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Authors: Michael Carr
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hand to help Chief out, but he is determined to do it himself and avoids the gesture.
They approach the base seeing the damage visible from Tonya’s entrance. Patrick, who is quite tall, slumps over to support his injured savior as he walks. He prays that the slow pace will let them pass as friendlies, but the advancing soldiers consider nothing safe. Before they can reach the base, armed guards wearing gas masks surround the two.
“You have entered government grounds without authorization…put your hands on top of your heads!”
Chief looks up at them with a shit-eating grin. “Does that seriously look possible, amigos?”
Patrick and Chief walk onto the base with a guard escort and their hands restrained. One of the soldiers assists chief. Once inside the building, they are forced to walk down an isolated hall passing a series of air-pressured blowers. They stop and look up as an intercom overhead makes an announcement, “Try not to breathe when you feel the air running against you.” The two look at each other with puffed-out cheeks and hold their breath momentarily. Continuing through the segregated hall, they look around but there is not much to view… just a vinyl-looking material that lines the walls and ceiling.
After they complete what is assumed to be a decontamination exercise they are quickly led through an institutional-looking hallway. They pass rooms with small windows that remind them of hospital rooms. Having only enough time to glance into the rooms, they are able to see medical beds and people in examination gowns. Their attention is quickly transferred to a soldier waiting for them at the end of the hall.
The soldiers usher them into a meeting room. Upon entry, they see Tonya seated at a beautiful oval mahogany table seemingly out of place in this stark room of bare floors and concrete walls painted in a sickening vomit green. As the guards remove the men’s cuffs and direct them to sit, Patrick looks around and notices the cool clean air coming from a large air vent in the ceiling...a welcome relief from the harsh elements to which they have become so accustomed.
The soldiers exit in silence. The door shuts and Tonya tells them, “They have Corey in an infirmary. You are ok, aren’t you Chief?”
Chief leans forward in his seat, “Oh…I can’t take a beating like I used to. Whatever that thing was, it was strong. It threw me on the ground like I was nothing!”
Patrick joins the conversation, “The bullets I fired just slightly peeled away that armor-like coating. What was that shit?”
Tonya cuts her eyes towards Patrick, “Did you two not hear what I said about Corey?”
Patrick and Chief look at each other puzzled, they are still caught up in the recent events since they last saw Tonya and Corey. Before they can respond, the door opens and an officer enters the room with a guard. The man is of obvious high rank, based on what his medals imply, “Look, I am General Anders and I’m going to give it to you straight. The three of you are lucky to be alive! Your approach to this base should have been considered an act of hostility. Who are you and why are you on my base?!”
The three look at each other in disbelief. Tonya jumps to her feet, “Excuse MEEE!?! In case you are not aware, there is a world turned upside down out there! We are just a fortunate few that have not been infected and came here for help. WE are the ones you are supposed to be protecting!”
The General slams both of his hands on the table, “You are trespassing! You are in MY sector! Now, what is your true purpose here?”
Tonya comes closer to the General, “For protection and to get medical treatment for our friend!” Bringing her hand over her nose, “Maybe we can assist you in finding a breath mint!”
Patrick and Chief chuckle. “Oh! My side!” Chief’s laugh stop short, the pain is intense.
The officer, unphased, barks, “This is not fun and games that you are dealing with you IDIOTS!!
They approach the base seeing the damage visible from Tonya’s entrance. Patrick, who is quite tall, slumps over to support his injured savior as he walks. He prays that the slow pace will let them pass as friendlies, but the advancing soldiers consider nothing safe. Before they can reach the base, armed guards wearing gas masks surround the two.
“You have entered government grounds without authorization…put your hands on top of your heads!”
Chief looks up at them with a shit-eating grin. “Does that seriously look possible, amigos?”
Patrick and Chief walk onto the base with a guard escort and their hands restrained. One of the soldiers assists chief. Once inside the building, they are forced to walk down an isolated hall passing a series of air-pressured blowers. They stop and look up as an intercom overhead makes an announcement, “Try not to breathe when you feel the air running against you.” The two look at each other with puffed-out cheeks and hold their breath momentarily. Continuing through the segregated hall, they look around but there is not much to view… just a vinyl-looking material that lines the walls and ceiling.
After they complete what is assumed to be a decontamination exercise they are quickly led through an institutional-looking hallway. They pass rooms with small windows that remind them of hospital rooms. Having only enough time to glance into the rooms, they are able to see medical beds and people in examination gowns. Their attention is quickly transferred to a soldier waiting for them at the end of the hall.
The soldiers usher them into a meeting room. Upon entry, they see Tonya seated at a beautiful oval mahogany table seemingly out of place in this stark room of bare floors and concrete walls painted in a sickening vomit green. As the guards remove the men’s cuffs and direct them to sit, Patrick looks around and notices the cool clean air coming from a large air vent in the ceiling...a welcome relief from the harsh elements to which they have become so accustomed.
The soldiers exit in silence. The door shuts and Tonya tells them, “They have Corey in an infirmary. You are ok, aren’t you Chief?”
Chief leans forward in his seat, “Oh…I can’t take a beating like I used to. Whatever that thing was, it was strong. It threw me on the ground like I was nothing!”
Patrick joins the conversation, “The bullets I fired just slightly peeled away that armor-like coating. What was that shit?”
Tonya cuts her eyes towards Patrick, “Did you two not hear what I said about Corey?”
Patrick and Chief look at each other puzzled, they are still caught up in the recent events since they last saw Tonya and Corey. Before they can respond, the door opens and an officer enters the room with a guard. The man is of obvious high rank, based on what his medals imply, “Look, I am General Anders and I’m going to give it to you straight. The three of you are lucky to be alive! Your approach to this base should have been considered an act of hostility. Who are you and why are you on my base?!”
The three look at each other in disbelief. Tonya jumps to her feet, “Excuse MEEE!?! In case you are not aware, there is a world turned upside down out there! We are just a fortunate few that have not been infected and came here for help. WE are the ones you are supposed to be protecting!”
The General slams both of his hands on the table, “You are trespassing! You are in MY sector! Now, what is your true purpose here?”
Tonya comes closer to the General, “For protection and to get medical treatment for our friend!” Bringing her hand over her nose, “Maybe we can assist you in finding a breath mint!”
Patrick and Chief chuckle. “Oh! My side!” Chief’s laugh stop short, the pain is intense.
The officer, unphased, barks, “This is not fun and games that you are dealing with you IDIOTS!!
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