The Post-Apocalyptic Roadmap/Iowa

Part of the Post-Apocalyptic Roadmap Project.

Central Iowa

It's funny. All my life people have given me a hard time for living in the middle of nowhere. I always ignored them, just like my mother told me to, and I was just getting to be comfortable in my skin here when all this went down. Now I really do live in a wasteland, and suddenly all those jibes to move someplace else seem like good advice.

Iowa has never been anything but a mother to her neighbors, supplying cattle and grain, shipping her sons off to foreign wars, but those neighbors have repaid her in the cruelest way possible. I've never seen the Great Lakes in my life, nor the big cities of the states like Ohio, Illinois, and Michigan that crowd around their skirts, but I have already had my fill.

Not a single nuke fell on Iowa soil. Nothing here merited one.

I hear tell that plenty fell on Chicago, Detroit, the Twin Cities, and that whole cluster of nuclear complexes between them. At least, that's what I can piece together from the way the Mississippi glows at night from the radiation upriver and the few disjointed stories I hear from the handful of refugees that have made for the interior with hopes of eking out a living in this open country they sneered at not half a decade before.

Well, the plains certainly are open, now. Those strong lake winds dusted every cornfield and pasture with fallout from the hot zones out east, and both of the state's major rivers are toxic, the whole of the Mississippi and the Missouri south of Omaha, at least. The crops have withered, and almost anything edible's been picked over by scavengers and blight. Everything's gone except for scrubby ground cover that I presume might purge this land in a decade or so. I don't know, I'm not a biologist. I can't help but pretend like this desolation is all for some purpose.

I guess it doesn't help that most people are gone. Many of the small towns that speckled the countryside just packed up and left wholesale, after pillaging the local WalMart for supplies. That's community for you, I guess. I hear in other places there are riots and bandits, but I haven't seen much of that here apart from the occasional hoodlum trying to get his. They pick over the remains of the migrant towns and steer clear of others, where the burnt-out WalMarts and hobbyshops hide a community gone to ground, to grow small crops in makeshift greenhouses and live off of canned goods until the seeds they've squirrelled away in a dozen basements become useful again.

I am writing this here from one of these remaining collectives, lodged in the cinders of a town called Newton about fifty miles outside Des Moines. It lies along an old highway that used to be I-80 when cars drove on it, but now all it sees are the occasionally travellers from the anarchic ruins of Iowa City, Des Moines, and further east, passing through towns like Ames and Davenport looking for a new home or maybe just plunder.

I too was a wanderer, a couple years ago, and I also thought I just needed a place to hang my hat. After more months than I care to count scrounging for gasoline, eating baked beans, and listening to old Nelson Eddie records behind plywood barricades, I'm not so sure. Lately I've been thinking about heading down I-35, or along the Mississippi river valley. I know it will get worse, near all those boneyards down south. I know this, but it's getting colder, and I can't stand the thought of another sunless winter, especially when each one seems just a little longer.

I'm leaving Iowa, and I don't know when I'll be coming back. Maybe when something green grows here again, although right now that's the hardest thing for me to picture. I guess I just miss the way things were, but my mother always told me not to cry over spilled milk.

-Recovered from the corpse of a man floating in the Gulf of Mexico near Alabama.

Kalona, Amana, and Surrounding Areas

Two years have passed since the lord's judgement fell upon mankind. But by divine providence, we the god-fearing righteous have endured. While all society crumbled, the wisdom of our forefathers was tested and proven.

-Excerpt from Mennonite sermon on the second anniversary of the reckoning

The circumstances of the Mennonite Miracle were unique to that locale and seldom observed further east. The presence of a large, distributed Amish population combined with adequate breeding stock of horses and livestock, and sufficient local-grid wind generation to keep grain elevators and water pumping operation meant that the immediate danger was constrained to human competition rather than than systemic collapse. But often overlooked was the parallel presence of the Amana Colonies. At first glance, the Amanas should have succumbed to collapse like all other small towns. But the existence of the Amana Society and it's collectivist system of land utilization provided a structure that could readily adapt to Amish methods once it became clear that survival would require such solutions.

-Excerpt from "After the Fall", approximately 80 years post-incident

Forest City

Post-Nuke Journal #2

November 20th

I remember Waldorf college. I spent a year there after high school; and wasted $12,000 for nothing. I know five years after I attended the college shut down in bankruptcy.. and I'm sure most of Forest City sank with it. I often wonder now if anyone there is alive. I doubt it.. Forest City was so small. Anyone living there probably opted for the 20-mile trip north-east to Mason City.

Mason City

Post-Nuke Journal #2

November 20th

I never saw Mason City when I was at Waldorf. I had an art assignment to go to the Mason City museum, but being totally new to the area, I blew it off.

I know Mason City was pretty well developed. They had a rail interchange yard, at least. That would probably make it somewhat significant to the new government types. Many rail lines are still open and running. Nothing like the freight traffic before, but two trains a week isn't too bad considering what has happened to our nation.

Des Moines

• Recon data for Des Moines area

• Black Dog Irregulars reporting

• Begin encoded transmission

• Acting CO Saul Kellerman contacting New Pentagon Outpost N-0017 (Newcastle, Wyoming) re: possible eastward expansion

• 0600 (UTC7) - Des Moines is the last of eight minor cities the Irregulars were tasked with scouting. Approached the downtown west along I-80 from Lincoln, NE and met minimal resistance along the entire route. Business sector of the city in ruins, but no evidence of nuclear strike found by equipment. Buildings and streets suggest intense conventional and guerilla warfare. Whatever combat must have happened some time ago. Spent an entire hour surveying the city before contact was made. Packs of wild dogs everywhere. Killed any that approached, but there were enough to overrun us at any time if they'd wanted.

• 0830 (UTC7) - Met with local government representatives. Prewar city council dead to a man in riots. Last major public figure died in bombing of Principal Park rally. Squatters interviewed called him peacemaker but was probably warlord. Current local authority lives in old governor residence of Terrace Hill, calls himself King and claims dominion between the Mississippi and Missouri. Would not grant audience. Possibly insane. Termination recommended in event of expansion.

• 0915 (UTC7) - As far as can be ascertained, population of Des Moines proper composed of two dozen squatters (all tried to steal from us, one paid with his life), the King Between the Rivers, the two leeches who hope to succeed him, and a half dozen rivals trying to assassinate the King and gain the support of the squatters. The city has been stripped clean, even the gold from the capital building's dome has been looted. Recommending against occupation, except to stabilize surrounding region for second-stage repopulation. Pulling out south along I-35.

• 1000 (UTC7) - Des Moines Water Works destroyed, debris has altered course of Raccoon & Des Moines rivers and flooded most of the land south of the city. Backtracked to downtown and attempted to effect exit through West Des Moines suburbs. Encountered heavy resistance from scavenger groups armed with pipe rifles and homemade blackpowder firearms. Mass developments have left the area a nightmare. Held position for twenty minutes while formulating an extraction plan. Hostiles set fire in nearby apartments. Two men broke, the rest followed. CO Meyers commanded rearguard. Lost contact thirty minutes after departure. Unable to determine suburban population. Full suppression recommended if annexation intended.

• End transmission

Addendum: information gleaned from debriefings suggests that these "scavengers" were in fact deserters from the 133rd and 168th Infantry Units, possibly armed from the remains of the nearby Iowa Army Ammunition Plant. If in fact two of the most combat-experienced elements in the state's National Guard structure have gone rogue, operations in central and western Iowa will be curtailed pending investigation of potential widespread anarchy among remaining military forces there. Confirmation awaiting return of Gray Dawn Irregulars and their survey of assets along the Mississippi river valley.