch stuff for the future stop. Which would not be all that long away. I see that there is this town, Atmore, AL. I figure it's, as good as, any place to stop. When we get there, we notice how badly destroyed and deserted it is by it's people. 10 people go in the grocery. We pick up some: paper towels, kleenex, bread, peanut butter, jelly, canned tuna, crackers, many bags of potato chips, water, gatorade, pasta meals, rice, flour, cooking oil, pam, olives, pickles, Cheerios, pop tarts, vienna sausages, matches, first aid supplies, canned vegetables, canned beans, can opener, spam, canned soups, & pet food. The store has been slightly destroyed. With our cars packed to the hill with yummy food, we make it back to HWY 65 and are on our way. It is not long before we find ourselves at a rest area near the town of Lenox, AL. We pull in to grab ourselves a bite to eat. It sure feels good to fill up our stomachs. Off in the distance, we hear more gun fire. It does not take us long to get back into our cars and get moving again. Glad to be going, too. 6:45 AM We are now at the rest area near the town of Greenville, AL. The sun is just coming up and already we feel the heat. Most of us have changed into much cooler clothes. We sit for awhile, before moving onward. Time is running short and soon the world will know of the danger heading our way. It sends chills through my bones. With all our personal business taken care of, we head off to Huntsville, AL. Thirty-two miles later we arrive at the town of: Hope Hull. It's small, quaint and forgotten. We gather our thoughts and study our map before taking off once more. The journey has been a long one for all of us. Driving through Montgomery, AL was easier than any of us thought it would of been. I'm surprised they didn't have more destruction done to the town. We did notice that some buildings had collapsed, but all in all the town still looked the same. That was such a relief, but it made me wonder how our own homes were holding up. 8:30 AM We find ourselves at yet another rest area. This one can be found near Clanton, AL. The crew and I are becoming quite restless, so we decide to stop and stretch our legs. Plus, our pets legs, too. We, also, eat some food and use the restrooms. The roads have been very quiet since they reported the showers stopped. Gradually, we all make it back to our cars. The first thing that I do, is turn on the radio. After, 30 minutes of searching, I find a station that is coming in sorta clear. The DJ is talking, but I can't make out what he is saying. It takes me a couple of spins on the knob to get to hear him more clearly and what he is saying is not all that good. My mouth drops open and my eyes stare straight. "Debbie, what is wrong. Debbie?", my husband says as they enter the car once more. "Debbie, please say something. What did you hear on the radio?" I turn slowly and begin to tell them the horrible tale I just heard on the cars radio. *sigh* "I just heard on the radio where the news has put the word out on the larger meteor. Michael's telescope has been destroyed, so he didn't have to say he saw it, but the 2nd one has just made contact with it. The president will speak more about it tonight on the 10 o'clock news. You know when they get a better look, the world will fall apart." "Oh man. I know one thing we had better not tell the crew. We need them functioning at their best." "You have that right." NOON My husband and I are just about to pull off, when the cell phone starts to ring. It is Michael & he doesn't sound too happy. I sit very quiet listening to all he has to say. Then I hang up the phone. It is time to tell the rest of the bunch what he had to say. How am I going to do that? "Okay guys. There has been a change of plans. Birmingham and the rest of the world knows all about the larger meteor. We are going to have to bypass the large city. Michael also, feels that we should compact ourselves into one vehicle. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated. Tina pipes up with, "Greyhound. Leave the driving to us. *Laugh*." "Hey that's not a bad idea," I say. "Now lets find one in this area. So we can get moving." Dawn and Bambi chime in, "There is one in Birmingham and one in Anniston, AL. I say we go for Birmingham. It is so much closer." With that in mind we pile into our cars and head onward bound. It takes us no time at all to get to Birmingham and even less to find the Greyhound station. It has been badly damaged, but there is one bus still in tack. 3 PM Eighty or so people are in our group to survive. Many pets are with us, too. Pulling into that Greyhound yard are some really tired, hungry people. There sitting on the steps, is a very grungy looking man. He looks like he has lost his best friend. I tell the rest of the crew to stay around their cars. You never know who this person is, but it turns out he is only the last survivor of this town. I find out his name is Arthur. I tell the rest of my friends it is okay to exit their cars now. He is a very nice person and I feel for him being here all alone. When I ask him why didn't he move on to another town, he has only to say he lost his wife here and that is where he chose to stay. *smile* It is just our luck to find out he can drive the bus, too. Half of us pile into the bus. My family and Melissa's both get to pile into this bus. We make sure to put our luggage down below in the cargo hold. The only trouble is finding room for the animals. Thirteen seats are empty in the back of the bus. The six rodents we travel with go in upper birth compartments. We manage to make hanging spots for the 2 cages of finches we have. The 2 fish are put in a box compartment in the rest area. The eight cats travel in travel caddies by their owners feet. The 10 smaller dogs travel the same way the cats do. The 13 larger dogs travel at the back of the bus. BOY! What a way to go. The remaining people follow behind the bus as we head onward to Anniston. We can't wait. We make it to Anniston at 7pm. Get Your FreeWeb Pages
The group of us visit in the street for what seems like hours. The sun is slowly setting in the WEST and the meteors are ceasing to fall. We are so glad that darkness is here once more. Off in the distance their is the faint sound of gun fire, but all in all the streets are quiet. We decide that with darkness here, we should catch some winks before light comes again. All agree.
We drive up HWY 65, until we find a Hotel on the outskirts of Mobile, AL. We park our cars out of sight, so we won't be discovered. It is so nice to be off the street. Luckily, I have brought my wind up clock, so that we can get moving again before the sun comes up. The rest of my friends are off in their own little rooms.
"So do you think we will be alright here?" my husband asks.
"I sure do hope so. It's 7pm now. We will sleep until about 1am and get moving again. Need to get there."
"Oh good! That will be a nice sleep. Nite," they say with a yawn and climb into bed. Glad to see them rest.
"Nite. I'm going next door to talk with Melissa. I'll be in soon. I'm so tired."
"Okay. Don't be long. Luv you."
"Luv you back and I won't."
I knock on Melissa's door and she opens it. She is having a time getting kids to bed. I go in and tell her the plan. We then go outside and lean on the balcony. I don't want the kids hearing what I have to say. Not that it's bad, but they don't need to know. Too much detail for little ears.
8pm rolls around and we both feel it is time to go to bed. It sure is quiet in that old hotel, not even a sound. Before I fall off to sleep, I turn on the TV to see what might be on. Amazingly enough they have the news on. I sit in bed and watch as the man on the news says that the little showers are coming to a close. That it is all over. People can go home. The newscast get up from their seats and began hugging each other and shouting for joy. I just shake my head in sadness. They don't even know what is on it's way.
Before I wake up the rest of my friends, I go to the corner store and pick up tons of breakfast items that we might eat on the way. I then proceed to wake up the rest of the crew. We slowly make it to our cars and then back to HWY 65.
We drive for only a few miles and then I decide that maybe we should get our- selves some lunch stuff for the future stop. Which would not be all that long away. I see that there is this town, Atmore, AL. I figure it's, as good as, any place to stop. When we get there, we notice how badly destroyed and deserted it is by it's people.
10 people go in the grocery. We pick up some: paper towels, kleenex, bread, peanut butter, jelly, canned tuna, crackers, many bags of potato chips, water, gatorade, pasta meals, rice, flour, cooking oil, pam, olives, pickles, Cheerios, pop tarts, vienna sausages, matches, first aid supplies, canned vegetables, canned beans, can opener, spam, canned soups, & pet food. The store has been slightly destroyed.
With our cars packed to the hill with yummy food, we make it back to HWY 65 and are on our way. It is not long before we find ourselves at a rest area near the town of Lenox, AL. We pull in to grab ourselves a bite to eat. It sure feels good to fill up our stomachs. Off in the distance, we hear more gun fire. It does not take us long to get back into our cars and get moving again. Glad to be going, too.
We are now at the rest area near the town of Greenville, AL. The sun is just coming up and already we feel the heat. Most of us have changed into much cooler clothes. We sit for awhile, before moving onward. Time is running short and soon the world will know of the danger heading our way. It sends chills through my bones. With all our personal business taken care of, we head off to Huntsville, AL.
Thirty-two miles later we arrive at the town of: Hope Hull. It's small, quaint and forgotten. We gather our thoughts and study our map before taking off once more. The journey has been a long one for all of us.
Driving through Montgomery, AL was easier than any of us thought it would of been. I'm surprised they didn't have more destruction done to the town. We did notice that some buildings had collapsed, but all in all the town still looked the same. That was such a relief, but it made me wonder how our own homes were holding up.
We find ourselves at yet another rest area. This one can be found near Clanton, AL. The crew and I are becoming quite restless, so we decide to stop and stretch our legs. Plus, our pets legs, too. We, also, eat some food and use the restrooms. The roads have been very quiet since they reported the showers stopped.
Gradually, we all make it back to our cars. The first thing that I do, is turn on the radio. After, 30 minutes of searching, I find a station that is coming in sorta clear. The DJ is talking, but I can't make out what he is saying. It takes me a couple of spins on the knob to get to hear him more clearly and what he is saying is not all that good. My mouth drops open and my eyes stare straight.
"Debbie, what is wrong. Debbie?", my husband says as they enter the car once more.
"Debbie, please say something. What did you hear on the radio?"
I turn slowly and begin to tell them the horrible tale I just heard on the cars radio. *sigh*
"I just heard on the radio where the news has put the word out on the larger meteor. Michael's telescope has been destroyed, so he didn't have to say he saw it, but the 2nd one has just made contact with it. The president will speak more about it tonight on the 10 o'clock news. You know when they get a better look, the world will fall apart."
"Oh man. I know one thing we had better not tell the crew. We need them functioning at their best."
"You have that right."
My husband and I are just about to pull off, when the cell phone starts to ring. It is Michael & he doesn't sound too happy. I sit very quiet listening to all he has to say. Then I hang up the phone. It is time to tell the rest of the bunch what he had to say. How am I going to do that?
"Okay guys. There has been a change of plans. Birmingham and the rest of the world knows all about the larger meteor. We are going to have to bypass the large city. Michael also, feels that we should compact ourselves into one vehicle. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.
Tina pipes up with, "Greyhound. Leave the driving to us. *Laugh*."
"Hey that's not a bad idea," I say. "Now lets find one in this area. So we can get moving."
Dawn and Bambi chime in, "There is one in Birmingham and one in Anniston, AL. I say we go for Birmingham. It is so much closer."
With that in mind we pile into our cars and head onward bound. It takes us no time at all to get to Birmingham and even less to find the Greyhound station. It has been badly damaged, but there is one bus still in tack.
Eighty or so people are in our group to survive. Many pets are with us, too. Pulling into that Greyhound yard are some really tired, hungry people. There sitting on the steps, is a very grungy looking man. He looks like he has lost his best friend. I tell the rest of the crew to stay around their cars. You never know who this person is, but it turns out he is only the last survivor of this town.
I find out his name is Arthur. I tell the rest of my friends it is okay to exit their cars now. He is a very nice person and I feel for him being here all alone. When I ask him why didn't he move on to another town, he has only to say he lost his wife here and that is where he chose to stay. *smile*
It is just our luck to find out he can drive the bus, too. Half of us pile into the bus. My family and Melissa's both get to pile into this bus. We make sure to put our luggage down below in the cargo hold. The only trouble is finding room for the animals.
Thirteen seats are empty in the back of the bus. The six rodents we travel with go in upper birth compartments. We manage to make hanging spots for the 2 cages of finches we have. The 2 fish are put in a box compartment in the rest area. The eight cats travel in travel caddies by their owners feet. The 10 smaller dogs travel the same way the cats do. The 13 larger dogs travel at the back of the bus. BOY! What a way to go. The remaining people follow behind the bus as we head onward to Anniston. We can't wait.
We make it to Anniston at 7pm.
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