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All electricity is gone. All governments have fallen and there is no means of

transportation other than horse and wagon. The rich and powerful are now weak and poor

and few people are safe; even fewer know what made this happen. Everyone strives for a new form of

energy and everything is hell.

It all started in a little town in Oklahoma. It's name long forgotten by all but who lived

there, with a man by the name of Jon Colt, though currently everyone calls him Wolfbane

because of his wolfish personality and looks, and something that he did later on, I will get to

that part later. Jon Colt is five foot eleven inches, with gold eyes, silver hair, and

sharp features, and was as sharp as a tack, and a scientist working for the DOD (Department

Of Defence).

Jon was working in the lab, he was observing the electromagnetic waves of EMPs,

while trying to amplify these electromagnetic waves.He had developed a device that was

extremely experimental and highly unpredictable, a device which delves deep into theoretical

science.

The time had come to test his device and record his results. Little did he know what

would happen. Jon flipped on the device and let it start warming up, slowly the

device started to hum and shake ever so slightly, Jon turned on the EMP source remotely

from an observation room. Everything went black. Jon waited hoping that the backup

generator would kick in soon. It didn't.

Out side of the building the rest of the world was in panic. Cars stopped running,

helicopters would not start, planes crashed from the engines stopping. No one was

ready for this.

Welcome to The Blackout

Fifteen years have passed, Jon is still alive and is one of the few who know what

happened the day of the black out.

A hunting party went out at dawn and was expected to be back by midday. At two

that afternoon they still weren't back. The town leader had a search party sent out. Jon was in

this party. The party split up. Jon followed a game trail heading to the east, about five hundred

yards in Jon found signs of a fight he called out for the rest of the search party using the call

of a Whippoorwill. Fifteen minutes later the search party arrived and set off down the trail.

Soon it was evident that more than a fight happened. Danny, one of the younger

hunters, laid dead on the side of the trail, there were arrows stuck in him like needles in a pin

cushion. They pick up their pace jogging down the trail now, weapons out and ready.

Rounding a corner they find themselves in a clearing with the hunting party fighting off a group

of raiders. Jon runs in two knives drawn. In a whirling dervish he starts cutting them down with

the ferociousness of a wolf, bearing his teeth like one the whole time (that is how he got the name).

Finally with all of the raiders on the ground dead, Jon stopped, sheathed his knives,

and calmed down. When at last he spoke he said "Is anyone hurt?". No one could answer

after what they had seen Jon had done. "Miles!" Jon said. A five foot four inches tall, brown haired,

green eyed, bearded man stepped forward.

"Yes Jon?" Said Miles.

"Check these men for injuries." Said Jon.

"Yes sir." Said Miles.

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To all thoughts who read this, this is only the beginning (smirks).