The next decision faced by the refugees was where to go. Many possible sites were excluded for various reasons, but one site had potential. Far in the northern polar region was an isolated facility. Based on the data it was quite large, and far more material had been shipped there than to many of the other facilities, including agricultural hardware and technology for hydroponics. The polar region was also uninhabited, as its cold climate was unsuited to agriculture and the permafrost made mining too hard. There was little reason to go so far north, which made it an ideal hiding spot. The implied size and materials that seemed to be present also made this outpost a viable place to support a population. With their destination set, the refugees fled. Contact was made with other groups as they moved out and away from civilization, towards what they considered their only means of survival.
The government buildings on the northside of Adrian’s Landing had so far escaped the worst of the damage. Crowds of people could be seen down the straight line streets that led south, east, and west. Columns of smoke dotted the cityscape as gunshots echoed in the distance. Newscasts had been running for hours now. McAllis was dead, as were many of his immediate supporters. Hundreds of Church officials were dead as well, and the images of the ones that had been burned at the stake still stuck in people’s minds. All around, the world was coming down. A group of perhaps 300 had collected in the central government office building, where the Assembly and Pope had led New Jerusalem. Now it was abandoned. A team of 5 had spent the past thirty minutes digging through whatever Church archives they could find. The archive had been locked down, but they had been lucky enough to stumble upon the body of one of the caretakers. Using the body’s handprint, they opened the archives and looked around for anything that could save them.
“Look at this!” a man by the name of Joseph exclaimed. He pointed to a map that he had found within the archives. It showed New Jerusalem and dozens of small red dots scattered all over it. It was obvious to those around him that the dots did not match up with the locations of any settlements. Joseph selected one and touched it with his hand. The map display changed to highlight the red dot. A series of letters and numbers—likely its name—came up, and then a list appeared. Joseph looked at the list and was confused. High-tech hardware, medical supplies, autofactories, raw materials, even weapons. “I don’t understand…” His voice trailed off.
Another man, named Kain, came up to him. “The Church has many secrets. This was most likely a storage point for things the Church deemed dangerous. That place could be a goldmine” he said. Kain pushed his finger on more of the sites, each one was much the same. “We should flee to one of these sites. They have food, supplies, and almost everything we need to survive.” Joseph reached out and touched one more red dot. This one was so far towards the top of the screen that it was easy to miss. It pulled up more than just a manifest and a name. Kain and Joseph looked at the display. Joseph was in awe while Kain was impassive, almost as if he expected to see something like this.
“That’s…” said Joseph, his voice failing him.
“That’s our destination.” Kain said with great force. “We’ll need to secure transport and whatever supplies we can. We have a long journey ahead of us. Before we go, we should delete all these records.” An explosion outside punctuated his words. “If we don’t, that will get a lot worse. Go ready the others. I’ll secure the archives.”
As Joseph left the room, Kain looked at the screen one last time, staring at the single red dot that sat at the top of the north pole. Kain smiled, pleased he hadn’t had to point it out to Joseph. That would have been telling.