Chapter1

Journal of a Leader

November 12th, 2003

            I finally found some paper and a pen in a supply depot and decided to keep a journal.  It's been 3 Months now since Katherine and I were trapped in this hell hole fall out shelter.  Every night I wonder if we'll see the light of day again.  I also couldn't believe that we couldn't change the future.  The night my mom, the T-800 and I destroyed Cyberdyne systems and four months ago when we tried to stop Katherine's Father, the General, from activating SKYNET.  I always wonder, the T-850 told us that a virus started the entire chain reaction, destroying all life and the time space continuum.  One of these days I will find out who created that virus and stop him.

November 13th, 2003

            When we found the Supply depot yesterday we decided to make an inventory and found out that between us, Katharine and I had about 4 to 5 years of food and supplies, which is good.  The terminator had told us that she and I would fall in love, but I think that's a lot of horseshit.  All we do is get on each other case.  Besides what does a cyborg know about love anyhow?

November 20th, 2003

It's been quiet since Katherine and I had a big fight a few days ago.  She started on whom's fault was it was that we were down here.  I tried to tell her that it was her father's fault, but then she yelled at me.  Telling me that he didn't know that this was going to happen.  If he didn't press the button the world would be safe, and we would go our separate ways.  Sometime I get very lonely down here and wonder if they're other survivors.  I often think to try and talk with Katherine, but I'm sure she'll just yell at me again.  Man, I hate women.

December 24, 2003

Christmas eve, I use to love Christmas time, but now its just another day.  No more holiday cheer, no Christmas tree, no presents, and no Santa Clause if you still believe in him.  And I doubt that SKYNET celebrates Christmas or any other holiday.  Katharine did speak to me today; even tough it was just a small hi.  I told her that I was sorry and that if SKYNET had built a time machine I would go back and stop her father from pushing that button.  She smiled at me and said that would probably be no good since SKYNET brought back that TX through time to kill him.  I told her about my virus theory and she agreed.  We continued to talk and before we knew it it was midnight.  Well maybe I did get a present.  I wasn't lonely anymore.

January 1, 2004

            Either it was miracle or my shear survival skill that we'd be still alive to see the New Year.  We'd wondered if SKYNET's forces would ever find us.  Katie said she hoped not.

January 22, 2004

            I made an extraordinary discovery today.  As I was wondering through the unexplored complex, I came upon a huge circular hatch-like door.  It stood forty feet in the air, and there was a inclining ramp about 20 degrees leading up to it.  I wondered if it would still open as it looked like no one opened it forever.  I also wondered what was on the other side, maybe other survivors.  I went over to the odd looking latch and tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge.  I looked around for some kind crow bar, but did not see any.  I then ran back to the main hall to tell Katie.  When she heard the news, I must of saw the biggest and only smile on her.  We then returned to that room with the hatch and she was in aw when she saw it.  I told her that it was rusted shut, but with both of our strength we could open it.  And with luck, when we tried to budge we heard something click and the latch was now in a vertical position.  We then both tried to pull the door open, but with both or our strength, it didn't budge.  We tried a second time, but it was rusted shut.  She suggested to me that we did have some lubrication oil in the supply room.  She ran back there and moments later she returned with a couple cans of DW 40.  We both looked at the hatch and started to spray the lower hinge.  We then had a problem with the upper hinge, as it was 40 feet above us.  I looked around and found a ladder in the janitorial room.  It was 25 feet high and had an extension of 10 feet.  Once we lubricated the hinges we gave it another try.  And soon the huge door opened.  Inside, we found what appeared to be some kind of transport room.  it looked like a huge subway plat form.  The rails stretched into darkness as Katherine turned on the lights.  There was some type transport car on the rail.  It looked mostly like a car you find at carnival ride. I asked her where it could lead.  She said she had no idea, but to take a ride in it to find out.  We both got in and in front of the car were controls.  It took me about minute until I figured it out.  I turned on the headlights and moved the throttle forward s the car began to move.  Fifteen minutes had passed and it seemed like the tunnel was endless.   An hour has passed then two, wherever this tunnel led I said to her, it better be promising. Another hour had passed, and then we finally saw that the tunnel ended and they entered another station that looked like theirs.  We wondered if we made a loop or something, until Katharine pointed out a painted sign by the hatch door.

            "Welcome to San Juan, Texas: FAS # 3"

            I slowed the transport down and Katharine climbed out. I cautioned her as I stepped out as well.  We wondered if that hatch would open too.  We wandered over and tried it. With miraculous luck, the door opened.  On the other side it looked like the same room in our shelter.  We called out for anyone, but no one answered for moment.  Then suddenly we heard a sound, a voice actually.  At first we thought it was our echo, but it was a different tone.  Then a young man, no more than 10 years younger than I was, emerged from the corridor.  He had the same color hair as mine, maybe a little darker. He asked who we were, and said that we are survivors, like him.  He replied saying that his name was Kyle Resse.  He wondered what had happened in the last few months, we then told him.  Kyle ran away from home a few years ago and has been living on the streets.  He said that his father was a computer programmer for some secret government project.  I asked if it was the SKYNET program, but he said he didn't know.

February 10, 2004

            We had met another survivor in the Cut Bank, Montana.  He name was Gary Justus.  He was another runaway, an orphan that is.  He said that he and his friend found their fall out shelter when they were little.  Unfortunately, his friend didn't make it back when the bombs fell.

February 14, 2004 (Valentines Day)

            I didn't really have a girl friend.  I guess the only girl I knew was Katherine, so I decided to ask her on a date.  God what am I talking about?  Where would we go?  No, I have a better idea, I'll make her dinner yeah, and she'll like that.

February 15, 2004

            Well, last night she really enjoyed her self.  She thinks I'm sweet and she forgives the entire things I've done.  I don't know what it is, but I think I'm falling in love with her.  Maybe it's me getting too much enclosure in these shelters.  But, I think she feels the same way.

March 30, 2004

            I knew that we'd find another survivor with the pipeline of subway we had found a couple of months ago.  We were in Flagstaff, Arizona, or at least that's what the sign told us, when we found a family.  They said they there were the Jacksons, (And it wasn't with Tito and Michael).  It was a family of four, husband and wife, and two sons.  The husband, who name was Jeff, was an officer in the US Army.  He said when he saw the missiles from a homemade radar; he took his family and drove them here.  He tried to warn others, but they just didn't believe him. Jeff was in his late 40s, and was recently discharged form his base in Winslow.

June 2, 2004

            After finding more survivors, I began to wonder if these are the resistance that I have to train to fight the machines later on in life.  Then it came into focus that it is my destiny to be a great leader for the future.