I’m Laura, and I survived global nuclear war. When I walked out into the devastated landscape, I didn’t find zombies, witches or vampires— what I found was infinitely worse; it was real.
Is this our reckoning?
Our tormentor is no longer the enemy; it is what’s left of the desperate earth. My neighbors are starving and sick from the biochemicals in the air. Our food, water and meds are running low. Our only hope is to come together to stay alive.
Who will lead us to salvation?
Certainly not me. Why would it be me?
The Army Colonel is driving me nuts. Something is just not right there. He should be the leader of the Village, not me.
Can my story have a happily-ever-after? Can it have any kind of ever-after?
Targeted Age Group:: 18 and up
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
Every since I can remember I have had a fear of a global nuclear war. I have imagined how my family and friends would survive. I am also very interested in sustainable living. Those two themes are the main focuses of my novels.
Who are your favorite authors?
Steinbeck, Austen, Forester, Atwood
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
My family and friends were the main inspirations for my series of novels, The Survivor Diaries.
A Letter to Brianna and Amanda Taped to Our Front Door
Dear Bri and Ammie,
I am completely despondent that our call a few hours ago got cut off. What if it was the last time I ever hear your voices? I didn’t even get to tell you how much you both mean to me and that I have loved you both like my own daughters ever since the moment you were born onto this earth.
I have been trying to get a hold of you again since we got disconnected, but I keep getting either the busy signal or a message that the lines are experiencing a “higher than usual caller volume” and to please try my call again later. But here is the thing; I don’t know if there is going to be a later.
If you are actually reading this, it means you made it through the bombs, missiles, and chemicals, and have traveled 690 miles, all the way to Monterey. I know that if it’s possible, you two will find a way here to read this letter. I am glad we got to at least discuss you making your way here before the lines went dead. Gosh, right now that word “dead” is my greatest fear, not just for our family, but for the planet. How did it come to this?
My generation was supposed to be leaving everything better than the last. We ended the Cold War, but after 9/11 we jumped too quickly into two more decade long wars out of fear and anger. And now, we have this.
What started this? We have been greedy and have had no idea how to live within our means. When the economy tanked, we were supposed to soldier through it. But we couldn’t live without the big screens, keyboards and monitors that took the place of plain human interactions. We were more eager to upload a photo of our dinner from our iPhones than to invite each other over for a real meal, sans electronics.
Right now, I would give everything I own for just five minutes with the two of you. Now that we are on the eve of probable human extinction, I am not regretting not being able to afford the latest gadget. No, I regret not being able to give you one last hug, one more kiss on the forehead.
I am not really even sure why I am writing this. Maybe there is a chance that you made it up here. But what are you going to find?
How did it get this far? Humans are supposed to have an instinct for survival, at almost any cost. Between China not forgiving us our debts, and the Middle East terrorists and their allies, maybe it was inevitable. Funny, it doesn’t even really matter right now.
Your grandmother, uncle and I have been scrambling since New York and D.C. fell to get things together in case, by a complete miracle, we survive what is coming. My rational mind knows that this is highly unlikely, but it is giving us something to do besides panic. Don’t get me wrong, we have panicked. In fact, we have gone through all the stages of grief, several times, and now we are getting things done as if we are in some kind of daze, mere zombies. Maybe some of the things we have gathered and accomplished will fall into your hands. That is probably the most I can hope for right now.
Our cable went out a couple of days ago, but we don’t need it. We have the radio, and our imaginations are good enough to build a picture of what is taking place
We have no more government, can you believe that? I can’t. What is to stop anyone from breaking the laws, taking what they want, murdering for what they can’t just grab? In fact, that is already happening, isn’t it? The radio said that the rioting is out of control in just about all of the major cities left standing. Can anyone tell me exactly why you need a big screen TV when there is no signal? And we know that sometime soon there will be no electricity, either.
Am I rambling? Maybe, but I am afraid that the minute I stop writing this letter it means that I will never get to see you again, and I am just not ready for it. So, I guess it’s not hurting anything to spill out all of my thoughts right now.
Here’s a thought. My memories of the events of 9/11 are seared into my brain. And not just the images of the Twin Towers being hit by the huge passenger planes that became make shift missiles, either. One of my clearest memories of the day is of my strong but small nieces making their way from the bus on their own. You were in the first and third grades, and the lady who ran your day care was supposed to pick you up like she did every day when you got off the bus. But that day, the one where fear and sadness gripped everyone in the Country, she wasn’t there. Later we found out that on that day her husband left her. Instead of following through with her obligation to keep her young charges safe, she simply didn’t bother to go and get you; she was so wrapped up in her own grief. Amanda, although you were so little, you grabbed your sister by the arm and led her to your house. There, you climbed in the window, and made sure that everything was locked up before you made yourselves a snack and started your homework. After that day, I knew that the two of you would always stick together and make it through, come what may.
Today, I am hoping, praying – even though that’s not something I usually do – that you will take each other by the hand and make your way up here, with your dad in tow. If anyone can, it’s my two capable, intelligent and courageous nieces. You are both warriors.
I know that Bri was called to duty today by the National Guard, and that she will uphold her solemn oath, whatever that may be, but I am wondering if this is too big for even the US Army to hold together. Maybe Bri will get to stay with the family and lead you all here, to Monterey. Am I just making up happily-ever-after stories to get myself through this? Probably.
I just read this letter over, to see if I have said everything I need to say to you both, and I am sobbing. I am inconsolable, and that has brought your uncle to tears. So I now say to myself, “Stop it, Laura. If Bri and Ammie are that strong, you must be at least as strong yourself, for your family.”
One last thing… if you have found this letter, it means that you are ten times the amazing young women I have always believed you to be. Go out and live, Bri and Ammie. Find strength and happiness in knowing that your family loved you until our last breaths.
It has been a true honor to be your aunt. I love you more than words will ever say.
Sincerely and eternally,
Your Aunt Laura
Did you ever wonder how you would survive a global nuclear apocalypse? Lynn Lamb imagined it into existence on the written page!
Lynn Lamb is the author of The Survivor Diaries Series of novels. She was inspired to write her first novel by the characters in her own family and hometown of Monterey, California. Lamb was both fascinated and saddened to turn her beloved city into a torn and broken place that her characters must learn to navigate and pilfer in order to survive. Lamb is also an independent filmmaker. Her dream is to produce the Great American Documentary.
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