Debbie S. Blankenship - Gone . . .

Gone...

Debbie S. Blankenship

Gone...

Copyright 2022 Debbie S. Blankenship. All rights reserved. Except for brief quotations in critical publications or reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced in any manner without prior written permission from the publisher. Write: Permissions, Wipf and Stock Publishers, W. th Ave., Suite , Eugene, OR 97401 .

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March 11, 2022 7:49 AM

I could not have written this book without the help of my dear friend Dottie Reinke. She was my sounding board, my critic, my editor, and my biggest cheerleader. When I didnt know how to start, she gave me great ideas.

Without her friendship I could very well still be a lost soul wandering this earth. Thank you for friending that weird girl that sat next to you in Jr High music class.

I also want to thank my good friend Cindy Odneal for her help with the final editing of this book. I couldnt have done it without you!

J ohn Blakely dreams of reporting the big story, but when he finally gets the assignment to find out why people have gone missing, it hits a little too close to home. He soon discovers the dangers of this new world while trying to figure out what happened. His ensuing journey leads him to faith, and, ultimately, the family he always dreamed of.

Chapter

S omething had just happened in the tower. There was a noise, a shout or a horn blast, a movement of some kind, and of the air traffic controllers were gone. Just gone! Everyone in the room scrambled to try to monitor the planes left unattended. As they watched in horror, some of the planes began to descend, with calls to the pilot unanswered. Frantic calls from other planes were reporting missing pilots or co-pilots, missing passengers, missing attendants. Sasha frantically tried to contact the two planes that were drifting into each others flight path. One of the flight attendants on flight came on the radio, frantically calling for help, reporting no pilots on board. Sasha hollered for Steve, who was a pilot, to take over for flight and help the attendant change course. Steves voice came on the radio, trying to get instructions to the attendant, but it wasnt in time, and both planes disappeared from their screens...

On flight , Shaun, the flight attendant, was pushing his cart down the aisle, serving drinks to the passengers. He thought he heard something and looked back towards the cockpit. Suddenly passengers were screaming and when he turned to face the man he had just served, he was gone! The woman seated next to him was also gone, and the young woman that was seated next to the window was screaming. Several of the other passengers were also screaming, getting out of their seats, looking for someone. He hollered for everyone to sit back down and put on their seat belts, and quickly pushed his cart back to its station. Knocking on the cockpit door, he was going to inform the pilot to turn back, something was wrong. The door flew open and another attendant screamed at him that the pilots had disappeared! He stared in disbelief at the two empty seats; no one was flying the plane! He got in the pilots chair and tried to radio the tower, but there was no response. Frantically he grabbed the controls as the plane started to descend. Finally, a voice came over the radio and he screamed into it, We dont have any pilots! What should I do? Sasha told him to stay calm, she would find someone to help him. A minute later he was on the radio with Steve, who was trying to give him instructions on how to correct their course. Suddenly another plane came into view just beneath them. Shaun tried to pull up, but realized he was not going to miss the other plane. He locked eyes with the other attendant...

Pat, the shift supervisor at the nuclear plant, was checking the pressure gauges with Ron when he heard a strange noise and looked back towards the door. Seeing nothing there, he turned back to the controls saying, We need to go check the other gauges, when he realized Ron was no longer beside him. Pat went to the main control room, thinking that was where Ron had gone, but he was not there either. Just then an alarm started to sound and another employee came running up to him screaming about people disappearing from their posts, leaving vital controls unattended. They had been having trouble with some of the release valves and Pat stared in horror as gauges began to fluctuate with no one to correct the pressures. He tried to make the corrections himself, but couldnt get the valves to release together like they should. The building began to shudder under the increasing pressure. Pat hit the evacuation alarm and everyone began running out of the facility...

Adam was grumbling as he drove his -wheeler through Chicagos rush hour traffic. He had hoped to make it through there much earlier, but construction had slowed his progress. His radio was playing loudly, but he thought he heard a horn and looked in his rear-view mirror. Suddenly, a car swerved into his lane directly in front of him. He slammed on his brakes, barely missing the car. As he watched the car drift into the next lane, he realized several cars and trucks in front of him were crashing into each other. There was no way to avoid them. He closed his eyes, bracing for impact...

I sat in my car, stunned by what just happened. A large dump truck had narrowly missed me as it cascaded down a hill into the front of someones house, spilling its load of gravel as it smashed through the brick wall. I pulled over, watching other cars crashing into each other. Elle, youre not going to believe this! I said into my phone. There are cars crashing into each other everywhere!

There was silence on the other end.

Elle? Are you still there?

Wondering if I had accidentally hung up, I checked the second counter on my phone. It showed the call was still connected.

Hello, Elle?

There was no response, so I hung up.

I got out of my car to see if anyone needed help as I dialed . The line was busy, so I hung up and went to check on the truck driver that had hit the house.

Is everyone OK? I asked as the family came outside.

Yes, fortunately no one was in that bedroom at the time! a woman replied.

We all rushed over to the truck, looking inside for the driver, but no one was there.

Did you see him get out? the woman asked.

No, I didnt see anyone, I replied, looking around the truck.

Someone started screaming down the street, so I ran over to see what happened. A young woman was hysterically searching for her sister. When I got her to calm down, she told me she was riding with her sister, Mary, to work when she suddenly disappeared.

I tried to grab the steering wheel, but couldnt reach the brakes and we crashed into the car beside us! Then we were hit from behind and ran into the telephone pole!

She was sobbing as I tried to console her. She seemed physically ok, so I told her help was on the way and went to the other car that was crashed near her. There was an elderly man behind the steering wheel. He was slumped over, not moving. I checked his pulse, but couldnt find one. Emergency sirens started filling the air. The sidewalks and streets became crowded with people who all seemed to be frantically searching for someone.

I went back to my car and tried Elle again, but the line was busy. I needed to get to her coffee shop to be sure she was ok. I managed to drive a few blocks, but many of the roads were completely blocked with accidents. The news station that I had been listening to was reporting that people had disappeared, causing nationwide chaos. My heart began to pound faster as I wondered what happened, especially to Elle. After turning down several unfamiliar streets looking for a clear lane to drive down, I couldnt go any farther, so I pulled over as best I could and went on foot. Again, I tried to call Elle and this time it rang, but then went to her voicemail.