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    Worst Case Scenario
    Worst Case Scenario
    Worst Case Scenario
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    Worst Case Scenario

    By Raymond Towers

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    This is it. The end of the world as we know it. Stuff hits the fan. No rule of law. Timelines are converging rapidly, but why? Is it CERN, Mandela Effect or Planet X? What is real and what is not? In a brutal landscape with very few survivors, here is one man who has turned his back on a world that has disowned him, and yet the world will not let him simply walk away. Rating: HIGH controversy.

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    PublisherRaymond Towers
    Release dateJun 8, 2017
    ISBN9781370358953
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    Raymond Towers

    Raymond Towers is an author of fantasy, horror and science fiction that strays away from the mainstream, plus a little in the way of true paranormal and other genres. He has written and independently published over forty titles, most of them full-length novels and collections, with several more on the way. The author has been a lifelong resident of warm and sunny southern California, a location that pops up frequently in his writing. At the moment, the author is looking for ways to reach new readers all over the world, in addition to pursuing his great love of writing and taking it to the next level.

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      Worst Case Scenario - Raymond Towers

      Worst Case Scenario

      Raymond Towers

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      Copyright 2017 Raymond Towers

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes: This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to your favorite ebook retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      Content Rating: All of the characters in this e-book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. This e-book contains a HIGH amount of controversial subject matter.

      About the cover: The cover image End Of World. It was produced by Ig0rzh and was acquired through Dreamstime.

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      Table Of Contents

      Worst Case Scenario

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      About The Author

      Author Website

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      Worst Case Scenario

      Chapter 1

      It was a time of Devils. Oh, it wasn’t so apparent at first, at least to those people who weren’t paying attention. Those people always went to their meaningless little jobs to collect their meaningless little paychecks, to pay their meaningless little bills. They always did their job! They always paid their bills! They always did what they were told! If... If only once those people had pulled their heads out of their ass, then maybe all of this wouldn’t have happened the way it did!

      Calm down. Charles said, mostly because he’d taken to saying things out loud. That was because there was no one around to talk to. Not anymore.

      He was in his studio apartment. The two windows had their curtains drawn. The only door was shut. Charles had to do it this way because it had become so bright outside it was becoming impossible to see, even with sunglasses. He stood before his sink, with his hands on the faux marble counter top. His eyes stared at his reflection in the large mirror mounted to the wall. Charles scanned the silicone at the base of the glass. He made a mental note that he would have to replace that decaying glue one day, although he had no idea of when he could do it. Maybe there was no usable glue left anywhere in the world.

      My name is Charles Foster. He said at his mirror image. Ever since people started to forget things, even important things, he’d made it a habit to remind himself of who he was. I was born in June of 1980. I am a Gemini. I am not a Taurus like the assholes at NASA kept trying to tell me. They can’t change history. NASA can’t change history!

      Charles caught himself before he really went on a tantrum. There was a time when people thought him a very patient man. That was before things changed. Everything had changed, however, and now Charles argued even with himself.

      He started talking again. I, uh, I am thirty-six years old. I was married for almost thirteen years in my old reality. I had four kids. He paused there for a few seconds, because it was hard for him to face up to what had happened to his life. In my old reality, I divorced my wife three years ago. In this new fucking place, I got divorced six years ago. My youngest son was never born here.

      A long moment passed, before Charles could push away the memory of his kids. His ex-wife had taken them to another fucking state. All the way to fucking Utah!

      I live in San Diego, California. Charles went on. I was... I worked in retail for a long time, before shit turned sour. After that, I took whatever job I could get. I was a taxi dispatcher at the airport. That was my last job. Before that I worked at the Marriot. I did odd jobs there, like directing traffic in the parking lot and telling people where the special events were. Mostly... Mostly I helped set up the tables and seating at special events. In a pinch I helped take luggage up to the guest rooms, but the regular bellmen didn’t like that very much because I got some of their tips. He sighed. Man, I miss the fucking free lunches at the hotel.

      The Marriot employed a staff of a couple hundred people, including a small host of full-time cooks. They didn’t have a big variety in the dishes they served to their fellow employees, but at least it was free. If you were careful about what you put on your plate, it could even be healthy. Charles remembered the salads he’d prepare with cheese crumbs, raisins and sunflower seeds, and the sides of steamed vegetables including carrots, corn and peas. Of course, occasionally he would stuff his mouth with fried chicken, hamburgers or pizza, like the fat-asses he worked with did. All of those fat-asses were probably dead now, he figured.

      Goddamn, I miss those free lunches. Charles reminisced.

      Because he didn’t earn that much money, and because the state was taking away so much in Child Support, he sometimes went to work a little early or left a little late. That was so he could eat twice instead of once, like he was supposed to.

      He wasn’t the only one doing this. The maids did this all the time until their supervisors would catch them. They’d get fired, only to be replaced by new maids a day or two later. A lot of people were desperate to keep their jobs, Charles recalled. They would do anything if they feared they might get dismissed. Anything.

      Not Charles. He didn’t give a shit if he got fired or not. He simply stopped caring about his life after the divorce, after his ex-wife had taken his kids up to Utah. That bitch had spread her legs for the first guy to wink at her. This bothered Charles a lot at first, because who knew what kind of man his ex was bringing into her new place, where his kids were living. That didn’t bother him too much anymore because he couldn’t do anything about it.

      What did irk him was that she’d gone up to Utah with four of his kids, but after the reality shift he only had three kids left. His youngest son had vanished, and so had the memory of him in the minds of everyone else. Even the pictures in his picture album were gone, replaced by different shots he’d never taken. Charles was the only person who still remembered the little boy. Inside his little apartment, he still had the toy cars, the coloring books and the crayons his son had once played with. Those weren’t gone, but his son’s pictures were. It didn’t make sense.

      Think about something else. Charles told his reflection, letting go another long sigh. I, uh, I didn’t get fired like the stupid maids. I could have, but I didn’t. One of the supers came in one day for a soft drink. He’d seen me in the lunchroom earlier, and he saw me in there a second time after work. The reason he didn’t bitch at me was because I did my job right. None of the other assholes did their job. They were always on their phones or slacking off, or stealing hotel supplies when nobody was looking.

      This sobered him up a little more. I was one of the idiots who did their jobs. But you know what? I used my brain! I didn’t sit in the lunchroom and soak up the garbage the TV news was shoving down our throats! I ate my food and I got the hell out of there! Let those other morons fall for the mainstream bullshit news, but not me!

      Charles wasn’t good at a lot of things, but he was good at doing simple tasks better than others, without having a boss looking over his shoulder all the time. If Charles was a super, undoubtedly he could do a better job than his boss, because his boss was a piece of shit with hair on top. That’s right, Charles could have done better than the man in charge of him. Hell, his boss couldn’t even interview new people who came in looking for jobs. Charles knew how to fucking interview! Other things he knew how to do were to connect the dots, to keep things organized and to keep things running smoothly. Those were the reasons he was still alive!

      I’m still alive. He comprehended. I’m still alive, when everybody else is dead.

      Later, Charles looked out a window. He couldn’t really see much from that angle, only the neighbor’s backyard with its dead tree, dead vines and dead grass. It was still early in the afternoon. The sun had a few hours to go before it wouldn’t scald his flesh anymore.

      He remembered back when he was at the hotel. Every once in a while, people would come in to film commercials or lectures or other special events. They would set up these big lights in front of whoever was talking. Those lights were too bright to look at for very long. That’s what things were like outdoors when he worked there.

      When Charles worked at the airport, it got even worse. People were wearing hats and shades all the time because of the glare. Even though the days were ranging from warm to hot, people would still wear long-sleeved clothes because the sun felt like a microwave. Then everybody started getting headaches, including Charles. It felt like he was being boiled alive, yet the news kept saying everything was okay and things were going to go back to normal in a couple of days. Those fuckers were blaming El Nino for the crazy weather. Nothing to see here, citizen, move along like always, and keep your mouth shut.

      That couple of days stretched out into a couple of weeks, and then it became months. People who hadn’t paid attention to the sun before were paying attention now that the rubber bumpers and tires on their cars started melting. You couldn’t even sit in a car for very long without being fried. People started to panic. When their civic leaders kept saying the same old lies, the public turned on their government. Finally, people were waking up, when it was too late.

      Not Charles, he didn’t wake up right at the very end, because he’d been connecting the dots for a long time by then. Ever since the electronic guidance systems had begun failing on airplanes, causing the planes to lose power mid-flight and tumble to the ground, he’d been connecting dots. There was some serious shit going on in the world, and nobody had the brains to figure that out!

      He had plenty of time to get things together. Basically, Charles stayed away from women ever since the divorce. At first, he simply didn’t want anything to do with the opposite sex. He especially abhorred women with kids, because it made him think of his own kids that were a goddamn thousand miles away from him. Later, when Charles started getting lonely, he didn’t have much spending money left after Child Support. He couldn’t even afford a girlfriend! Screw women, he thought, who the hell needs them? Nothing but trouble, that’s what they are!

      All Charles was really doing was going to work and staying at home the rest of the time. When he was at home, at least he had the Internet to keep him company. It didn’t take him too long to see that people were taking pictures of strange things in the sky, and hearing strange trumpet noises. The TV news sure wasn’t saying anything about that.

      He saw pictures of a fucking new solar system barging into theirs. People were taking pictures of fucking new planets and the news wasn’t saying anything about it! One planet was an ugly red bastard with two trails of rust, iron oxide supposedly, trailing from the sides like the Devil’s wings. The people, they pictured not one, but two blue planets. One had crazy stripes like Jupiter, while the second one had dimples all over like a golf ball. There was another planet that looked like a pitted olive, except it was colored a rough, muddy brown and had a huge black hole where the pit should have been.

      Those new planets were scary enough to scare the crap out of everybody else, but not Charles. He thought about that shit, connecting the crazy weather and the crazy way people were acting up to the appearance of those new planets. By then, it seemed as if people were killing each other right and left. People were killing kids; cops were killing civilians after pulling cars over for routine traffic stops. Everybody except for Charles was going insane.

      He heard something else, too. Some weird lightning strike had come down and killed something like three hundred reindeer all at once. The regular news said this was a one-time freak accident. The people studying the new planets said something else. Those were plasma discharges, they were saying, caused by the magnetic attraction between the new planets and Earth. They were pointing to ancient art as evidence that people a long time ago had seen those same kinds of discharges before. Charles had enough time on his hands that he looked up stuff on the Electric Universe Theory. He learned what Birkland Currents were. When another plasma discharge came down and devastated a village in Germany, he said, fuck it, I’m quitting my job and heading up to Utah where my kids are!

      The planes weren’t flying that often by then, so he thought he could take a train or a bus. Both of those were going to be expensive, but he really wasn’t planning on coming back. When he went to purchase a bus ticket, the clerk asked for his ID. Apparently, Charles was now on a No-Fly, No-Travel list. What the hell had he ever done to get banned from traveling?

      The Internet gave him the answer. The White House was citing recent terrorist attacks and urging people not to travel unless it was absolutely necessary. Of course those were lies, because that’s all the White House ever did was lie! If he still had a car, maybe Charles would have driven to Utah, but DHS guys were sitting at interstate checkpoints telling people they had to stay in their zones. Those were the FEMA disaster zones from the early 1970s, being enforced fifty fucking years later! Meanwhile, the Russians were putting millions and millions of people into underground bunkers, while the United States was letting their citizens roast under a microwave sun!

      How does a guy survive in the city? That’s what Charles spent his time thinking, since he didn’t even have a job to go to anymore. He would need food, first of all. Since he was already eating mostly out of cans and boxes, he simply purchased a little more than usual and went to the store more often. He paid with cash so nobody could keep track of how he was stocking up, since the government said only terrorists kept an emergency supply of food around. That really made sense, but the gullible sheeple went along with it. Next, Charles had to have some water. That meant going around and scavenging empty milk gallons out of people’s trash bins on trash day. He washed the plastic gallons out with hot water and filled them up from the sink.

      His apartment was one room in a three-bedroom house, cut off from the rest of the home. Nobody ever came into his room, really, except for a work buddy now and then, but that had all stopped after he left his last job. Still, some government snoop might get in there and see how a quarter of his room was filled up with extra food and water and make a stink out of that. The house Charles lived in was an old house with a crawlspace under it. It was about three feet high. One evening he went down there and put all his extra supplies in it. Maybe the snoops would find it and maybe not. If it were just some regular jerk from the street, Charles didn’t expect they’d be smart enough to look down there for his stash.

      All these goddamned preppers were talking about how the electric grid was going down. When had the grid ever gone down? What Charles did know was that his computer was acting up, as if it was about to shut off on him sometimes. When the ceiling light started doing the same thing, that’s when Charles started paying closer attention to this grid problem after all.

      No electricity meant no fridge, no Internet and no cooling fan on hot days. His hot plate wouldn’t work either. Fine, Charles thought. He could rough it and live without those things if he had to. Military food, that’s what he needed. Those little packets that came complete with an entire meal inside of them. Unfortunately, those jerks at the army surplus place had already raised the prices on their MREs to where he couldn’t afford them anymore. He went back to the local grocery store for beans, rice and peanut butter, along with small boxes of cereal, granola bars and power drinks. A lot of that went into the crawlspace too. That’s when he ran out of money. That’s when the big reality shift happened.

      Oh, the shift didn’t happen all at once. People were paying attention to weird shit going on for years by then. A lot of little shifts were taking place before the big one came around. The names of books, movies and products started changing. The dialogue in movies was different; people’s favorite lines that they knew by heart were no longer the way they remembered them or were missing altogether. A lot of people, people that actually used their brains, saw the changes, but there were so many deniers around that the affected bunch mostly kept their mouth shut. The changes became more pronounced. The words in the Bible changed. Famous artwork changed. People who should have been dead were still alive. Buildings started popping up where empty lots had been before. Empty lots were now found that were once factories or stores that people would swear were there before, because they worked in some of those places!

      The people doing the research were getting hit hard by Internet trolls, but they were finding residual evidence to prove that things were really happening. Like the fucking statue by Rodin, named the Thinker. That son of a bitch statue was a pose of a naked man thinking, with his right hand up to his forehead. In the new reality, the statue’s right hand was placed under the chin. The pictures all showed the statue in the new pose, going back years and years. But wait a minute! The art magazines described the statue in the old pose, and when people posed to mimic the statue, they always put their right hand up to their forehead. Charles thought, that’s some weird shit, isn’t it? How can somebody mimic the pose on that fucking statue, with the fucking statue right in front of them, and make the pose wrong?

      A lot of little shifts were going on, as if somebody was reprogramming reality. This shocked the Deniers out of their little cubbyholes. People were already fighting against the government and against each other for the stupidest reasons. Now they were fighting against people in their own families. Everybody had an explanation for why things were changing. CERN was doing it, the New World Order was doing it, God was doing it, the Devil was doing it. None of those reactions could be trusted, because all of those people had come in late to the fucking party.

      What were the researchers saying about all this? That’s what Charles wanted to know. Those were the guys logging in five hundred examples of Mandela Effect, when the useless eaters were still talking about the Luke line and Sex In The City. Those were the guys doing the work when everybody else was trolling their websites and their video pages. They said it had something to do with electromagneticism and electricity. They said the electricity in the human brain had been short-circuited in a way that couldn’t be understood yet. They said things weren’t physically changing, but the perception of things changing was. Reality was a fucking sine wave!

      That didn’t make any sense for Charles, so he hid in his studio apartment and did his own research. He learned that time wasn’t as solid as he thought it was. Time changed depending on how fast or how slow somebody moved. Time and Light were the same, as far as the math went. If the one could be manipulated, then so could the other. There was one weird thing that puzzled astronomers and physicists. It had to do with solar eclipses. Whenever the moon completely blocked the sun, the stars around both heavenly objects looked to stretch out or bend. The consensus was that the sun’s magnetism was strong enough to bend the light around it, but this was only seen when the moon got in the way during an eclipse.

      Charles had been looking at the stars a lot by then. People were pointing out how the sun was rising too far to the south, and how the astronomical charts were out of whack with what could be seen in the night sky. People were saying that Earth was no longer on the outer Sagittarius arm of the Milky Way galaxy, like he’d learned in highs school, but somewhere in the middle Orion arm now. How the hell do you prove something like that? And if you can prove it, what are we supposed to do about it?

      Stay on target. Charles said, leaving his upholstered chair for the other chair sitting across his little room. He had to remind his own brain to stay focused, or else all sorts of random shit would start clouding up his head.

      People were saying that the constellations changed, so he would go out there at night trying to see past the city lights to prove this for himself. There was a constellation to the southwest that looked like a sideways chevron at first, and like a skinny standing pyramid later. Then one of the corners started moving around when the rest of the constellation stayed still. Charles refused to believe that the Earth had moved to another place in the galaxy, until NASA started making all sorts of new announcements. They just found a nearby giant planet, NASA said, and a new layer of plasma around Earth, and a new moon no one had ever seen before, and all these other new stars and all these other new planets. How come they hadn’t seen these things before? They were using the same telescopes and the same space satellites, weren’t they? They were using the same technology as always, yet here were all these new things that just showed up out of nowhere.

      You have three kids to take care of! His ex-wife had scolded him back then, because he was no longer working. She’d called all the way from Utah. You need to find yourself a job right away!

      Three kids, Charles thought bitterly. At first, he thought his ex-wife was trying to make him mad, and she really succeeded. Later, he thought she’d gone crazy. Then he talked to his oldest daughter, whom he felt he could still trust, since his ex-wife had been trying to turn his kids against him ever since the divorce. There are only three of us, his daughter said to him. She thought her father had gone mental.

      After the call, Charles went to the fridge. Sitting on top of that he had two pictures of his four children. He had them facing away because he got depressed whenever he looked at them. Charles hadn’t seen the images in months, only the backs of the frames. Now he turned those pictures around, expecting to see the same four smiling faces he’d always seen. The first picture was the same as he remembered. Three of his kids out in the snow somewhere in Utah, playing around a snowman they’d just made. The last picture was supposed to show only his youngest son, lying there on the snow with a tiny snowman he’d built for himself. Instead of his youngest son, he now had an old picture of his ex-wife.

      When the hell had he put a picture of his fucking ex-wife on the fridge? When the hell had he even framed the fucking thing? Charles was so mad he threw the picture against the wall and smashed its glass all over. He thought somebody had broken into his house and replaced the picture, because that was the simplest way his rational mind could explain it. That’s when he tore into his boxes of old crap and pulled out his family picture album. Ever since the divorce Charles refused to look at his old pictures, but now that he did he saw that his youngest son wasn’t in any of them. The pages weren’t empty, but there were other pictures there that didn’t include his son! There were pictures in his album that he didn’t remember taking, but it had to be him because it was the same camera and the rest of his family was in the shot!

      Charles remembered the constellation to the southwest and how that had changed. He remembered how the stars looked different now. It was hard to tell because of all the shit the planes kept spraying in the sky, but a lot of people all over the world were saying that starlight looked different to them. Not everybody saw the same thing, however, making it hard to quantify for the astronomers and astrophysicists out there trying to put the puzzle together. To Charles’ eyes, it looked like the starlight was stretched out into a tiny arc, like somebody was pulling at one end of the stars with tweezers.

      Charles went out to the park that night, hearing a lot of police choppers and sirens out there in his part of the city. The cars were still driving by with their rap music, and the kids were still playing in the lighted playground. He lay down on top of a park bench and stared up at the night sky, seeing that all of the stars had their light pulled in one certain direction. Nobody was paying attention to that except him. Nobody cared that the world was going to shit right before their eyes.

      He thought about Nibiru. The amateur crowd was saying the Nibiru system was near Saturn, while NASA was saying a new planet might be seen between Neptune and Pluto. Charles knew whose research he trusted the most, and it certainly wasn’t the liars at Never A Straight Answer. He lay there and saw how the starlight was being pulled in one direction, and he wondered if the Nibiru star could do that. That was similar to how the sun pulled starlight during full eclipses. He contemplated if Nibiru could be pulling at people’s heads, at their memories, in the same way an incoming star could pull at the glow from other stars. What was it the physicists had said? If enough magnetism was applied, starlight could be bent, and if it could be bent, it could also be compressed. And Light and Time were basically the same, as far as the math went. So, if enough magnetism were applied to Time, it could also be bent and compressed.

      Fucking Mandela Effect, Charles thought. All the crazy weather, all those animals dying off, all the people going crazy on Earth, all of that was being caused by changes in electricity and magnetism. The dumb-shits were saying that a planet out in space couldn’t affect them here on Earth, but that’s why they were dumb-shits and not scientists. All you had to do was study the sun and moon for a little while, and how they affected Earth, to see that things in space also affected people.

      The Deniers were still in denial. If Nibiru was up there, the governments of the world would have told us by now. Charles felt like screaming and tearing his hair out. When in the hell did the governments give people any kind of full disclosure? Never! What they did was to release redacted documents, which were a little less redacted every time, until after years and years the full document was available to the public. More or less, every first-world government did things this way. They were doing the same thing with alien and UFO disclosure and with information about Nibiru. The dumb-shits couldn’t be bothered to string together five or six news articles and connect the dots, because they were drooling over half-naked celebrities and chasing cartoon characters on their cell phones. The truth was right there in front of their faces, but they wouldn’t see it unless a politician put it up on a billboard with bells and whistles and bright lights all over it.

      Oh, but those dumb sons of bitches got a good wake up call, didn’t they, when the big shift came around? All of a sudden a third of the world didn’t work at the same place they’d worked only the day before. Spouses changed, children were missing, cars were different, the clothes in the closet had changed, TV shows changed, everything changed overnight. Land masses had moved and reshaped themselves, like South America turning into Southeast America. Human anatomy was not what it used to be, with the heart in the center of the chest and not on the left side like it was before. Pledge your allegiance to that, asshole! The human skull was redesigned with its bigger jaw, and bone behind the eyeballs and new holes right underneath the ears.

      Everything changed, and the world went crazy.

      Electricity was coming and going, getting worse

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