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Total Blackout – KARIMA ALI - DAY 22 (part 1)

KARIMA ALI - DAY 22 (part 1)

Karima Ali had left Mathieu Roziers' farm early in the morning. Unfortunately, her mission had to take priority, so she couldn't linger there, even if it was to clean up the mess she had left in the small house the day before.

They had moved the bodies of the attackers outside the property and had gone to bed without cleaning the blood off the tiles.

The confrontation had deeply affected the young woman, and there was no doubt it had done the same for the residents of that house. The problem, she noticed upon waking up, was that it hadn't troubled her as much as it should have. Reflecting for the hundredth time, she supposed that the crazy events of the past three weeks had shaken her far more than she had imagined, to the point of immunizing her to violence.

However, she hoped that this absence of guilt, which should have gnawed at her from within, was explained by the fact that she had no choice and that they were far outnumbered and armed.

From atop her horse, she looked out over the streets of the capital. They were devastated as if they had been bombed for days on end. The carcasses of buses and cars stretched endlessly, as did the piles of garbage on the sidewalks. Rats had found food by tearing open the black plastic bags, filling the streets with a terrible smell.

The buildings had also suffered greatly in the past few weeks. The looters had fun from the first night setting fire to dumpsters and shops. Without firefighters to put them out, the fires often spread to the surrounding homes.

After a few days of testing, these same individuals had started targeting directly the beautiful residences in the center of Paris. They had understood that no police officer would come to stop them. They were free to unleash havoc. As for the people who might be inside, it seemed they couldn't care less now.

Parisians were fleeing the city en masse, which had become a haven for bandits and murderers. Never before had this great city seen such an exodus since the beginning of World War II, when it was threatened by the powerful German army. But just like back then, there were still many who refused to leave.

After so many trials, those still living in Paris were becoming fewer and fewer. She crossed paths with many of them on her way to the barracks, especially families. They formed groups consisting of several dozen individuals to avoid being robbed in the middle of the street.

The numbers were unknown, but it was roughly estimated that over a thousand civilians had lost their lives simply trying to flee the city.

As she was on the outskirts, she saw a body that could no longer be identified being devoured by three dogs. Those who had done this had taken absolutely everything from him, even his shoes.

The dogs growled at her as she approached too closely, and since she didn't want to use her precious ammunition—there wasn't much left after the events of the previous night—she simply continued on her way, swearing to come back or at least to notify someone.

However, she had no illusions; her superiors would likely tell her that it wasn't a priority, even though it was very unfortunate for this person and their family, who would certainly want to see them buried properly, in a cemetery.

Around her, there was almost no noise. Birds and the wind were all that could be heard, as the Parisians passing by to leave the ruined capital did not speak to each other, or spoke in low voices to avoid attracting misfortune.

One didn't need to be a genius to understand that they were all very<

/em> afraid.

The situation was very similar in Nanterre. People wanted to leave, to get away from the danger that Paris represented. Moreover, could Paris still be called a capital? After all, it takes a state for there to be a capital. Paris was now nothing more than a city, a dying city losing all its inhabitants. There were over two million before the blackout, but now? One million? Five hundred thousand? She didn't know, and no one could know. What was certain was that it could only turn into a desert now that there was no longer the constant supply of food necessary for the survival of its inhabitants.

Soon, there wouldn't be a single inhabitant left in Paris... When I see it like this, I can understand. The smartest thing to do is to leave.<

/em>

Karima also wanted to leave, probably for the countryside or a small town. But she was a gendarme. She had sworn to serve and protect the population and enforce the law throughout the national territory. Even though the government had collapsed and its law was no longer applied anywhere, there remained a people who more than ever needed help. This included her mother, her only family.

For my mother and all those who want to fight so as not to let our enemies win, I will stay until the end. Even if Mom decides to leave, I will continue the fight for everyone else.<

/em>

Arriving at the Rathelot barracks, she found a place practically under siege. The military personnel seemed equipped to go to the front. They were distributing riot shields, tear gas grenades, rifles, bulletproof vests, helmets, and so on. There were the entire first infantry regiment and the three security and honor companies, but also gendarmes from other barracks.

Surprised, the young gendarme dismounted and went to meet her superiors who were in consultation in the main building.

On the way, she met her friend, Françoise. Karima was very relieved to see her, as she feared almost every day that she would decide to abandon her post and her uniform.

The building reserved for officers was much quieter than the square outside. She was alone in the corridor.

Timidly, the young woman knocked on the door of the meeting room, and an officer appeared. She didn't know him, but his uniform informed her of his rank. This man was above her in the hierarchy.

Chapter end

Catalogue
NATHAN BELCOMBE - DAY 1
PIERRE MARCHAIS - DAY 1 (part 1)
KARIMA ALI - DAY 1 (part 1)
STEPHANIE LEMOINE - DAY 1 (part 1)
PIERRE MARCHAIS - DAY 1 (part 2)
PIERRE MARCHAIS - DAY 1 (part 3)
KARIMA ALI - DAY 1 (part 2)
STEPHANIE LEMOINE - DAY 1 (part 2)
STEPHANIE LEMOINE - DAY 2 (part 1)
PIERRE MARCHAIS - DAY 2 (part 1)
PIERRE MARCHAIS - DAY 2 (part 2)
KARIMA ALI - DAY 2
STEPHANIE LEMOINE - DAY 2 (part 2)
PIERRE MARCHAIS - DAY 3 (part 1)
PIERRE MARCHAIS - DAY 3 (part 2)
KARIMA ALI - DAY 3
STEPHANIE LEMOINE - DAY 3
STEPHANIE LEMOINE - DAY 4 (part 1)
PIERRE MARCHAIS - DAY 4 (part 1)
STEPHANIE LEMOINE - DAY 4 (part 2)
PIERRE MARCHAIS - DAY 4 (part 2)
KARIMA ALI - DAY 4
KARIMA ALI - DAY 5
STEPHANIE LEMOINE - DAY 5 (part 1)
PIERRE MARCHAIS - DAY 5
STEPHANIE LEMOINE - DAY 5 (part 2)
PIERRE MARCHAIS - DAY 9 to 17 (part 1)
PIERRE MARCHAIS - DAY 9 to 17 (part 2)
PIERRE MARCHAIS - DAY 9 to 17 (part 3)
KARIMA ALI - DAY 18 (part 1)
KARIMA ALI - DAY 18 (part 2)
KARIMA ALI - DAY 18 (part 3)
KARIMA ALI - DAY 18 (part 4)
STEPHANIE LEMOINE - DAY 21 (part 1)
STEPHANIE LEMOINE - DAY 21 (part 2)
STEPHANIE LEMOINE - DAY 21 (part 3)
PIERRE MARCHAIS - DAY 22
KARIMA ALI - DAY 22 (part 1)
KARIMA ALI - DAY 22 (part 2)
PIERRE MARCHAIS - DAY 31
STEPHANIE LEMOINE - DAY 68
KARIMA ALI - DAY 88
PIERRE MARCHAIS - DAY 94
STEPHANIE LEMOINE - DAY 124
PIERRE MARCHAIS - DAY 153 (part 1)
PIERRE MARCHAIS - DAY 153 (part 2)
AMIN SAIDI - DAY 155
AMIN SAIDI - DAY 157 to 164
KARIMA ALI - DAY 169
PIERRE MARCHAIS - DAY 188
STEPHANIE LEMOINE - DAY 195
KARIMA ALI - DAY 216
STEPHANIE LEMOINE - DAY 232
PIERRE MARCHAIS - DAY 245 (part 1)
KARIMA ALI - DAY 245
PIERRE MARCHAIS - DAY 245 and 246
STEPHANIE LEMOINE - DAY 246
KARIMA ALI - DAY 253
STEPHANIE LEMOINE - DAY 253
PIERRE MARCHAIS - DAY 259
KARIMA ALI - DAY 262
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