Abnormal Cataclysm

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Three Days Later


The sun peaked over the mountains. The warm energy waved over the world. There was silence. The dead silence struck the entire country side, the cityscape and the oceans. The wind died. Bodies were strewn across the land and over the waters in their boats near the docks. Breaths were being exhaled slowly but everyone was unconscious. Even the aerial crafts that were flying crashed. Smokes were still billowing from the fallen planes and hover crafts. The fires that were there extinguished some time ago.

Across the streets of the sleeping city of Seattle, there were car crashes since the shock-wave that blazed the cityscape to the ocean. Electricity sparked across the wires of the broken machines. There were injured people on the ground. For every second that passed, there were no movements. Skye and his sister were still lying unconscious on the grass with two other law enforcement personnel.

Under the bridge across from the park and near the Seattle underground waterworks, Parker remained unconscious. He was strapped onto the stretcher and his head lolled sideways. Two medical technicians remained sprawled on the sand. Their machines were on the fritz.

Across the still sea away from the land, the Sun Spirit drifted freely without a mooring berth or an anchor holding the yacht in place. The barometer and the ship’s clock were broken by the shock-wave. She was lost in sea drifting slowly from land. Amery was hanging off the edge of the ship as his large form refused to slide further down from the narrow doorway. He was still unconscious. However, the woman was nowhere to be seen. The wind finally picked up as the waters pushed the Spirit further into the sea.

The palm trees among the shore moved as the wind picked up. For the second that passed, all the bodies on the ground uttered a moan as they slowly got up. Sirens resumed as if nothing happened. However, some of the machines affected by the shock-wave were still on the fritz. The medical technicians that were unconscious rose. Adrian let out a moan gripping the man’s leg and slowly got up. Looking around, he was dazed. With a groan, he rubbed his face and muttered, “Tom?”

After Adrian called his name for the second time, Tom woke up with a grunt, “Adrian? What happened?”

They were blank and had no memory. The sun was up. It was almost noon. Both technicians groggily looked around and down at the unconscious police sergeant lying on the stretcher. Suddenly as they remembered, the men was alert as Adrian pressed his two fingers on his neck checking his pulse. Parker was barely breathing. He shouted, “Tom, get the scanner ready! We may need the defibrillator!”

As Adrian prepped the man’s lying on the stretcher, Tom checked on the scanner. He responded shaking his head, “The scanner isn’t working. I may have to reset!”

As Tom turned the machine over and removed a casing, Adrian shouted, “Forget the scanner! Help me!”

Tom’s nimble fingers reset a few buttons on the clear screen and the scanner returned to normal. It was uploading. Closing the casing, he put it aside and placed his hands on the sergeant’s chest beginning his CPR. Adrian monitored him to make sure the resuscitator was working.

Tom made his timed compression on Parker’s chest. The resuscitator was active the ball compressed and decompressing forcing air into Parker’s mouth. The sergeant remained limp. Adrian pressed his finger on the man’s neck as Tom compressed his chest. Shaking his head, Adrian’s features remained grim.


From the bridge and across the park, four forms of Skye, Sara, Chief Steiner and the other policeman remained prone and not moving. Sara sprawled on the ground face up. Her face was leaning sideways facing Skye. He was face down on the grass. The other two law enforcement laid behind Skye. A few seconds barely. Skye opened his eyes and took his first breath. He groaned rubbing his head. Slowly he rose. Looking around, the agent collected himself. As he looked at his sister, he shouted, “Sara!”

Chief Steiner and the other police officer arose to consciousness to Skye’s shout. The agent rushed to his sister and pressed his finger on her neck to feel her pulse. Sara was unconscious. He opened her eyelids to check on her pupils. Finally he placed his hand over her mouth to feel her breath. Steiner rushed to his side as Skye shouted, “Call medical! Sara is unconscious. She is still breathing.”

The chief turned to his driver and responded touching the earpiece radio, “Start the car, officer! This is Chief Steiner calling for an emergency medical transport! Respond!”

Skye placed his arms gently under Sara’s body and lifted her. He followed the chief as they headed toward the car. Steiner shouted, “Hello? I’m calling EVAC! Is anyone there?”

With a growl, he shook his head replying to Skye, “No response. Communications must have blacked out. We may need to reset everything again.”

As they got near the police car, the officer was already in the driver seat. He started up the engine. The car responded as the siren came on. The chief opened the backseat door for Skye. The agent quickly and gently placed her body in first across the seat while getting. He placed Sara’s head on his lap.

The chief closed the door and opened the front passenger car. He entered grabbing the radio on his car. The police vehicle peeled back out of the parking space and sped forward its sirens blaring. Skye stroked his sister’s head. He was worried. The chief turned on the radio communication.

As the law enforcement vehicle barreled past heading toward the hospital, Steiner spoke into the radio, “This is Chief Steiner to anyone on the emergency broadcast. We have an unconscious woman and communications are down. If anyone hears this, this is Chief Steiner. The person in question is Agent Sara Cade! We are on our way to the hospital. If anyone picks this up and are near the hospital, prepare for medical assist!”

Skye kept his finger on her pulse. Her breathing was steady, but unresponsive. Steiner shouted for nearby units to wake up and get moving. The people moved out of the way as the barreling cruiser hurtled by.


On the sand below the bridge, Tom compressed the sergeant’s chest. The scanner beeped beside him. Tom knew it was finished uploading. Adrian pressed his fingers on the man’s neck and shook his head. He responded grabbing the scanner, “Tom, I’ll get the defibrillator out. Be ready to switch.”

Tom nodded using his arm strength to get the sergeant breathing through CPR. Adrian grabbed the machine beside Tom and typed a few commands. Switching the program from scanner into a defibrillator device, he took the extension out and attached the end on his chest where his heart was. Tom ceased his timed compression and removed the resuscitator. Adrian tapped the device and pressed a button. Parker’s body jerked trying to start his heart.

Parker remained limp. Adrian mumbled trying again, “Come on!”

The sergeant’s body jerked for the third time. His chest rose as his heart started beating. The sergeant breathed through the tube. Adrian pressed his neck to feel the pulse and removed the defibrillator. He was satisfied Parker would be okay.

Gathering their things, the medical techs each grabbed one end of the stretcher. Adrian was at the front pulling the stretcher while carrying the bag with one hand. Tom slung the scanner over his shoulder and lifted the back of the stretcher with both hands. The sergeant was heavy because of his body built muscles and average weight. However, the techs barely noticed as they carried him toward their vehicle.

The sand gravel below their feet crunched as the techs turned climbed the hill toward their parked medical van. Opening the door, the metal clanged as Adrian pulled out a board from the floor of the van. It was a gurney for the stretcher. Turning to his friend, he responded, “Ready? Three, two, one!”

They hoisted the stretcher on the makeshift gurney with a resounding clang. The gurney whirred raising the bed up thirty inches. It slid back on its own as Adrian lightly pushed the gurney in to make sure it was secured. Tom entered and went into the back of the van. Taking the bag from his shoulder, Adrian placed it under the cupboard. Grabbing the doors, he closed the back of the van and locked it twisting the handle.

Inside the van, Tom positioned himself next to Parker. He tended him making sure he was comfortable. The injured sergeant had his tube and resuscitator that was keeping him breathing. Tom noted that Parker was stable and resting. Checking his eyes, the young medic could see some movement and recognized that he was in light REM sleep. Checking the straps, he made sure it was tight.

The driver side door opened as Tom turned to see Adrian in the driver seat. He didn’t notice the straps that was loose over his arms when his friend inquired, “Tom, everything alright there?”

Tom moved to face him. The driver side door was closed shut as he spoke, “All good back here, Adrian. The patient is stable is resting.”

“Good,” the driver responded turning the engine on. The sirens flicked on blaring. The van sped toward the hospital. Tom showed his back to the sergeant as he opened the cupboard and sorted through it.


The police car pulled up the hospital driveway. Several medical technicians stood by the gurney. Chief Steiner saw them and was satisfied that someone heard his call. On the backseat, Skye carefully caressed his sister and opened the door. He got out pulling her gently by her shoulder and back. The gurney was moved to the side of the car. Skye picked Sara with his arms and carried her over onto the gurney. One of the technicians responded, “We got her, agent. She is at good hands.”

Skye nodded his thanks and followed them. Chief Steiner motioned for the driver to move on, “Now we just need to get to a station and reset all communications in this city. The other cities will be doing the same so we will do so.”

The driver nodded as the car sped off. Skye followed the techs. The sliding wheels of the gurney banged against the small crack of the sidewalk. The medical technicians made sure Sara was comfortable as they pushed the gurney inside.

The doctor walked toward them and responded stopping them. Taking out his small medical light, he moved the light over to her eyes. Opening her eyelids, he checked both. Skye approached grabbing his attention, “Doctor Kates.”

Kates turned to him and responded, “Agent Cade. I’m afraid your sister is in a comatose state. We have to hook her up and monitor her activity. If you will wait in the room, I will get to you. I can’t delay.”

Skye nodded letting him do the work, “Of course doctor. Please help her.”

“I will do my best, agent,” the doctor responded turning to his patient. The nurses pushed the gurney quickly following the doctor through the emergency doors toward the ICU.

The waiting room on the right of the agent was full. Skye noticed they were all waiting for something. Concern was clear on their faces. He took his place at an empty chair and sat down. Sifting in his seat, Skye sat up forward and buried his head into his hands. He was concerned and worried for his sister.


The medical EMT truck barreled past. Its sirens blared as the flashing light illuminated the path. The cars and people stepped out of the way as it sped toward way the hospital. The driver, Adrian, spoke into the radio raising the hospital. With a grim expression and an irritated sigh, he put the radio down. Knocking on the window behind him, he spoke, “Still can’t raise them, Tom. How’s the patient?”

Tom responded keeping his hand on the sergeant’s chest and looking him over, “Steady, but we need to get him to an emergency room. He was out for three days so he could have brain damage. Keep trying to raise them. We may have to use the machine.”

Adrian shook his head focusing on his driving. He replied, “It’s too soon. The machine is still at its development. It might make cause irreversible brain damage to him.”

“We have to try,” Tom enforced turning his back to the sergeant and opened the cupboard.

Tom sorted the medical bags in the shelf. He kept his hand on the man’s chest. Suddenly, something moved under his hand. With a gasp, Tom turned his attention to the sergeant. He could feel the man’s chest move up and down as if he resumed breathing on his own. Speechless, he looked him over. Taking the resuscitator, he checked the pump.

Parker’s eyes snapped open. Tom gasped startled by the man’s eyes. The eyes weren’t his own. They had a yellow glow with a tint of darkness in his slit pupils. The beast like pupils contracted as a low growl was uttered. The medical technician was frozen with uncertainty. Opening his mouth, he responded tapping the window, “Hey Adrian.”

“What? Everything alright back there,” his friend asked still focused on his speed driving.

Before Tom could respond, the creature let out a louder growl as his eyes glared at the technician. He flexed his sixteen inch arms and lifted against the straps. The rope snapped under pressure. Grabbing the resuscitator, he removed the tube from his throat opening the airway. The creature gasped opening his mouth. It revealed his sharpened fangs. Grabbing Tom by the neck, he pulled him forward as Tom yelled.

The creature’s fangs bit into the back of his neck as Tom screamed out in pain. His arms flailed trying to push him off, but that only caused the creature to dig. Adrian shouted through the window behind him, “What is it Tom? What’s going on?”

As the creature fed on the back of Tom’s neck, he could feel his body being renewed and revitalized. His broken bones healed. His bruises were gone. The color returned to his skin. His knife wound was gone. His muscles shifted as his body underwent a gradual change. His yellow eyes glowed with harshness and his slit pupils contracted. The creature felt himself growing stronger through feeding. Tom yelled in pain feeling himself growing weaker and frail. He was losing his color and slowly turned pale.

“Tom!” Adrian shouted. He turned for another look. Suddenly, he lost control of the speeding vehicle. He yelled focusing on his driving to regain control. However, his EMT van veered to the right and hit a parked car. The truck collided and rammed into another car. Its heavy weight caused it to flip over onto its side. The loud shattering crash shook the occupants inside harshly.

Tom and Adrian yelled. Everything on the back jerked. The creature ceased feeding as he withdrew his fangs. Tom flew to the top of the truck. His weakened neck snapped upon impact. Parker tumbled and fell unconscious. He blacked out as the truck skidded to a halt before the intersection.


As the police car went up the hill near a building, the driver parked into the lot. Both the officer and the chief got out. Steiner responded, “There is it, the place where we will reset our communications so that we will figure out what happened. Let’s go.”

The officer nodded following his Chief. He responded in an English accent, “Yes sir!”

They rushed up the steps and toward the small two story building. A gust of wind blew behind the chief. Stopping before the small rectangular two ton steel door, Steiner took out his key-card. A small key-card access was on the wall next to the door. The soft clink was sounded as he swiped the card. A small white light glowed and sent out a beam scanning him. It recognized him speaking, “Welcome back Chief. It has been nine hundred and sixty seven days since the last you were here.”

A beep was heard followed by the click in the door lock. He muttered oddly, “Right.”

The door whooshed open. The chief lightly pushed it to his right. A musky smell waved toward them as they entered. The officer sniffed in and gagged covering his nose, “Ugh, did someone die in here?”

The chief turned to his driver with a stern stare. The officer gulped replying in a hurried accent, “Chief.”

Steiner shook his head responding, “This is place is self automatic, Abbey. Occasionally an assigned janitor comes here once in awhile and takes care of the place, but this building is maintained by a VI.”

The door behind them closed shut making the Englishman jump. The steel door echoed in the dark room. A single light above them flicked on. It shone brightly in the small cubical hallway. The officer, Jake Abbey, muttered looking up into the light, “A Virtual Intelligence? Sounds sweet. So, we are not alone?”

Taking a flashlight from his pocket, the chief responded with a nod and flicked it on, “Yes. Come along, officer. Time to learn new things.”

“Yes chief,” Jake muttered watching the chief approach another door.

The second door was different from the one that opened before. It was made of hardwood. The chief knocked. It made two rhythmic tones. He paused for two seconds and finished it with a final knock. The door lock clicked. Grabbing the handle, he turned and opened the door slowly. It creaked. Darkness was before them. Taking the flashlight, he beamed the light into the dark. Jake peered in from behind his shoulder and inquired, “If it’s self automatic, why won’t the lights automatically turn on.”

Steiner sighed and responded looking around for a light switch, “Because a VI doesn’t need lightning. It’s watching us right now. Besides, it saves on energy if all this building is only for maintaining a radio signal for communication. Only the janitor, who is required to have base knowledge of technology and graduated from a college, comes here regularly to maintain and keep this communication station active. Automatic lights are not required, so got to find a light switch.”

The single beam from the flashlight shone across the room. Steiner pointed the light to his left. He muttered to himself finding the switch. Touching it, he flicked it. A loud clank resounded across the room as the lighting came on slowly. He muttered shuffling across the small room, “Welcome to the bat cave.”

Jake looked around wide eyed. He muttered with an astonished tone entering the doorway, “Whoa.”

In the small building, it only had several chairs, a single bed, a bar, and a kitchen on the first floor. On the right of the fridge was a door that headed into a closet as well as a bathroom. A muffled footstep from the officer’s boots hit the floorboards. It echoed around the small room and reverberated toward the top floor which was a balcony with the radio room and a living room.

Steiner harrumph with a response, “If you think this looks cool, you should meet the guy. Annoyingly smart-ass and irritating to be around but makes a damn good burger. Stickler to protocol and would rather you don’t touch anything that belongs to him. That includes the water from the faucet in the sink. He makes me have to use the sanitizing wipes whenever I see him. Busy as hell as this is not the only place he maintains. He has about ninety others across the country from here south to Utah. I haven’t seen him around Seattle for over two years. Last time I saw him, I indicted him for trespassing.”

Jake wandered close to the wall with the hanged pictures. It was of a scrawny guy with glasses and dark hair. He moved to touch the picture, but a whistle from behind him warned him. He remembered and kept his finger close to his pocket. Jake inquired with a gulp, “Who is this guy and what did he do?”

Steiner made one step on the stairs and took his handkerchief out replying, “Odin Kane. He needed some supplies, so he went into storage and broke the lock. When we caught him, he said he forgot his keys and wanted some microchips. He wouldn’t say what it was for, but I had no choice but to arrest him. He broke into a storage belonging to a company. Since getting out, this place had been quiet for a while. Usually, when a place like this had been abandoned after two years, the V.I. system automatically hires a new janitor. It hasn’t yet because the current janitor didn’t quit this station. For some reason, his name is still in this system but we don’t quite sure know why. He was always queer that way.”

Jake turned to his chief and nodded. Steiner placed the handkerchief on the railing and walked up. His boots echoed with each steps as he made his way to the top. The officer followed him to the stairs and placed his foot on the first step. His chief spoke from the top, “I wouldn’t touch the railing either if you know what’s good for you. This place is sterile, so clean that one fingertip in his pictures or the counter-top of the bar and he would sue us purely out of spite no matter what working relation he has with the law. He was never a good sociable person. Still makes a damned good burger though. The only thing he needs to work on is his attitude but that’s just my opinion.”

“Yes chief,” Jake mumbled placing his hands in his pocket and walked up the stairs.

Steiner walked past the living room space and entered the open glass doorway into the technological radio room. With the handkerchief, he flicked a few switches and typed in his password. The small television screen in front of him flicked on with Kane’s image. He responded recognizing the chief’s fingerprint, “Welcome back, chief. Hope you haven’t touched anything I touched.”

It was an automated message, but the chief muttered ignoring the screen, “Haven’t seen you in two years, so I wouldn’t start that line now. Smart-ass.”

Jake appeared through the doorway beside him and looked at the screen. He raised his eyebrow and inquired, “Can he see us?”

Steiner shook his head and flicked the screen with the back of his nail, “No. It’s just his answering machine. Check the time-stamp. He always updates it when he is here. The stamp is over two years old.”

Jake watched his chief at work. Steiner used his handkerchief to flick a few more switches and typed on the keyboard. The machine shuddered making a few intones. A clank sound came from somewhere as the machine rumbled. The television screen flicked off. A few words appeared and displayed.

Steiner blew a sigh and rubbed the tip of his nose responding, “Communication reset. Now we wait a few minutes.” A few seconds after he said it, the lights in the small communications station shut off. It plummeted them into complete darkness. The only light came from the radio station beamed brightly.


Skye remained seated on the chair. He was growing impatient. After thirty minutes of waiting, the doctor approached the waiting room. The agent stood as the doctor approached speaking, “Agent, it is a good thing you brought her here quickly as possible. A second sooner and we would have lost her. She should never have discharged herself from the hospital. She is still in coma.”

Skye responded with concern, “She seemed alright last night.”

“Last night,” the doctor inquired oddly and spoke confusing the agent, “It hasn’t been last night. It was more like three days.”

“What,” the agent inquired with confusion.

The doctor replied, “Something happened to us in the past few days. We don’t know the exact cause, but we have been taking people in here that lost days. We lost a few people because we didn’t get to them sooner. Your sister is hooked up into a machine. If you want to see her, follow me then but you would have to view from the observational room.”

Skye nodded following him, “Of course doctor. I do want to see her.”

The emergency doors to the ICU opened automatically. The agent followed the doctor. They passed a few corridors and more doors before stopping at the last door to the right. Kates opened it and showed him in, “This way to the observational room, agent. I will be with you in a second. I have other patients.”

Skye nodded entering the room. The doctor closed the door. Approaching the glass window, he looked through to see his sister lying on the bed. Placing his hand on the window, he responded, “Sara, if you are listening right now please stay alive. Hang in there.”

Sara, who was still strapped into the bed and comatose, remained unmoving and stationary. The machine scanned and monitored her body system. It seemed harmless.


Outside in the streets, sirens blared. Several police cars blockaded the street surrounding the crashed medical truck. It was its side. The passenger door was open. Several police officers were around the doorway peering inside. Inside the back, Parker sprawled across the toppled stretcher on the side. He was jerked awake by the sounds of the sirens. Opening his mouth, the sergeant gasped for air. The yellow tint on his eyes glowed and fangs remained in his mouth.

Parker pushed himself off the fallen stretcher with his hand and gazed upon the broken mirror near him. Grabbing the largest piece, he looked at the image of himself and gasped. He watched his eyes returned to the normal dark human eyes. Opening his mouth, he touched his fang and hissed in pain. His fangs retracted slowly. With confusion and fear, he yelled out tossing the shard of the mirror. It shattered against the floor before falling into a heap among other piles.

Parker gasped in pain holding his hand. He slashed his skin with the mirror. It bled for a few seconds before it began to shift. It regenerated as the scar disappeared. Puzzled, he looked around the area. Everything was a mess. All the items were on the floor. From his left was the broken body of a medical technician. His neck was snapped in two. A shout from behind him startled the sergeant. He turned toward the knock as someone inquired, “Anyone in there alright? I’m coming in!”

A head popped in as the police officer appeared in his uniform. He asked in a concerned tone recognizing him, “Sergeant, you alright? What happened?”

“Uhh,” Parker muttered. Squinting his eyes, he groaned trying to think, but his mind was a blank. He tried to be focused, but it was a blur. Quickly, he backed out of the small area and through the small opening.

The officer helped him to his feet and inquired again, “Sir?”

Parker shook his head to get out of the daze. He responded, “I don’t know. I don’t remember.”

The officer spoke questioning him, “You sure? I saw the other occupant in there. Is he alright?”

The sergeant shook his head again resting his hand on the frame of the topside doorway. He responded, “He is dead. His neck is broken.”

The officer assessed the situation and replied, “Right. You sure you don’t know what happened? You were back there when it all went to shit.”

Parker glared at him and growled with a response, “What are you saying?”

The officer shrugged and replied nonchalantly, “Well, for one you are standing and they are not. It was a pretty big crash. You should be on the ground with injuries. You have none. Forgive me for saying this sir, but I half expected you to be bleeding from head to toe. You wanna explain?”

Parker was clueless with a blank expression. He shrugged and repeated his last statement with an irritable tone, “I don’t know. I don’t remember. I was knocked out.”

The officer raised his hands with his open palms toward him. He responded calmly, “Okay, chill. I was only asking. I’ll drop it. Come this way, sir.”

Curious, Parker followed the officer around the truck. He noticed the unconscious driver on the ground. The officers on the group rushed to save the driver. The officer responded, “We just got communications up from the ground so we called for another medical truck. It should be on its way. We need to save the driver so he can tell us what happened. The only witness we have to the crash is the one lying on the ground right now. You can’t even tell us anything, sir. Let me take you to the hospital.”

Parker looked at him and inquired with a single word, “Why?”

The officer shrugged leading him to the car. He spoke, “Just a routine check up to make sure you’re alright. You still seem a bit out of it and you were on your way to the emergency room anyways.”

The sergeant processed his meaning and nodded. It was logical. Walking around to the front passenger side, Parker entered as the officer took the driver side. The engine started as the car pulled out the parking zone. Its siren was off but he drove the car across the shimmering holo tape and into the street.


Back at the communications hub, the lights flicked on. Jake looked up and exhaled taking his hands out of his pocket. He massaged his wrists. The chief muttered with praise as the systems uploaded, “Yes! We’re back. Communications are up,” looking at his officer, he pointed at a radio, “Abbey, take the radio. Contact the station.”

Jake responded taking out his gloves from his pocket. He put them on and turned the radio. It crackled to life. However, it was stuck to one channel as a flow of voices came through. He listened closely and responded, “Sir. Listen to this.”

A jumble of voices came together as the screen attempted to translate them. Both the chief and his driver listened to the cacophony of voices together. They were of fear and confusion.

What happened? Has it been three days? Wher-

Sir, are you alright? What’s going on?

…Help me. Help!

I don’t know! What is going on! Where am I?

Wait…what is this?

With his gloved hands on the machine itself, Jake listened with concern and wide opened eyes. Steiner approached his side with curiosity as he turned the knob to increase the pitch.

What is this? Something is happening! AAAHHH!

Look out! He set himself on fire! Get the water! What? He isn’t in any pain? He should be…

Watch out! NOOO!

Oh my god! This isn’t happening. How does a man get set on fire and not feel pain?

Jake responded shaking his head, “What is going on sir? Three days? That can’t be right. What are they saying? We were unconscious for a few days and then there is this talk of a man set on fire.”

“Shh,” the chief hushed him listening to the chatter of the radio. He responded, “Contact the station. I have a feeling the day isn’t over yet. Meanwhile, I’m calling Cade.”

“Yes sir,” Jake responded turning the knob switching to another channel. He spoke, “This is comms station one calling headquarters. Anyone respond. This is Officer Abbey to-”

Steiner walked away from him and toward the living area. Taking his cell phone, he turned it on and pressed a few buttons. He spoke, “Agent Cade-”


From the observational window, Skye watched his sister. A cell vibrated from his pocket. The chief gave it to him to replace the one he lost in the tunnel. It was for communication if something happened. He shuffled withdrawing the phone and clicked it on. Pressing it on his ear, he spoke, “I see you brought communications back, chief. Well done.”

The chief responded, “Don’t thank me yet, Agent. I know you want to be with your sister, but right now I need you to get to headquarters. Something has happened and you need to be in the loop.”

The agent became serious and spoke, “Yes chief. On my way.”

Closing the phone, he tapped the window and responded, “Hang in there, sis. I’ll see you again later.”

Skye left the room and headed out across the corridor toward the direction out of the hospital. He pondered to himself on what the chief said about the day not being over soon. The agent figured it had something to do with the shock-wave three days ago.

Back at the radio tower, Steiner put down his phone. Turning to the glass sliding door, he watched his officer work on the radio. With an exhale, he opened his mouth when his phone rang. Looking down, he looked at it. Seeing that it was from his deputy, he clicked it and spoke, “Mike. Where are you?”

The chief paused listening to the message, Chief?

The voice was different. Steiner became suspicious as he inquired, “Who is this? Where’s Mike?”

The voice spoke, I’m sorry sir. Mike Anderson was one of the bodies I sorted through. I found this phone on him and yours was the recent caller. He is dead.

The chief’s heart skipped a beat when he stopped in his tracks. Walking to the stairs, he sat down and rubbed his face thinking. The voice inquired, sir?

Rubbing his face, Steiner groaned. Shaking his head, he sighed sadly responding, “Thank you for telling me. What happened?”


The scene on the streets near the bridge and the other buildings surrounding it was desolate. Screams of terror and panic was far off. A wind gusted through the empty street as several papers tumbled past. A man in a hooded dark robe stood over the fallen deputy chief of police. On his wrapped hand was the phone next to his ear. Bending down to one knee as he crouched over the body, the man checked his pockets. Taking out the badge, he flipped it open and read the name. Michael Anderson. On it was his picture.

Picking it up, he read it as he spoke exhaling into the phone, “I found him like this. I don’t know exactly what happened but I can tell you this. His body was crushed and left on the side of the road. Something hit him and he died instantly. He wasn’t alone.”

The cloaked man paused and waited. There was silence in the phone. He inquired, “Sir?”

The chief’s sad tone crackled, Thank you. Will you stay there and give your report to the officers when they come to retrieve the body?

The man took the phone out of his ear and tossed it on Mike’s chest. Tossing the badge aside, he stood and placed his wrapped hands back into his pocket. The wind gusted blowing his robes as he walked away. The chief’s voice inquired, Hello? Are you still there? Hello?

The mysterious Samaritan walked along the streets keeping to himself. His hood was over his head. His face was covered and wrapped in bandages. The aura surrounding him was dark and ominous. Ahead of him, screams of fear and panic was heard as people were waking up slowly.

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