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Authors: L.I. Albemont
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bodies of the fallen and Rome concluded large numbers of the legion had deserted. Soldiers from Legion VI Victrix were sent to the region later in that same year but had similar problems with “desertions”.
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Note: See records found in Folio V, cached herein entitled “Egyptian tombs and Howard Carter journals.”
Bea tried to contain her excitement. As an historian she marveled over the slim set of circumstances that allowed this ancient document to survive the long ages and resurface here, on the glowing blue background of her computer. Obviously Sylvie thought the correlation between this ancient and obscure border skirmish and what was happening now was important. There were similarities and perhaps the rest of the folder also dealt with the illness.
Downloading the documents to a flash drive she then decided she wanted hard copies of all of it. Hands trembling she finally found printer paper and, crossing her fingers that she wasn’t low on ink, hit print. The old Cannon printer stuttered into life and began printing.
As the pages began to stack up, reality reared its ugly head and the metal gates clanged again. She looked out. The air was smoky and the snow looked dirty in places. A crowd had gathered outside on the sidewalk but that wasn’t the worst of it. The worst was what had attracted them in the first place. The dead nurse had found her way outside the main house and over to the gates, stumbling against them over and over again, attracted by who knows what outside.
She stood to one side of the window and watched them. They all had those white eyes, as if they had a film over them and she wondered if they could see at all. They seemed to be bumping into each other randomly, paying no real attention to their surroundings.
“See? They’re dead; you can tell from their eyes being all dried up.” Brian, awake now but still in his pajamas, joined her beside the window and peered out.
“They’re sick, Brian. And don’t stand in front of the window where they might see you.”
“They can’t see, Bea. Watch.” He moved right up against the window and waved his arms up and down, making faces at the crowd. None of them reacted. Bea grabbed his arm and pulled him away.
“Don’t ever do that again! We don’t want to attract any attention we don’t have to!” she said, appalled that he would take a chance like that.
“Doesn’t matter. They didn’t see me. Calm down.” He opened the refrigerator door and stood there inspecting the contents.
Bea let their stored water run out of the tub and took a shower, then made Brian to do the same. She checked their backpacks and added the flash drive to hers. She had a feeling they were in more danger now with the virus inside the wall and might need to bug out at any moment. They had to stay ready. Brian emerged from the bathroom. She turned the water on to fill the bathtub up again.
Someone banged thunderously on the kitchen door. She stifled a scream and went for the gun on the table in the front room. It wasn’t there. She went cold. Where was it? Frantically searching the floor and under furniture she found nothing. Digging in her backpack she pulled out the second revolver and holding it carefully she walked down the short hallway to the kitchen.
Brian stood in front of the kitchen door, holding the missing revolver and aiming it at the driver outside. Strips of gray skin hung down from his face forming a horrible fringe around his neck and shoulders. His lips were gone and his teeth, stained red and broken, were visible in a permanent, sneering grin. The door trembled under his fists and as they stood there, one of the glass panes cracked.
“Brian, give me the gun and go in the bedroom,” she whispered.
Bea pulled on her boots, never taking her eyes off the driver. His eyes, like those of the people at the gate, were clouded over with white. He was completely focused on the door but didn’t seem to actually see her . She didn’t
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Note: See records found in Folio V, cached herein entitled “Egyptian tombs and Howard Carter journals.”
Bea tried to contain her excitement. As an historian she marveled over the slim set of circumstances that allowed this ancient document to survive the long ages and resurface here, on the glowing blue background of her computer. Obviously Sylvie thought the correlation between this ancient and obscure border skirmish and what was happening now was important. There were similarities and perhaps the rest of the folder also dealt with the illness.
Downloading the documents to a flash drive she then decided she wanted hard copies of all of it. Hands trembling she finally found printer paper and, crossing her fingers that she wasn’t low on ink, hit print. The old Cannon printer stuttered into life and began printing.
As the pages began to stack up, reality reared its ugly head and the metal gates clanged again. She looked out. The air was smoky and the snow looked dirty in places. A crowd had gathered outside on the sidewalk but that wasn’t the worst of it. The worst was what had attracted them in the first place. The dead nurse had found her way outside the main house and over to the gates, stumbling against them over and over again, attracted by who knows what outside.
She stood to one side of the window and watched them. They all had those white eyes, as if they had a film over them and she wondered if they could see at all. They seemed to be bumping into each other randomly, paying no real attention to their surroundings.
“See? They’re dead; you can tell from their eyes being all dried up.” Brian, awake now but still in his pajamas, joined her beside the window and peered out.
“They’re sick, Brian. And don’t stand in front of the window where they might see you.”
“They can’t see, Bea. Watch.” He moved right up against the window and waved his arms up and down, making faces at the crowd. None of them reacted. Bea grabbed his arm and pulled him away.
“Don’t ever do that again! We don’t want to attract any attention we don’t have to!” she said, appalled that he would take a chance like that.
“Doesn’t matter. They didn’t see me. Calm down.” He opened the refrigerator door and stood there inspecting the contents.
Bea let their stored water run out of the tub and took a shower, then made Brian to do the same. She checked their backpacks and added the flash drive to hers. She had a feeling they were in more danger now with the virus inside the wall and might need to bug out at any moment. They had to stay ready. Brian emerged from the bathroom. She turned the water on to fill the bathtub up again.
Someone banged thunderously on the kitchen door. She stifled a scream and went for the gun on the table in the front room. It wasn’t there. She went cold. Where was it? Frantically searching the floor and under furniture she found nothing. Digging in her backpack she pulled out the second revolver and holding it carefully she walked down the short hallway to the kitchen.
Brian stood in front of the kitchen door, holding the missing revolver and aiming it at the driver outside. Strips of gray skin hung down from his face forming a horrible fringe around his neck and shoulders. His lips were gone and his teeth, stained red and broken, were visible in a permanent, sneering grin. The door trembled under his fists and as they stood there, one of the glass panes cracked.
“Brian, give me the gun and go in the bedroom,” she whispered.
Bea pulled on her boots, never taking her eyes off the driver. His eyes, like those of the people at the gate, were clouded over with white. He was completely focused on the door but didn’t seem to actually see her . She didn’t
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