It is December 31 2000, what some people view as the last day of the old Millennium. Soon it will be January 2001...aparently this is time of Apocolypse.
It is not snowy as it should be and my tiny home town has grown into a town with high rises, mini malls and condos.
The church is a part of the school, it is this huge building with many stairs and ramps and elevators.
Aparently the world is ending tonight and we are all gathering in the church/school building to be together.
I keep bumping into people I know and saying hi and good bye and reassuring people.
The clear sky is now full of clouds. If you look at them, there is one major cloud for each of the cities around us, we can see that far into the distance.
Everyone is praying for deliverance, including my own mother. These are the people that have given up. They have no hope.
I yell at my mom from the top of this hill "How can you pray if you have no hope?! no faith!?"
I'm convinced this is only going to be a flood...and that at the rate the clouds are gathering we have about one hour before it starts to rain.
For some reason people listen to me. I take a 'team' with me to gather supplies from the already abandoned down town core.
People storm an empty grocery store, each one filling up a cart with groceries and racing back to the church.
A group of concerned moms hit a Biway and between the 20 or so of them, they have it emptied in half an hour and then they too are racing back to the church.
Other fathers, uncles and older brothers are going back to there houses to rescue pets they had left behind and to seal up there houses as much as possible.
I warn people not to go anywhere or do anything outside that can't be done in half an hour.
My dad is with me as we ransack stores for supplies. We are more picky then the other. We hit a hunting supply store, a Canadian Tire and a home depot. We are getting supplies to help us seal up the church. It has a lot of windows and doors and it is going to rain. A lot.
The church is like 100's of stories high and when we get back, people are clearing out the lower levels. We have no idea how long it will rain for or how long we will all be in the building and the church stores a lot of old documents in it's basement.
A group of old ladies are calling every house in the phone book to make sure nobody is left behind.
The men that left start showing up with pets, pet supplies and people they met on the way.
The last of the people who sacked the town are returning with there arms and shopping carts full of supplies.
My mom is still praying.
She still has no hope. No faith. It is not even worth praying, I shout at her.
But I've yelled that at her so much, I've lost my voice.
