EMP - Worst Case Scenario · Life After an Electromagnetic Pulse

EMP - Worst Case Scenario "Life After An Electromagnetic Pulse"

Revised May 1st, 2015

Charlie Haskell is burning up a Texas back road in his old Ford pickup truck, headed home after going out after much needed last minute supplies for his long time project is nearly complete; a one thousand square foot, underground backyard bunker. Mr. Haskell is what you’d call a doomsday prepper, a guy who believes that the earth and the people on it are doomed to succumb to some unpredictable outside forces like an alien invasion or an E.M.P (electromagnetic-pulse). His fears have taken his life over and led him to prepare for the worst case scenario for the past five years.

All that is left to finish the underground bunker is to unload the pickup truck which is packed with dried foods, first aid supplies, batteries, and anything else on his enormous shopping list that would deem useful in an unimaginable event. I can’t leave out the ammunition and the weaponry either. Charlie comes from a long line of gun lovers, so he’s managed to stockpile many rifles and pistols over his lifetime along with the skills to use them. He’s even trained his only son Kyle to be a marksman of sorts as well.

Charlie’s wife Mary thinks he’s about as crazy as they come. She doesn’t really buy the whole “doomsday scenario” and relies heavily on her faith in god to get her through this life. She goes along with Charlie’s crazy antics only to keep from arguing with him about what she considers an unhealthy obsession with his idea of being prepared for anything.

As Charlie pulls into his driveway, Kyle hears his dad’s truck and heads out the back screen door to help him unload the supplies into the bunker. As the screen door slams, Mary stands at the kitchen window over the sink shaking her head at her crazy husband and her teenaged son Kyle, seemingly following his father’s footsteps into the world of prepping. She thinks it’s ridiculous, but she also knows that it’s got to be harmless.