In a Missile Silo

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"Hello, I'm transmitting on all channels and all frequencies, this is a priority message from what remains of the US military in the mid-west and will be playing over the emergency broadcast system for the next ten hours. Right now whoever can hear this needs to respond, I hold the future of this world in my hands. I am the commander of the Joint Wyoming-Nebraska-Colorado ICBM missile complex in the central United States. My name is classified, but you can call me The Commander, what I can tell you, is that the United States of America has suffered an attack by an unknown entity or state and we have suffered heavy losses in it's overall population. The ones that are still alive and that have not vanished off this planet entirely, have been afflicted by being literally transformed into some sort of animal. Like I have. Right now, I'm standing by with nearly 200 nuclear missiles primed and ready to launch if this country or this facility comes under attack by an enemy force. We have lost all communications with the president and NORAD As well as communications with all our allies over seas, simultaneously. As I am unable to contact the president or anyone who out ranks me at this time, the responsibility has fallen to me to protect this country with all the assets at my command. If you can hear this, find a way to respond, I will remain on station and on duty until I am relived by someone."
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The white stallion slumped back in the chair and listened to his recording travel out over the airwaves. He was the sole protector of the US right now as far as he knew. He had no idea what tech was needed to accomplish such an attack on this country. Was China responsible? Russia? North Korea? He already had them in his sights, so one step out of line with them and they get lit up with the the might of a thousand suns. In fact I could send a nuke to nearly every country in the world if he had to. Of course, that was only if there was a confirmed attack. He didn't want to go down in history as the guy who got spooked then turned the world to glass. Not the legacy he wanted to leave behind. Was his family Ok? His kids, his wife? He was not scared for his own safety but for theirs, but he couldn't leave his post, everyone in the country was counting on him for their protection. If there was anyone left. How do you choose between your family and your country? What a nightmare.

He got up and started climbing the stairs to the launch control center, only tripping once or twice over his new hooves. He was muttering about how stupid horses are when he arrived at his destination. Why not turn everyone into robots or something useful? "It doesn't matter if I'm a horse, I can still hit that red button if I have to." He said and looked over at the glass encased button. With a simple press he could end the world. Or at least the Russian and Chinese parts of it. He though with a grim grin. After checking to make sure the radar was still functioning, he proceeded to the officers quarters. Maybe sleep would calm his nerves. But, when he went to sleep all he could dream of were communist ponies marching in lockstep with little '='s on their asses and singing about how great it was to be the same as everyone else. He woke up in a cold sweat. "Fuckin' commies." He muttered and went to the bathroom to clean up, he wasn't going to be sleeping again tonight.

That day he drove between several different silos to check for other people, but they were all empty. All the systems in the bases were up and running though, so he made sure that they were all secure. Setting up explosive traps and trip wires that would stop an invader in their tracks. He then started to hum a song

while setting up the rest of the traps he had with him around the gates and entrances of his base and the bases closest to his. He also set up automated gunnery turrets with mounted machine guns and linked those to his control center. It doesn't matter what the other branches of the military say, the Air Force has the coolest toys.

When he arrived back at his silo, he checked all the turret cameras and mics/speakers to make sure everything was working he then fired each of the guns and found, to his satisfaction, that they were all working. He set them to motion sensitive mode, but put them on safe so they wouldn't shoot anyone without his say so. With all that working, he took time off for lunch. Each silo was stocked with about nine months worth of food and water for 15 people. With him living alone now, that would last much longer.

He had been calling his wife's cellphone several times a day up until that point. She hadn't answered though. Finally the service failed and he was only able to use the radio for communication. But, he had to stay strong still. There could still be people out there that needed protection. In fact he had been picking up on some faint radio signals from Texas and maybe even California. He would adjust the antenna array on the tower outside later in the afternoon so that he could listen in on what was going on and maybe organize a....what would he do if he got in touch with them? His job was to nuke people not organize camps for survivors. He didn't want to think about that right now, he had a MRE to finish.

He realized he was hiding from the pain of his loss in his work. It was obvious. It was the only way to keep his mind off his family. His two little girls, his wife. Were they alright? What was the cause of the disappearance? How many people were left? Did it hurt...to disappear? Were they in pain when they were taken from this world? He knew he had a duty to his country, but he had a duty to his family as well, damn it!! He slammed his hoof against the steel table and left a dent in it, then he got up and wiped angry tears from his eyes and stormed off to mess with the antenna tower. He'd have to fix the damned table now as well.

He worked on the antenna until it was dark and then went back inside to check the radio, there was no significant improvement to the signal except he knew for sure now someone was transmitting. Poor bastards, they were probably as lost as he was. There was no way he could leave his post though to go check on them, in case something happened he would have to be here. Just then, one of the turret motion detectors went off. He rushed over, adrenalin pumping through his body. This is it! The Russians' Spetsnaz units were here to take the facility! He reached the turret controls and turned on the monitor ready to allow the guns to fire with the push of a button. There, just outside the gate, was a bear. Not a Russian bear mind you, just a regular American black bear, standing outside the gate as they do from time to time. He released a shaky sigh and relaxed, resting his forehead on the control panel. "Just a bear...a bear." He looked back up and saw the bear wander off into the forest. He re-armed the turret and quickly flipped through the other turret cameras, finding nothing strange or out of place.

With his concerns dealt with he started looking at a way to secure firearms to something he could wear and operate. He settled on a harness of sorts that had an arm that swung out in-front of him. Then he made a bit piece that when he bit down on it would fire the weapon in the direction he was looking. It wasn't perfect but the recoil was not bad and he was now able to walk around armed. Reloading was a challenge still so he would stick to using 100-round drums for his rifle.

The next day he armed himself and drove around inspecting the turrets. They were all still working well and since they were powered by wind and solar power, as was the rest of the facilities, they would last for some time. He secured a few more silos in person and set up turrets there as well. There were about 10 turrets per silo and he personally had control over all of sections N and M of the missile complex so that was 22 silos so far. Only 180 to go. Fortunately he had access to all of these silos as the commander of the complex and therefor he could control everything from any one of them. After a long day of setting up traps and security measures he decided to start writing them all down in the computer by poking the keys with a pencil he held in his mouth. He didn't want to forget about one and kill himself.

The next day he woke to the jarring sounds of the alarms blaring. He arrived at the launch controls and the view on the screen turned his blood to ice. NORAD's automated radar system had detected several missile launches out of North Korea! He turned the keys. Put in the right codes. Opened the little glass case and stared at the all powerful button before him. He glanced up and the computers indicated all the missiles were headed towards the United States. All intelligence up to that date indicated that North Korea did not have the capability to send a nuke all the way to the mainland of the United States, but would he risk that? Could this be a drill that had been scheduled but had been unable to be passed on down to him? What should he do?! He could send the nukes flying, but if it was a drill then the US would be seen as the aggressor. But if he did nothing....the Commander made his decision and selected four nukes, set an intercept course for the three Korean nukes to blow them from the sky, and pressed the Big Red Button.

Author's Note

Dun dun duuuun!! So what did you guys think? I got the idea that someone might be in a missile silo from Da Fennec, feel free to give me your ideas as well and I hope to produce more chapters soon!