“For everyone's safety, bunker dispersal is extended for 6 hours. More tests are needed above ground for excess radiation.” A loudspeaker fills the bunker with its booming robotic voice
“Bullshit”
October 19th, 2025, 8:00 am
A man and his family were the last ones to enter the safety of the Buffalo, New York bunker. They had planned on leaving much earlier, but when you have two young children nothing goes according to plan. Making the final turn into their suburban neighborhood one word passes through the two parents' minds “Finally”. As they drive into the driveway of their home, the father is careful to make the parking as soft and quiet as possible to not wake his kids. The car stops with a subtle squeak of the breaks, the mother looks back at the kids, still sound asleep.
They both look at each other and smile, getting out of the car each one unbuckles and picks up a child. Both are still sound asleep, all the excitement of the past 20 hours has worn them out. Walking up to their house, it looks like a stereotypical icon of middle-class living. Perfectly preserved and updated 19th-century home just off the border with Canada. Having everything parents of two could ask for. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a basement.
Upon unlocking the front door, with his daughter still in his arms asleep. Open the door, the windows covered with blankets just in case they break because of The Storm. Thankfully so far nothing seems broken. Both Parents walk upstairs and put their children to bed. Walking downstairs not saying a word to not wake the sleeping kids. The father gestures over to start taking the blankets off the windows to let light in.
The final touches of the living room are complete, both parents are satisfied that the room doesn't look like a Tasmanian Devil came in and tore up the place, they decide to go and make breakfast.
“Still don’t understand why we had to stay in the shelter for so long, I don’t buy the “radiation” nonsense,” the father says as he grabs eggs from the fridge.
“Now John, they are the professionals. What they said goes. I mean, it’s better to be sure than sending people outside and getting radiation sickness or something.” “I mean, do you want Sally to grow another arm? She is Six and already a handful with two,” the mother points out, heating a pan on the gas stove.
Handing her the eggs and bacon, “You’re probably right Susan, I still have imprints from George holding on to me when the actual Storm hit, he was shaking like a leaf.” John says, giving a little chuckle.
“I saw that. Sally was surprisingly calm, I think I heard her whispering the “Wheels on the Bus” song to herself, I started to go along with her and it calmed my nerves surprisingly.” “Wanna turn the TV on and see what the news is saying? It’s a little past eight o’clock”
“Sure, didn't they say the news channels were the first to cover the aftermath?” He questions
“I believe so, yes. We might as well see what they have to say” Susan says. John kisses his wife on the cheek and goes to find the kitchen TV remote, which is in the junk drawer. Pointing it to the wall-mounted TV and pressing the power. Changing the channel to “Buffalo Channel 7 News” which was just starting
8:25 am
“Good Morning Buffalo!” The TV bursts out at almost full volume. John frantically turns it down so as to not wake up the kids. A man and woman anchor show up on the screen. “I’m Jim” “And I’m Jennifer and this is Channel 7 for Buffalo”
The camera pans over to the anchorman, he's wearing a black suit and tie combo. He has his iconic million-dollar smile showing his bright white teeth. “If you are seeing this now, that means that you were one of the first lucky few residents of Buffalo to get out of the shelter and beat the traffic, and I have to say ‘Congrats’.”
John, looking up at the TV screen sipping his coffee, was not too impressed with the remark “Jackass”
“Language” Susan gives him a gentle jab, “George and Sally will hear you”
“Sorry”
The camera pans over to the Anchorwoman, clearly not too impressed with the remark but has to remain professional “Yes, our on-the-ground reporters will take it from here” The picture changes to a scene of a reporter on the side of a major road. “Can you hear us, Audry?”
There is a small delay before the reporter replies “I can hear you loud and clear Jennifer!” She has to speak up with the cars passing by slowly. “We are here on Humboldt Parkway right next to the Main Street bridge that crosses over Scajaquada Expressway!” “As you can see!” The camera pans to the main roads, it’s hectic. “There is bumper-to-bumper traffic going both ways, it is at a standstill! Reports of multiple accidents on the roads! Police are working very much overtime here Jennifer! No reports of any fatalities so far! We have been getting a few reports of loved ones not being able to get in contact with relatives who live just beyond the Canadian-American border, but we believe that it is very likely because of The Storm!” The camera pans up toward the sky, news choppers fly overhead. Like bees.
“It looks like Richard was given the go-ahead to report live from the sky, and word from his end?” The screen switches back to the newsroom. “We are just about to switch over to him now. Thank you so much Audry” the anchorman says. “You too, we will be here to report on any further development!” The on-site reporter finishes before getting cut off and returns to the newsroom.
There was a bit of a pause for a few seconds and the anchors talked amongst themselves, making a few dumb jokes that John Misses. He looks over to his wife. “I guess it was a good thing that we were the last ones to the shelter, last ones in and first ones out. We got to miss that shit show.” John says, jabbing a thumb at the TV.
“Yes, but It still took us, what? An hour to get home? At least the kids were asleep by the time we got home.” Susan says, cracking a few eggs. “How do you want your eggs?” “Sunnyside please,” John says, turning back to the TV just in time for the picture to change, sipping on coffee.
The anchorman finished his corny jokes and turned to the camera, “We now go to our eye in the sky. Richard, can you hear us at all?” The screen changed to a birds-eye view of the roads down below, the bottom header saying “Bumper to bumper for miles”
“I can hear you loud and clear Jim, as you can see the traffic just goes on for miles, heading away from the shelter” The camera pans along the roads “There seem to be multiple accidents moved to the sides of the major roads so traffic can keep moving, but it is not doing much.” The camera begins to pan a bit eastward. “As you can see it just stretches. I have never seen this many cars on the road before”
Inside the helicopter, Richard looks west over towards the American-Canadian border for more to cover. “And towards the border, we should be seeing the same situa-...” he stops mid-sentence. The pause from the reporter is defining. Just the helicopter camera and the city view, panning as it hovers.
“Richard?” The anchorman says confused.
“Everything alright up there?” “Richard?” The anchorwoman, now sounding concerned for her colleague. The silence lasts a little longer until Richards' voice comes back over.
“James, turn the camera towards the border. Now!” the reporter yells to someone in the helicopter with him. The camera quickly pans over towards the Canadian-American border.
“Hey Susan, come take a look at this,” John tells his wife, who just finished up the eggs. “What is it dear?” she asks as she turns off the stove and walks over to him. She starts to take in the TV images.
The report starts to describe his view “Umm, sorry. I don’t know what I’m seeing up here. Normally where the old Fort Erie is now just forest. Yes, it’s just forest.”
“Richard, that does not make any sense.” The anchorman chimes in, the annoyance in his voice is very noticeable, clearly feeling like he’s being made a fool
“Fly us over James.” “I don’t care if it’s illegal! Just do it!” The camera starts to move over the border and into Canada. Except, nothing is there. All the buildings, roads, shops, and everything else are now just. Forest. The scene is just an endless forest as far as the camera can show.
John drops his cup of coffee, smashing it onto the ground. Upstairs, hearing the commotion and then the breaking of the coffee cup, John and Susan's two kids are awoken and slowly make their way down the stairs. Sleep still in their eyes, tired and drowsy. Feeling as if they could sleep until Christmas. Finally make their way to the kitchen entrance rubbing their eyes. “Mommy? Daddy? What’s going on? The older one says, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her little brother was right next to her, clutching a teddy bear.
Susan quickly goes into mother mode “Don’t worry sweethearts. Everything is going to be fine. Come here.” George quickly runs over to her being picked up. Susan gestures for Sally to go to her father, still watching the TV. He picks her up and comforts her.
More information comes out of the TV. “We have more reports coming in from other stations now, please bear with us folks.” The anchorwoman says just as she's being handed papers. “We are now getting multiple reports of the same scene from other Canadian and American border states. With what looks like just an endless forest.”
John, needing to see with his own eyes, “Sally, I need you to stay here with mommy and your brother, Ok? I need you to be a big girl.” “I will be right back, I need to see if grandma and grandpa are alright” Sally looking up to her father nods in understanding.
Looking over at her husband, “Be careful dear.”
“I will Susan” John says, giving her and George a kiss on the cheek.
During the 2016 Presidential year, John's parents decided to retire north in Canada to escape it all. They moved right next to Peace Bridge to be close enough to visit every other weekend. During the preparations for The Storm, John and his dad set up telescoping shacks. Including a light signal to do Morse code to each other in case communications go out for a while.
John makes his way from the kitchen to the backyard of their home. The wooden telescoping shake was lifted to have a better viewpoint on the Canadian side of the border. Wooden stairs make their way into the main structure. A red wooden door was found in a junkyard and used for the entrance, Sally was the one who picked it out. John opens the door and steps inside.
The room was nothing special, the walls were bare wood with wire sockets on three of the 4 sides. On the wall facing the border, a massive window was installed to use the equipment. A large LED spotting lamp was added with a function to use More Code. A large telescope and an Amature Radio set were also on the desk as well in case of emergencies. It was his father's one that he bought during the Cold War.
John peers through the telescope to see if the news report is true. They were right. Forest. A wall of thick green forest is the only thing he sees. Not a house, a shop, a school, or even a damned road to be seen. His parents' house should be right in front of his eyes, but it wasn't. Just fucking trees.
In a last-ditch effort of hope, he tries to signal his father. Who at this time should have been in his shack right now. “-.. .- -.. --..-- / .- .-. . / -.-- --- ..- / - .... . .-. . ..--..” [Dad, Are you there?] Nothing. He tries it again, more slowly. Still nothing. They're gone, he thinks. Head in his hands trying his best not to cry, but the tears slowly start to fall from his eyes. One. Then two. Then three.
“John! You better come see this!” Susan yells for him inside the house. He wipes away his tears, not for him but for his family's sake. He must be strong for them. He runs out of the shack, down the stairs, and into the house. Susan and the kids are no longer in the kitchen/dining room. Hearing the living room TV on that is where he goes. Susan, Sally, and baby George were all sitting in front of the TV. Susan had Sally in her lap, and George was right next to them playing with his teddy bear not having a care in the world.
He comes over to them and picks up George still playing with his bear. Placing him on his lap while Sally is on her mother's. On the couch, they watch the breaking news on the TV.
“MSNBC BREAKING NEWS” 8:55 am
“Good Morning America, My name is Andrea Mitchell.” “I am reporting Live from outside the White House, as President Seth Mckinney is about to address the nation.” Underneath the reporter, multiple headlines pass by. “No word of affiliate stations in the following countries: Canada, Mexico, United Kingdom, France, Germany, Spain, South Korea, Japan, Australia” the list goes on. The Audio cuts back to the reporter. “The address to the Nation will be going over every Television network, every radio station.”
9:00 am
She pushes on her ear to listen to something, “We are now changing to the President of the United States”
Mexican-American Border, New Mexico 8:00 am
The Chihuahuan Desert, New Mexico is a barren mostly uninhabitable wasteland with the only life being a handful of creatures, including daring humans. The daring among them, normal people would call them “Crazy” for wanting to live in such a hospitable environment. These few not believing in words of authority, upon hearing about The Storm, and Bunkers decided to take it upon themselves to build their very own away from civilization.
The desert seems vast and endless, a perfect spot for a handmade bunker. One such bunker sits just a few miles from the border. An old outhouse sits there, worn from the dry sun and freezing nights. An old farmer’s Ford truck accompanies it, hastily parked.
The silence of the desert is suddenly filled with sounds of hydraulics and gears. A metal panel covered in sand lifts, shaklee. The crude hydraulic system struggling to lift it. Revealing stairs leading into the earth. With thumps of feet, an old man with long white bears and a shotgun comes out, slowly. Pointing the gun in every direction.
“HA!” he says in triumph “I knew the damneded government was liein about that stoopid Storm”
The old man takes off his hat revealing what is left of white hair, whipping sweat. “Martha! Get yer ass up here and take a lookie!” His wife, a skinny old woman comes stomping up after him “Alright, so you were right all along, can we go home now!”
“Don’t worry my love” he gives her a toothy smile “I have one more thing I want to see before that” “Get in Bessy!”
His wife, visibly angry with him “Fine, but I still think we should have gone into the shelters with everyone else” “Those earth shakes still making me shake a few”
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Not hearing his wife's remarks, he goes over to his truck and starts it. Giving it a few honks to make his wife move. “Am coming, am coming” she says walking over to the truck and getting in” They begin to drive off-road, southwest for a long while. Marth, now confused as to why they haven't gone back home. “Where are we going again?”
Her husband “I want to see how the border wall held up”
Now visibly angry with her bonehead husband “Are you kidding me? Good Lord! You couldn’t do this later?”
“I want to see how it held up is all. Is that so hard?” Giving her a toothy smile. Still angry with her husband, and in the end nothing she could do. He was driving. A short while later the old couple make it to the border wall. It was a sight to behold. In surprise, he slammed on the brakes, stepping out onto the hot sand in astonishment. “My god.”
Where was once a tall wall of steel, was now a steaming bent-over mess of metal. Red hot. So hot you could see the heat shimmer off the metal beams, distorting the view on the other side. Cautiously, the old man walks over for a closer look.
“Be careful, please Ernest!” His wife yells at him from the truck. Still looking at the heap of metal, he waves a hand in understanding. Getting closer to the coolest and widest part, he hops over to the other side of the Wall. It's still desert, except for a hot purple glowing ditch in the earth. He estimated it to be 2 feet wide, but he was unable to tell how far it went down because of the smoke. It seemed to go on for miles, East to West, slowly curving.
Ernest jumps back over the wall, almost losing his footing, and rushes his wife to get back in the truck. He starts the truck, kicking sand and first in the air as he speeds off to the nearest town.
“What is it? Ernest? What did you see?” Martha questioned him.
Ernest, Still paying attention to the road, describes the purple ditch in the sand, stretching for what seemed like miles and miles. “Good god,” she says to him. Facing back front, without a second thought she turned on and adjusted the radio to the nearest news station.
“Ladies and gentlemen who are now toning in, we are about to go live at the White House in Washington, D.C. Where the President is about to address the nation over the recent news coming in. To recap, All over border states, the same thing is being said, to the Canadian-American border it seems that the country of Canada is gone. And reports are coming in from the southern border states on the Mexican-American border with the same kind of news, The Country of Mexico is gone” There was some whispering coming through the speakers, “We are now going to broadcast the President's address to the Nation”
Washington, D.C. 8:20 am, 40 minutes to National Address
The military has been called to keep D.C. under control and in order. The Capital was in complete chaos as more and more reports came in from news stations around the country. Senators running to and from offices and chambers trying to get a handle on things. Over the last few years, the political landscape of the United States has changed drastically.
Both the House and Senate are Democratic Majority, ever since the fracturing and splitting of the Republican Party in Early 2022 has allowed the Democratic Party to have major wins in the Midterm Elections. And path the road to the landslide win in the 2024 US Election.
From the fracturing and splitting of the Republican Party, the Bull-Moose Party was formed with the framework of the Original party that Theodore Roosevelt formed in 1912 and incorporated a more Progressive-Conservative approach. The notable reasoning for this split is that former President Donald Trump was imprisoned for his involvement in the riots of January 6th, being charged with treason and disqualified from running. Was given 25+ years in federal prison with no parole. This was many republican congresspersons' final straw, and they decided to leave the party and for the Bull-Moose Party.
After these shocking events, the Republican Party is now a shell of its former self. Having its reputation tarnished, it is now fully controlled by a handful of Far-right extreme senators. Who only have a small amount of power and a handful of states in their political control.
Each party leader is in conversation with their respective house and senate leaders. Senate Majority Leader Chuck Schumer and House Majority Leader Hakeem Jeffries, both convening in Schumer's office, finish going over how to keep Congress from going into a deadlock. The desk phone rings.
Looking at the number on the phone, the Senate leader instantly recognizes the number and answers the phone. “Hello? Chuck Schumer speaking” The person on the other side has a feminine voice. “This is the White House, Please Hold for the President”. This was a subtle click then a wait, looking up at the House leader he puts the phone on speaker for him to join the conversation.
This is another click and a male voice comes through the phone speaker, “Chuck? It’s Seth. I wanted to call you personally. How’s it over there?”
“Well, Mister President. It’s chaos here at the moment, everyone is still trying to figure out what the hell happened. Jefferies is here with me now, you are on speaker sir.”
“Oh fantastic, I was planning on calling you next Hakeem. I’ll cut to the chase, I need both of you here at the White House in 30 minutes, I already have the Vice-President rounding up both the House and Senate Minority leaders of the GOP and Bull-Moose as we speak, we need to have a meeting to deal with the crisis”
The congressman, happy that the ball was moving in some direction “We were just discussing the same thing, sir, we-” Before he could finish speaking there was a knock on the office door. He tells the person on the other side to come. It's the Vice-President. Schumer standing to greet her “Madam Vice-President” Jeffries does the same.
Vice-President Lilly “I presume you know why I’m here?”
The president chimes in from the desk phone speaker “I was just telling them now Lilly, I presume you have the other four leaders?”
Both House and Senate Leaders looked behind the Vice-President, the four party leaders were standing in a little group. To the left was Mitt Romney, Senate Minority leader, and Liz Cheney, House Minority leader of the Bull-Moose Party. And to the right was Ted Cruz, Senate Minority leader, and Marjorie Taylor Greene, House Minority leader of the GOP. “Yes sir, they are outside waiting now.”
“Fantastic! I will see you all here soon!”
Click
The White House 8:25 am, 35 minutes to National Address
The subtle click of the plastic phone was the only sound in the Oval Office, just Seth, the desk, and other furniture. Taking a deep breath and rubbing his eyes, Seth pushes back from the Resolute Desk to stand and stretch. He’s still getting used to his new leather chair, a reproduction of the one JFK used. He just got it a few weeks before The Storm.
He slides his fingers over the desk, walking over to the window only to see the Secret Service patrolling the perimeter. Some military vehicles are parked for extra security. At least it is a sunny morning. Knock Knock
Looking over to the door “Come in”
The door opens, and his aide, John Malkovoy comes in. “Sir, the camera crew is ready to set everything up.”
“Alright send them in. Also, is the speech done?”
“Yes sir, I have it with me,” John says walking in holding papers that could only be said speech. John ushers the camera crew in to start setting up for the broadcast. Moving the big furniture to make room for the equipment, they have to push it to the side, stacking the smaller pieces as there is no time to take it out of the office.
Walking over to his aid, “So? How does it look?” questioning him.
“It looks great sir, encouraging, hopeful, informative, and straight to the point.”
“Good Good. And everyone else? How are they holding up?”
“Everyone's doing alright, Jen cried in her office for a few, but she picked herself back up and got to work.” Remembering something “Also The House and Senate Majority and Minority leaders are on their way with the Vice-President, I just got the word right before they left.”
“That's good to hear John.” Seth put his hand in front of him “The speech?”
John, taking a second for his brain to catch up “Oh Yes Sir, forgive me.” he hands him the speech.
“It’s fine,” Seth says thinking. He’s a good kid, a little slow, but still good. Seth thinks as he looks over the speech. “Give me some time to memorize it. Also have the members of Congress meet in the Cabinet Room, as well as the Joint Chiefs of Staff and the rest of the cabinet, set up a TV in there so they can watch the speech as well. Once I am done I will join them there. I'll leave everything else to you. I will be in the President's Room, come get me 15 minutes beforehand.”
“Yes Sir”
“John, Thank You,” He says to John, the aide nods his head and turns around to perform his duties. Seth walks by the camera crew setting things up, speech in hand. He opens a door to the president's room. Originally used as a separate dining room, when coming into the office, Seth wanted a place to sit and relax for a few minutes. To ease his nerves. The room was housed in a few soft comfortable chairs, a big dark chenille green sofa up against the wall, and a large oak coffee table in the middle of 2 couches. Side tables on each side of said couches and sofa.
Seth walks over and sits in one of the big brown soft reading chairs in the corner, which has a lamp on it and a phone in case he needs anything. Sitting down and turning on the light, he starts to read the speech, muttering the words to himself. Hours before he mentioned he wanted to write some fast-action executive order to get ahead of the chaos that will most likely plague the Nation for some time. Many will not like what he has to do. Few of the orders will be mentioned in the speech.
Time passes, and Seth has read the speech front to back multiple times. Before he started to read it again there was a knock on the door.
Looking up from the speech to the door “Come”
The door opens and John walks in “We are 15 minutes from going live Sir”
“Good, could you get Victoria to come here, please? I need to ask her something about this speech. I want her opinion on something”
“Yes Sir, Right away” John turns around to go and get the Speechwriter. A few minutes go by when there's another knock on the door. “Come in”
The door opens and Victoria walks in, she's wearing black dress pants, a white button-up, and a navy blue blazer with black flats. She seems a little confused. “You wanted to see me, Sir?”
“Yes please, have a seat. Just wanted to talk about the speech for a minute before we go on the air”. He gestures to one of the chairs. She takes the offer. “It’s good, I just wanted to ask about the ending bit here” He points showing her, reading it off, “Thank you, and let us move forward together with courage and resolve”
Looking from the point of the speech and back to him, “What’s wrong with it?”
Seth needs to explain a bit more. “I think it doesn't get the message through as to how serious the situation is. I believe to get the severity across it would be a good idea to have it end in a way I don’t normally end my speeches. Do you understand?”
“I think so Sir, I mean I thought about putting “God bless you and may god bless the United States of America,” But then I remembered throughout the campaign you stated that you were not a religious man. That's why I didn't add it in.”
“Yes I remember, but I think it would be a good idea to add something along the lines of that in, to show the seriousness of the situation we are in. To get it across” He gestured with his hands with a bounding crossing motion, like crossing a line.
Victoria takes a moment to ponder what he means, “I see what you mean. Want me to write it in?” He hands her the paper, she takes a pen crosses the old final sentence out, and replaces it with a new sentence. “There. How does that look?” She hands the speech back to him, he rereads the final bit with the added change.
“Looks good Victoria” looking up from the speech.
“Is there anything else Sir?” She asks as she gets up from the chair.
Looking up at her “No, thank you.” She gives a little nod and makes her way out the door. Looking down at his watch, 5 minutes to the address. Quickly looking over the speech once more with the changes, he makes his way back to the Oval Office.
Upon opening the door, the once-active room fell silent when he walked in. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything?” There was a little chuckle from a few of the people. Seth makes his way to the Resolute Desk and makes himself comfortable. Speech now in front of him. John walks over to him “Sir, the Congress members are in the Cabinet Room.”
“Thank You, John. I presume the TV is in there as well?” looking over to the aid.
“Yes Sir”
“Good”
The aid walks away as the camera crew is done setting up.
The man behind the camera, “Alright everyone we are on the air in.” He gestures with his fingers. He gestures with his fingers “5, 4, 3, 2” And mouths One, and a light goes on the Camera.
Millions of Americans sit in front of the TV, their phones, Radios, or any other device that can play the speech from the President. Waiting in anticipation for what he has to say.
“My fellow Americans, Today October 19th, 2025 was supposed to be a celebration. Not just an American celebration, but a worldwide celebration. Of our species surviving an extinction-level event. One that would have changed the fabric of our society and the course of our future. Sadly as many of you know, that does not seem to be the case.
As to what I am speaking of for those who still do not understand. On our borders with our northern and southern neighbors, something extraordinary has happened. On our northern border, which once was homed to Canada, the cities, towns, roads, and parks. There are now mountains, forests, grasslands, arctic tundras, and many more. Our southern border is showing the same thing. Mexico, where the same kind of cities and towns, now sit deserts, rainforests, mountains, and barren coastlines untouched by humanity.
Moreover, with extensive time and research from our satellites overhead, this government believes one thing, we are no longer on Earth. Looking extensively at photos taken by said satellites has shown that the areas of Central America, and the Caribbean have also been affected. The island state of Hawaii and the Territory of Puerto Rico are still with us.
Hawaii has been moved to less than 50 miles off the coast of California. And as we speak we are in contact with the Governor of Puerto Rico and Hawaii to get them anything they need. Our overseas territories have now been moved to various areas along both the Pacific coast and the Atlantic coast, and we are now trying our very best to get in contact with them via satellite. To the reason why we and these landmasses have been brought to this strange world. We do not know, and we may not know for a time.
I promised you when I took the office of the presidency to be as full, transparent, and truthful; Let me be absolutely clear: as of right now, we are cut off from home. But that does not mean we are alone here, later this evening we will be releasing orbital photographs and basic maps on the official government website. To the east of us sits 2 continents, for now, we will be designating them the following: Alpha will be the closest continent and Bravo will be the farthest away from North America. These names will stay until we know the official names of the 2 continents from those who call them home.
In response to this unprecedented situation, the Vice-President, the Secretary of Defence, the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and I have decided to raise our national defense posture from DEFCON 3 to DEFCON 2. Effective immediately, all military leave is canceled, and all service members of the United States Armed Forces are ordered to report to their nearest base for further instructions.
To address this crisis, I will be signing several executive orders, including the following:
1. All landmasses that were once the nations of Canada, Mexico, Central America, and the Caribbean are now under U.S. protection. These areas shall be designated as U.S. territories until further notice.
2. Expeditions into these territories will begin promptly to locate critical resources.
3. The Stafford Act will be put in place, and FEMA and the Red Cross will be put into full effect.
4. All non-essential government services will be temporarily suspended.
Later today I will be discussing with the Heads of both the House and Senate Parties how to apply for these orders precisely.
I strongly advise businesses to adopt a work-from-home policy, this will work under the Defense Production Act until we can acquire the resources lost from imports. Furthermore, the federal and state governments will convene with the Department of Labor, and the Department of Transportation on how to maneuver this great obstacle ahead of us.
If you are a business that cannot do a work-from-home policy, we ask you to please get in contact with the DOT, or do vehicle sharing between employees.
In preparation for The Storm doing far greater damage, each major city bunker has a minimum of 6 months' worth of supplies. State governments are here advised to ration those supplies out for a time until they can be replaced. With this in mind, all non-essential manufacturing is hereby suspended under the Defense Production Act. As well as the Stafford and National Emergencies Act to coordinate in repurposing industries to manufacture essential goods for the time being. More information will be released on the official government website.
My fellow citizens, I know many of you are feeling a mix of confusion, fear, and perhaps even loss in light of these events. We are in uncharted territory, but we are not without strength, and we are not without each other. We have faced extraordinary challenges before, and together we have always found a way forward.
To every American, I ask you to remain steadfast. Trust in your leaders, look out for one another, and remember that, as always, we are stronger together. This is a time of great uncertainty, but I have faith in our unity, resilience, and shared strength. Together, we will face this new world with courage and resolve.
Thank you, and may God bless you, and may God bless the United States of America."
(Authors Notes: Hi everyone! Just wanted to say that I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It was originally going to be different but I went overboard with my outline and I made like 2-3 chapters worth instead of 1. So I am splitting it up. Hope you enjoyed it!)