Demon Gate: Beyond the 9th Circle: The Rapture Was Just The Beginning. by Joel Heath Page B

approached and looked to the
north. “What about the dam?” Vince asked.
Spencer turned to survey the dam, the
light had faded, the dam stood cloaked in
darkness. “I hope it’s still crossable.” Spencer
said running back to the car.
Spencer and Vince jumped in. Spencer shifted in
to reverse and jolted backwards then flipped the
wheel around to face the car away from the
gaping maw before shifting into drive.
“What do you think destroyed the
bridge?” Vince asked.
“I’m more concerned with getting across
the dam before something happens to it too,”
Spencer said as he sped back up the road to an
older road, US-93X, which ran by Highway 93
before running under it and winding through the
terrain which quickly opened up to show the
massive concrete structure holding back the
entire Colorado River.
Vince looked at the river as Spencer
slowed for the crossing. “That’s odd,” Vince said
as they started passing over the dam.
“What’s odd?” Spencer asked.
“Does the water level look a little high to
you?” Vince asked.
“How the hell should I know, I’m from
Jersey.” Spencer retorted.
Vince seemed uneasy as water splashed
over the crest of the dam. Then he took a glance
upstream towards Lake Mead. “Oh, damn,”
Vince said in fearful awe as a wall of water
fifteen feet higher than the top of Hoover dam
rushed in. Where had it come from? Spencer
knew they were sitting ducks on the bridge so he
hit the gas and crossed the rounded shape of the
dam’s crest seconds before the water crashed
over the top.
“That was close.” Vince remarked as the
GTO sped down a small avenue before the road
made a hairpin turn, forcing Spencer to drift
around the turn on his way towards Sin City.
There was a dark, heavy feeling in the air
as Spencer and Vince closed the distance to Las
Vegas, but as the city came into view they
couldn’t believe what they saw. It was obvious
from the road leading into the city that most of
the metropolis was flooded; everything east of I15 was submerged beneath what must have been
fifteen feet of water.
Several miles distant the Stratosphere
Tower was visible yet still the size of a
matchstick protruding up from the ground, it was
still far enough away from the major flooded
street; that was their objective. A single line went
towards the tower; it was the Las Vegas beltway,
which circumnavigated the city allowing Spencer
to avoid most of the flooded parts of the city.
Once on I-15 they realized how quiet the city
was.
“I wonder if a portal opened here,”
Spencer wondered aloud. Turning off of I-15
they noticed the level of the water was not close
to the Stratosphere.
Spencer and Vince got out. “Do you think
the elevator works?” Spencer asked.
“I hope not. I kinda hate heights.” Vince
declared. Vince looked up the road. “Have you
ever been here?” Vince asked.
“No, have you?” Spencer retorted.
“I came to Vegas a couple times a year.
There are a series of pawn shops up the road
from here. I’m willing to bet most haven’t been
flooded, I’m willing to bet at least one ran guns
for one of the Las Vegas crime bosses.”
“What the hell are you saying?” Spencer
demanded impatiently.
“They may have some really big guns or
at least lots of extra ammo. I think we should go
check them out.” Vince suggested.
“You know, a decent sniper rifle would
come in handy if another hive queen comes our
way.” Spencer conceded.
“The seedier the better.” Vince
commented.
Spencer and Vince climbed back into the
car and headed up the street a couple blocks past
Charleston Boulevard.
The first pawnshop just had a bunch of
computers, jewelry, DVD’s, television sets, and
old tools. The next pawnshop Vince seemed
excited about.
“This is where they made that show.”
Vince said excitedly as they walked through the
shattered front door. The selection at the second
shop was a lot more impressive, but there were
no decent guns. There was an old cannon, but
getting it to the top of