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  RAINIER

  K. LUCAS

  Copyright © 2022 by K. Lucas

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This is a work of fiction. All the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  EBook ISBN: 979-8-9850093-8-5

  Paperback ISBN: 979-8-9850093-9-2

  Hardback ISBN: 979-8-9850093-7-8

  Cover Design by Pretty In Ink Creations

  Editing and Proofreading by My Brother’s Editor

  For my son

  CONTENTS

  Author’s Note

  Prologue

  Part I

  1. Present Day

  Chapter 2

  3. Puyallup, Washington

  Chapter 4

  5. Lakewood, Washington

  6. Orting, Washington

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Part II

  Chapter 10

  11. Cascade Middle School

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Part III

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  44. Six Months Later

  Thank you

  Acknowledgments

  Also by K. Lucas

  About The Author

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  A Note From The Author

  This novel is a work of fiction based around the real-life Mount Rainier in Washington State. While many of the names of cities, towns, roads, etc. in this book are inspired by the real thing, they are used in a fictitious manner. Please note that this story is not meant to be accurate geographically or otherwise, and was written solely for the purpose of entertainment.

  PROLOGUE

  Thirty Years Ago

  Standing in the kitchen, watching her family eat breakfast, Karen felt satisfaction wash through her. Last week, there had been a nonstop downpour of rain. It wasn’t unusual for Washington, extremely common really, but it didn’t stop her irritation after a week of dreary weather. Now the sun was finally shining through the morning room windows and it was the start of a perfect day.

  “Pass the syrup!” her ten-year-old daughter, Melissa, called across the table.

  “Where’s the please?” Karen’s husband, John, replied.

  “Please.”

  “I want some too, please!” Timmy, the baby of the family at five years old, said.

  Melissa drenched her pile of warm pancakes then flung the bottle of syrup at Timmy. The top wasn’t on the bottle all the way, so when she threw it, syrup went everywhere. Drops of the sticky substance splashed into John’s hair, across the tabletop, and a pile landed on Timmy’s face.

  Chaos ensued. Timmy and Melissa yelled at each other, each blaming the other, John yelled at the both of them, trying to break them apart, and Karen sighed, moving to clean up the mess between all of them. She didn’t understand why the kids couldn’t just enjoy a peaceful morning without bickering, but with five siblings of her own, she understood well how things naturally went.

  “That’s it, you two. Bedrooms, now!” John said. He tried to look stern as syrup dripped down his forehead and cheeks.

  “But I didn’t do anything!” Timmy cried. “She’s the one who threw it!”

  “I don’t care. Get up there, both of you.”

  After the kids slumped upstairs to each of their bedrooms and Karen heard the slam of their doors, she sat down to eat her share of the pancakes before they got cold. There was a little syrup left in the bottle. She didn’t have a sweet tooth anyway, so it was just enough. “You didn’t have to send them upstairs,” she said.

  “I can’t stand their damned fighting all the time.” John stood by the sink, wiping himself clean.

  Karen laughed. “It’s part of life, dear.”

  “Bullshit. If I would’ve pulled that with my brother, my old man woulda smacked me upside the head. They’re spoiled is what they are.”

  She heard Melissa’s footsteps on the stairs but decided to stay silent. The girl would have to learn the consequences of not listening to her dad without her interference. Smiling to herself, Karen leaned back in her chair and looked out the large bay window that overlooked the hillside behind their community.

  It was one of the reasons they’d bought this house. There was nothing behind them but open land, and the gorgeous view had sold her from the first time she saw it. The natural light that the window let into the house made her feel as if she were sitting outside.

  Karen’s smile slowly disappeared, and her brow furrowed. She was confused by what she saw outside. She started to say, “John, what’s that?” but didn’t have enough time to get the words out.

  The enormous hill that was supposed to be there… wasn’t. It had transformed into a colossal landslide that was rushing toward them at breakneck speed. By the time Karen said her husband’s name, the slide had crashed into her house, swallowing it and the entire community along with it.

  Thousands of tons of dirt and debris plowed into the surrounding houses, crushing everything in its wake. Houses were taken completely apart, burying the people inside under ten feet of mud, rock, and rubble. Within minutes, nothing was left. Vehicles and other large objects that were outside were carried hundreds of feet away. Most were smashed beyond recognition under the enormous weight. Anyone inside was crushed along with the metal.

  The quake caused by such a large landslide alerted the nearby town of Chester. Emergency services and volunteers rushed to aid the fallen community of Rock Creek. The struggle was not just to get into the hazardous area, but to not get injured themselves by falling into the pits of mud that was like quicksand, pulling people and equipment down into its depths.

  With the incident occurring on a weekend morning, more people were at home than would otherwise have been. On a weekday, many more would’ve been at work or otherwise out of the home. Hours passed as crews desperately searched for any survivors. They all began to lose hope as they found body after body of deceased residents and no sign of anyone living. Then, as the sun was setting, there was a call that went out.

  “Over here! There’s someone over here!”

  A hand was reaching up through the debris, grasping air, trying to pull itself out from under a pile of siding.

  “I’m here,” Tina Romero cried as she reached the hand. She grasped it in hers, trying to warm the ice-cold fingers. Jesus, she thought, it’s so small. Tears sprang to her eyes as she realized from the size of the hand that it could only be a child’s.

  “We need help over here!” Tina cried. She held the small hand in hers, waiting for others to reach their location. She knew better than to try dig
ging the child out. If she made the wrong move, she could make things worse instead of better. The tiny fingers clasped her hand weakly, as if the child were barely awake. Tina choked back a sob. “Just hang on, baby, we’re gonna get you outta there.”

  It didn’t take long for Steve and Daniel to arrive. “It’s a child,” Tina whispered.

  The looks on Steve and Daniel’s faces were identical. They were grim but determined to help. An hour later, after digging, lifting, and sinking, the child who was buried was rescued. A cheer went out as rescuers celebrated a life saved.

  “What’s your name, son?” Steve asked as he helped carry the boy to the waiting ambulance.

  After a coughing fit, the boy croaked, “Timmy.”

  “Timmy, I’m gonna hand you over to these nice people who are gonna make you feel better.”

  “I want my mommy.”

  Steve choked back tears. He didn’t know what to say to this kid. How could he tell him his parents were most likely dead? “I’ll try to find her for you,” was the best he could manage.

  Paramedics rushed Timmy to the hospital as the search and rescue team continued their efforts to find survivors. The search continued through the night and into the next several days. Even weeks later, volunteers were searching through the debris.

  From his hospital room, Timmy watched the TV where the local news aired. “Five-year-old Tim Howard is the sole survivor of the Rock Creek Landslide that occurred Saturday morning around nine fifteen. He and his family lived in a two-story home, and he’s suspected to have been on the upper level when the landslide occurred…”

  He wasn’t sure he understood everything the TV person was saying but understood that his mommy and daddy weren’t there with him. He started to cry, afraid and confused. He didn’t know what a landslide was. He didn’t remember much other than waking up in a dark place, barely able to breathe.

  A nurse walking past his room noticed him crying. She came in and changed the TV from the news to cartoons. “That’s better, buddy. Let’s get those tears dry now.”

  The nurse was right. Cartoons did help get his mind off things. He still missed his parents though. He supposed he missed Melissa too, even though she sucked most of the time.

  Tim never saw his parents or sister again.

  PART I

  CHAPTER 1

  PRESENT DAY

  November was a hard time for Tim. It wasn’t just that it brought back the memories of the landslide that killed his family, because it did that, but it was also the tip of the iceberg of the rainy season in Washington. With the rainy season came landslides. The memories of what happened that morning thirty years ago still plagued him, along with the determination to prevent other families from facing the same fate. They went hand in hand constantly, but especially with the season.

  From his survival from the Rock Creek landslide, Tim grew up determined to learn about the event that wiped out his entire family and community. His interest started with a deep-rooted fear, then progressed into anger, hate, and finally simmered into a need to help others never have to face what he went through. He wanted to prevent as many children from losing their families from landslides and other natural disasters as possible.

  “Tim? Are you there? Come back.” The radio in Tim’s Jeep went off again.

  “Tim here. Headed to the summit. Over.” His specialty as a volcanologist put him front and center on volcanoes across the world, and today he was at Mount Rainier. Although his job took him all over the world, he was particularly dedicated to his home state of Washington.

  “ETA on getting back to the office? Over.”

  “I’m not even there yet, Joe. No ETA. Over and out.”

  “Wait—”

  Tim shut off the radio. Joe was like a naggy mother hen, always checking in on him. He knew what Tim was doing today and even though he didn’t like it, he didn’t have to bug him to death.

  After St. Helens erupted in the eighties, equipment was stationed to constantly monitor volcano activity, not just there, but for Mount Rainier and others as well. Rainier was one that hadn’t erupted in so many years, they knew an eruption was bound to happen at any time.

  It wasn’t a question of if, but when. The problem was, there was not enough history of eruption on record to predict the when. Tim had his own active research for Rainier. Today, he was headed up the mountain to check on his equipment.

  “Welcome back, Mr. Howard,” the guard at the national park gate entrance greeted when Tim flashed his badge.

  Tim continued through the park, up the pass. As he traveled up the mountain, he took note of the snowmelt. There was normally snow on the mountain year round. Even in July, snow wasn’t an uncommon sight. But now, in November, the sparse amount he saw was disturbing. Especially with the cool temperatures and amount of precipitation, Tim expected to see piles of fresh powder. It was there, sure, but much of it looked melted.

  He felt a familiar twinge of worry when he thought about the possibility of the ground warming up. If the ground on top of a volcano was warming up, it could mean the volcano itself was warming up.

  Tim spent hours at the summit, working with his equipment, reading the data. He’d been keeping track of her for ages now and knew right off the bat when something wasn’t right.

  “Joe? Come back.”

  “Joe here. Over.”

  “Are you still at the office?”

  Silence for a minute, and then, “What’s wrong?” Joe could count on one hand the number of times Tim wanted to see him in the office. It had to be something bad.

  “I’ll be there in a few hours. Be there, Joe. It’s urgent. Out.”

  Tim had checked the equipment three times. He brought back up sensors just to be safe. Everything was verified and it wasn’t good. All signs were pointing to Mount Rainier waking up from her hundreds of years’ hibernation. When she was fully awake, she was going to bring chaos like the country hadn’t known in ages.

  Tim hoped they would listen. If they didn’t, it would be bad. There was more to it than just evacuating the whole west side of the state. There were politics involved. Tim knew that well enough by now.

  But if they would just listen, it would mean a world of difference. He closed his eyes, envisioning the landslide that would come with the millions of pounds of snowmelt from the top of Rainier. It would be worse than anything his mind could envision. “Please let them listen,” he whispered.

  At the office, Tim showed Joe the numbers. Joe shook his head. “It can’t be right.”

  “Trust me, I made sure.”

  “It’s just one day’s worth of numbers. We need more. You know that.”

  “Joe, come on. With numbers like this, we need to alert someone. More people need to have their eyes on this, not just me.”

  Joe thought for a minute, looking back over the numbers in front of him. His forehead was starting to show droplets of sweat. This could be a career breaker if he caused panic and he was wrong.

  Sure, there were people to inform, but if he spoke too soon, it would be the end of him. He would lose all credibility. He, of all people, knew it. It happened to his predecessor, after all.

  “Give it a couple more days at least.”

  “We might not have that long, Joe. You know I’ve been watching her for years. I know this mountain.”

  “Oh, come on.” Joe laughed. “This bitch has been asleep for so long, she’s probably just stretching a little. Yes, the numbers are scary, but nothing is going to happen in a few days. Keep your mouth shut for now. That’s the end of it.”

  Tim left without another word. Joe was too worried about his own ass, and not enough about the asses of innocent people who would get hurt if they called this wrong. He hated to do it, but he was going to have to go over Joe’s head on this one. Joe was high on the totem pole but not top dog.

  He would speak with Michelle. Surely, she would have more sense. She had a kid, if he remembered correctly. She would sympathize more with parents in
the community who might be affected by this. Tim thought he would appeal to her on an emotional level if nothing else worked. If she was blind to the numbers, like Joe, he would do whatever it took. The people needed to be alerted.

  CHAPTER 2

  It wasn’t a far drive, but fighting traffic took Tim two hours to get to Michelle’s office at the US Geological Survey Observatory in Seattle. Tim checked his watch, impatiently waiting for the elevator to lift him to the top floor of the building.

  “I’m sorry, Michelle’s in a meeting,” her receptionist said.

  “This is urgent.”

  “You’re welcome to wait.” She gestured toward an empty chair by the door.

  Tim wanted to rush past her desk and barge into Michelle’s office to demand an audience with her. He clenched his fists, knowing he’d get more with a sweeter treatment. He put on his most charming smile.