With a rumble so low as to be inaudible, growing, throbbing, then fuming into a thundering roar, the earthquake starts only it’s not like any earthquake in recorded history.
In California the mountains shake like ferns in a breeze; the mighty Pacific rears back and piles up into a mountain of seawater more than two miles high then starts its race eastward.
With the force of a thousand armies the wind attacks, ripping, shredding everything in its supersonic bombardment. The unbelievable mountain of Pacific seawater follows the wind eastward, burying Los Angeles and San Francisco as if they were but grains of sand.
Nothing – but nothing – stops the relentless, overwhelming onslaught of wind and ocean.
Across the continent the thousand mile-per-hour wind wreaks its hell, its unholy vengeance, everywhere, mercilessly, unceasingly. Every living thing is ripped into shreds while being blown across the countryside; and earthquakes leave no place untouched. In many places the earth’s molten sublayer breaks through and spreads a sea of white-hot liquid fire to add to the holocaust. Within three hours the fantastic wall of seawater moves across the continent, burying the wind-ravaged land under two miles of seething water coast-to-coast.
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In a fraction of a day all vestiges of civilization are gone, and the great cities – Los Angeles, San Francisco, Chicago, Dallas, New York, Boston – are nothing but legends. Barely a stone is left where millions walked just a few hours before.
A few lucky ones who manage to find shelter from the screaming wind on the lee side of a high mountain peak – such as Mt. Massive – watch the sea of molten fire breaking through the quaking valleys below. The raging waters follow at supersonic speeds, piling higher and higher, steaming over the molten earth-fire, and rising almost to their feet. Only great, high mountains such as this one can withstand the cataclysmic onslaught.
North America is not alone in her death throes. Central America suffers the same cannonade – wind, earth-fire, and inundation.
South America finds the Andes not high enough to stop the cataclysmic violence pounded out by nature in her berserk rage. In less than a day, Ecuador, Peru, and western Brazil are shaken madly by the devastating earthquake; the Andes are piled higher and higher by the Pacific’s supersonic onslaught as it surges over itself against the mountains. The entire continent is burned by molten earth-fire, buried under cubic miles of catastrophically violent seas, then turned into a frozen hell. Everything freezes. Man, beast, plant, and mud are all rock-hard in less than four hours.
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