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Night light / Terri Blackstock.
p. cm. --- (A restoration novel ; bk. 2)
1. Regression (Civilization) --- Fiction. I. Title.
813'.54 --- dc22
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Interior design by Beth Shagene
Printed in the United States of America
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Civilization as we know it ended on May 24, and no
one knows why.
Some mysterious force has caused all electronics on the
Earth to fail. Plumbing doesn't work because the water treatment
plants run on electricity. Trucks and trains don't run,
so stores run out of food. Generators no longer work. In this
major meltdown of life, people
are left stranded where they
are, with no transportation, no power, no communication.
are left with a choice: will they hoard what they have
until it all runs out, or will they share with those around
them who are in need?
The Brannings are a Christian
family who pride themselves
on their righteousness.
But in the wake of this disaster,
they respond like everyone else at first: they hole up at
home, hoarding their food, paranoid that interacting with
others will force them to share the few provisions they have.
The children are angry that their lives have been disrupted.
They're bored without visual and audio entertainment.
Deni, the twenty-two-year-old, explodes at the idea that she
won't be able to get across country to start her new job on
time. But word is slowly making its way to them that the
power outage is far-reaching.
After a couple
of days waiting for this to pass, Doug
reluctantly concludes that this may not be temporary. He
breaks down before God, realizing that he's not equipped to
function without technology. How will he support his family? How
will he provide food? How will they survive?
Time passes --- and the Brannings, along with all of their neighbors,
try to learn to survive with what they have. Everyone works
hard just to eat. Everyone is on edge. The Brannings start a church
in their home. Doug, who's been a stockbroker for twenty years
and has never even taught a Sunday school class, suddenly becomes
Oak Hollow, the upper middle-class neighborhood where the
Brannings live, where neighbors barely know each other, gradually
becomes a close-knit, cooperative, and supportive community. But
not without hardship. There is, in fact, a near-total breakdown of
society. There are killings, robberies --- and a family's most important
possessions become their firearms.
Tension grows between Deni Branning and her parents until
she runs away to join her fiance --- and instead finds herself in the
clutches of a psychopath.
Finding food and clean water continues to be a daily struggle.
Government barely functions, and although rumors abound,
information is hard to come by.
And still the power outage continues, without explanation . . .
Stealing came easy today.
Most days, breaking and entering was harder than this
for the boys, requiring hours of watching and waiting for
families to leave their homes so the two of them could slip
in and out, arms full of loot, without being noticed.
At nine and seven, Aaron and Joey Gatlin knew how
to blend in. They had a system. They would case the ritzy
neighborhoods while bouncing a basketball or tossing a
Frisbee back and forth, looking like any other kids out playing
on a summer day. No threat to anyone.
The massive power outage that had set technology back
over a hundred years, knocking out everything from cars to
electricity, had left millions hungry and desperate. But not
Aaron's family. He made sure his brothers and sister had
something to eat every day.
Some of those who lived in this neighborhood called Oak
Hollow had begun plowing up their front yards, and vegetables
were growing there instead of grass. Word around town
was that they were digging a well, which meant they would
have fresh water soon. The lake in the middle of the neighborhood
already made them rich, since they didn't have to
walk far to get water, and most of them had fancy barbecue
pits in the backyard where they could boil the lake water to
'The Br-an-nings.' Joey, Aaron's seven-year-old brother,
sounded out the name on the mailbox. 'They have a big
family --- they were all working out here in their garden yesterday.
Bet they got a lot of food.'
Aaron remembered seeing them. 'Nobody around today.
They're all at the lake, just like the message board said.'
The big wooden message boards were a major source of information
in every neighborhood around town, since there weren't
any newspapers and people
couldn't talk on the phone. According
to the boards, Oak Hollow was having some kind of big-deal meeting.
The mayor was coming to tell people
about something. Most
of the neighborhood would be there. There would be bicycle patrols
up and down the streets during the meeting, but it was easy for the
boys to work around them.
If they'd had more boxes and a way to carry them all off quickly,
they could have swept a dozen houses clean in Oak Hollow today.
As it was, they'd hidden their empty boxes in the woods surrounding
the neighborhood. They would hit one house, fill the boxes to
the brim, then roll their loot home in their rusty wagon. Then they
would come back and do the same with the next house, and the
next. The problem was that few of the homes had much of what they
wanted, so it took a lot of hits to gather enough to call it a day.
The Brannings' house had two stories, with a double front door
and a big porch with white wicker rockers and a cushioned swing.
It was the kind of house Aaron's mother used to dream about on
her good days. She would cut pictures out of magazines and tack
them to the walls --- glossy-paged shots of colorful rooms with soft,
clean furniture and shiny floors. As if she had a chance of ever
owning such a place.
There was no one around. The street was quiet. Aaron couldn't
have timed things better. He hoped they'd left their windows open,
inviting in whatever breeze there was in the sweltering month of
August, as many families did since air-conditioning became a thing
of the past. He and Joey had easily gotten into most of the houses
they'd hit today and found treasures they hadn't expected. This
morning, he'd even managed to find nearly new tennis shoes for
Sarah and Luke, who'd been barefoot since they'd outgrown their
own. His three-year-old sister had stepped on broken glass last
month, and it had been a mess trying to get it healed. Now that it
was, he didn't want to let her play outside till she had shoes. Luke,
his five-year-old brother, was wearing an old pair that Aaron and
Joey had both
Library of Congress subject headings for this publication:
Regression (Civilization) -- Fiction.