Editor’s Note: Just to be clear, this article is hypothetical/fiction.
Jose wanted to share how he thinks they would handle a virus outbreak should it occur in Venezuela. At the time of this writing, there are no known cases of Coronavirus in Venezuela.
In the previous article, I described a fictional situation, under the current scenario. This is a depiction as realistic a possibility of some things that can happen, God forbid if the 2019CV strain hits the country.
Under the failure of a State it is now, there is no doubt it will arrive. Chinese have too many “investments”, although supported by that illegal gangs trying to look like a Parliament or a Congress: the illegal Constituent Assembly.
Back on topic now:
The silent row of cars and trucks containing everyone with the needed paperwork to prove ownership of all supplies and gear, as legally required in Venezuela to mobilize materials and stuff, started to head out Caracas, following each other at a close distance.
The CB radios in place, hidden from the eyes of government officials and gangs. No protruding antennas and cellphones are in hand either. There are 45 vehicles total but divided into 3 groups. Each group has at least one medical expert that also knows how to perform some dental care just in case.
A good thing was that there were a few former military would show their credentials, should something start to happen. This would provide some benefit to those in the convoy.
Most of the cars had one or two armed people concealing weapons. Gun permits had been “suspended” but…who´s going to pay attention to a failed state with the same uniform repeating hour after hour “Keep calm, the Revolutionary leaders are here to take care of the pueblo…” to an empty TV studio?
Movement, you can only stop so much and one has to ask if it is worth the trouble?
With the number of people in the convoy, 15 armed uniforms were surely not going to mess with them much, especially considering that the fact that some in the vehicles have more experience than they do.
The car heading the convoy, if not stopped, would just keep moving, and the uniforms were unable to stop the rest.
They would just get out of the way.
The convoy avoided the road nearest to one of the armed forces’ fortresses, thus reducing some of the risk and not poking the bear so to speak.
At 12 PM, the group was already out of the city.
They went through the first few posts. The face of the uniforms indicated they were intrigued at first, but seeing children and elders, and receiving some fresh fruit and iced water, they waved the group to keep moving. It was smart to plan for some small enticements. A bit of kindness well placed could get you out more trouble than you could imagine at times. These folks knew that lesson well.
At the end of the day, there are less people to control people within the cities in an uprising so it was a good time to move through.
The next posts were even easier to pass through as a result.
Fear is powerful. The uniforms fear the virus enough to just pass the convoy through without intense inspection.
Some masked faces, a few fake coughing and the uniforms would stay out of the supplies inside the cars, waving them nervously to keep moving on once coughing was too intense.
They were not going to detain ANYONE that could jeopardize them. These are soldiers without the proper gear, and without any reason to comply with whatever orders were given, other than a bag of food or some other similar incentive.
Some are not as smart as others.
A couple of suspicious cars with four or five guys inside turned around to follow one of the smaller family cars, but they were swiftly put out of service by the nearest diesel truck, conveniently equipped with a good custom made fender, taking them out of the road before they knew what was happening.
A couple of warning wad cutters deployed to the tires from the snug nose .38 in the skillful hands of the passengers of the last two cars was enough to send a message.
Training began long before.
Every car had at least 3 sawed-off shotgun and plenty of buckshot. These would be in a safe place, easily accessible, and shooters had been training for months to get them out in a heartbeat from a sitting position, pointing through the window.
Children are trained to cover their ears at the sound of a low whistle.
A good deal with some rebel national guards allowed exchanging our own variety of jerky for ammo.
Enough to be safe for some time, with the intention that the ammo would be used mostly for hunting.
With road pirates armed with Glocks and high capacity mags, some serious defenses were reassuring, to say the least.
All of the passengers knew how to reload those things in a hurry: they practiced a lot with hand-made dummy shells.
Previously, small 4 cm thick rectangular bags filled up with sand had been duct-taped to the interior of the doors, carefully positioned so they wouldn’t get into the glass path, to provide some degree of protection.
Bags had been sewed by the women, and teenagers had assisted in installing them in every car of the convoy.
Severe instructions were given to the entire group, to maintain this under secrecy. The rear part of the SUV’s would have some advantages, too. Children were instructed to keep their heads down, to the sound of a whistle, and to keep down until another signal was heard.
Every owner was responsible for his/her vehicle, but a general agreement was in place, where in case of mechanical failure nobody was to be left behind. Several motorcycles would be a backup in case some vehicles had to be left on the side of the road and lost forever.
All of this thanks to the effort of a few close friends that could foresee how shadowy the future could be, even in that wonderful sunny land, blessed by God, but sullied by His astray children who in their endless greed, decided to take whatever they could from their brothers, sisters, believing they would assure the future for their own generations to come.
Time would prove this would be a huge mistake, resulting in their own condemnation, and the extinction of their linage wiped off the Earth.
The next day, at 8:00 A.M., after the group left the city, the remains of the revolution leaders “ordered” the “total closure” of the cities, until the outbreak “had been properly taken care of by the national government”.
Whoever had remained inside the city, was now a victim of the armed gangs. Some uniform units have been decimated, because of malnourishment and crowding in their barracks, added to a poor hygiene condition, given the lack of money for cleaning supplies.
Taking advantage of the death toll and the fear of the uniforms to the outbreak, the gangs started to get stronger, and the armed response was generally weak: the force members had no energy already.
Some of them were already ill.
Plenty of uniforms started to flee the day after the lockdown was in place, taking all the guns and ammo they could get with them.
Some of the uniforms had relatives or friends in the countryside.
Being captured meant death, so plenty of shootings started to occur on the roads.
Now, every city in Venezuela is under a total lockdown
No matter if there are people infected or not. Nobody gets in…and nobody gets out.
This would result in a disaster.
Once the people started to lack of supplies…they blamed (correctly) to the uniforms.
Whatever few supplies left, people started to wait in the poor barrios for the rations that never came in. After a few days of starving, they decided to go to look for them.
Pigeon soup and rice is not exactly a tasty meal after a few days.
Rivers of poor people, some of them already infected with the virus without knowing, started to be seen on the streets of the downtown.
Those city dwellers too stubborn or without any resources to leave the city soon enough would see and be astonished, how thousands of people started to invade buildings, looting everything they could. One after another.
At first, national guards would appear and shoot some tear gas, but soon enough they would understand this was not the mass of unarmed people fighting for the right to freedom they were used to shooting at.
This was entirely different.
Barefoot and dressed in old and worn clothes, these people were looking for food for themselves and their families.
The first weak attempts to contain the hordes resulted in dead national guards being dragged in the streets. Now some of the stronger ones were slowly collecting weaponry.
Military law was issued, and entire neighborhoods were taken by the national guards by force, killing thousands of innocent civilians.
This only would make things worse. The armor used would soon be proven insufficient.
People would rain stones and shields would offer protection, but not against Molotov cocktails.
The more people learned about the weakness of those hoarding the supplies, the more fear spread in the troopers.
This is when the night attacks started.
The fuel remaining was carefully rationed by the uniforms. Civilians would not have access to it, so looting of the gas stations started. At night, a horde of 150 or more people would take them, and dry them to the last drop. This would go to the black market, but most of it to the cocktails.
This scenario repeated itself, and the leaders did not understand how bad it was until one of the foreigners guarding them told there was only fuel enough to keep them on the road (the same tactic used by Osama B L) for a few days.
After that, there was no way to replenish with the refineries destroyed and the worldwide blockage because of the pandemics.
That was not the only bad news.
Clearing his throat, the foreign officer informed the hordes had set up the jet fuel tanks on fire, to avoid the escape of the party ruling elite.
The only fuel remaining on the heavily guarded airplanes was just going to be enough for a few hundred miles.
It was not going to be useful, neither, because every country would shoot down any airplane incoming into the air space, and to avoid the spreading of the disease, most of the countries had deployed their military in the very limit of the international waters, and terminate whatever ship or aircraft they could detect. The virus had been proven to be way more dangerous than anyone initially thought.
Meanwhile, the cities looked like a nightmare mixed up with the best horror movies. At broad daylight, few things were seen. Empty streets and many apartment buildings of downtown Caracas started to smell awful, as the owners had died inside.
There was no hygiene staff anymore to clear this mess. The hordes would come at night, covered in the dark, after the blackout was set up officially in an attempt to control…something. In the entrances of the military facilities, soon sentries were ordered to not stay on sight. Snipers were deployed, in a desperate measure, in the inside of the facilities, and ordered not to move until their replacement arrived.
Almost all of them would flee away, taking the guns with them, and heading to the countryside, crossing mountains and rivers, far away any asphalt road.
Albeit the entire structure had crumbled, leaders thought they could still survive anything.
Boy, they were wrong.
After one of the pilots took over one of the foreigners watching him, shot everyone on his path, in a well-coordinated move, stole one of the planes fleeing with his entire family to head up to one of the inner cities, it was evident the major crack appeared.
The next morning, all of the security staff had left.
Leaders were on their own.
On the streets, the hordes had noticed that the gates of the palace and the fortress were now open. They started to watch carefully and noted the lack of guards. They knew some snipers could be around, but after a few hours and a slow advance…it was evident they were not going to get shot. The silence was impressive, and the perspective of getting their hands on some supplies took the fear away.
Every running car had been refueled with the last drop and used by the remains of the security team to conduce their families to safety. That was what they thought, at least: there were enough people left in the inner cities waiting for them, with the ropes hanging from tall trees, already waiting.
Over 6 thousand people have gathered already in the inner of the main fortress. The bunker entrance had been already barricaded by the last loyal security team.
Leaders, pale and shaking nervously watched in the CCTV how people started to pile up debris to make torches.
Machetes and spikes quickly appeared. Kitchen knives were used to make spears, and a baton in every hand was the rule. T-shirts were used as bags to collect stones. AKs were in the hands of some of them.
Soon, one of them started to bang his baton against his spear, and the other ones started to do the same. The rhythmical noise became unbearable. Panicked, one of the leaders opted for using his well-oiled, engraved .40, a gift from a high ranking Turkish politician.
At the sound of the gunshot, the horde unleashed, and start running toward the place they were hiding.
In the rearguard, oxy-cut equipment was being happily dragged by thin, wiry, and smiley guys.
Everyone in the group had already a pre-defined destination. A good portion of the group was headed to the flatlands, the llanos.
Cattle, rivers, plenty of sun, and land for crops.
Not a bad place to be while everything went back to normal except for the possibility of crime.
Another part would go to the Andean Mountains, where freshwater from the mountains was abundant, as well as trout farms all over the place, and you can sleep like a king without air conditioning, something necessary in most of the country (except in the jungle my cottage is located ☺ ).
This region is still considered the vegetable garden of the entire country, producing even wheat and oats, first introduced by the European migrants over a century and a half ago.
And the rest of them went to secluded places along the coast, where fresh seafood could be provided and the exuberant jungle would provide cover and feeding. These places would take advantage of the wonderful jungles nearby the coast area.
A good arrangement had been in place with their relatives living there: their properties would be attended and protected by them, and while the owners were not living there, crop products would be considered payment for this service.
This was very welcome for most of the group relatives. Having acquired neighboring plots, the common perimeter fencing would be defended by a group large enough.
All around the perimeter, housing for the laborers and their families would be erected at regular distances and patrols would occur regularly to defend the perimeter.
A simple CB radio for each house, easy to operate, would be enough for inside communication inside the compound.
The fair-weather would allow crops the entire year, producing even an excess of food to exchange with people from other areas.
Interestingly enough, the diversity of the regions would take some things to some sort of normality.
Those on the coast would exchange goodies like fish and salt, with those in the llanos, and species like garlic, basil, wheat, oats, salty trout, and all kind of other products from the Mountains, unlikely to be raised in hot weather.
Coastal fellows would exchange fresh and salty fish for fresh and salty meat, our variation of jerky. With the closure of the vegetable oil industrial production, another staple is pork fat. This was used since the Spaniards era, being a good source of calories, needed for the hard labor of the countryside in Venezuela.
Milking, cultivating, cleaning the bush that would grow constantly in the Caribbean exuberance, the endless but rewarding labor under the burning sun.