*Warning: NSFW ahead.*
Thursday, April 28, 2016
03: Lights Out
02: Daybreak
Chloe Reagan & Mike Sanders
The glowing sun shone through the cold, steel bars of my cell from the only window in the hall. A room with a view, I laughed. At least the asshole cop who threw me in here had a sense of humor. An involuntary groan escaped through my nose as I rolled my body to the edge of the cot and rubbed my back to soothe it. I swear these things must be made of the rustiest metals on earth with stiff, old newspaper as stuffing. I’d have been better off sleeping on the floor. A rat scurried passed my foot at the notion and I watched it squeeze through a tiny hole in the wall. On second thought.
Wednesday, April 27, 2016
01: Affliction
Amélia Nunez
Hello. My name is Amélia. I work as an Executive Administrative Assistant at BioCore in Fairhaven…well I guess in my case worked. Let me explain. Today, the facility was the site of a massive reactor explosion which nearly leveled the entire building. Many of us became hopelessly trapped in the upper levels, myself included as I worked on the 5th floor, while others were lucky to escape the area that took the majority of the damage and make it safely out of the building.
I had been sitting at my desk working on some bullshit,
unimportant report my boss HAD to have at that exact moment even though,
technically, I was on lunch when I felt the rumble. It started small sort of
like the aftershock of an earthquake. But within seconds it had built up to a powerful
shake that exploded windows and killed the lights on every floor. I ducked
beneath my desk and waited for the thunderous roaring beneath my feet to stop
enough to make it to an exit. But it was only after the explosion ended the
real danger began.
05: Cover Up
Three vans poured into the center of Fairhaven, all of them
with the BioCore logo embossed on the side. Residents went on about their
normal routines, unaware of the dangers that lurked nearby. A hose was shoved
through the sliding door of one of the vehicles aimed at the park where several families
had gathered for the Fairhaven Round-up. It was an annual event that hosted
competitions ranging from bull riding to pig wrangling to ‘roping’ or lasso
techniques. There was even a petting zoo for the kids and a mechanical bull for
adventurous adults.
Several charities were on hand hoping to rouse a few new
donors for their cause. There were even booths set up for Girl Scouts to peddle
their cookies and homemade friendship bracelets. The sun shone above like a
radiant gem in the sky. For the middle of summer, the day was cooler than usual.
The slight breeze fanning through the mix of maple, oak and fir trees provided
a level of comfort that made the day absolutely perfect for this event.
Stopping just at the edge of the square, the driver put the
vehicle in park and waited. The canister concealed in the back of the bed
whirred to life, choking out a thick, odorless, tasteless liquid into the air. The
mist fell down like rain. Several people ran for cover while others, children mostly,
played beneath it in sheer delight. It lasted for a few minutes before the
spout recoiled back inside the vehicle and the BioCore vans drove out of the
area.
Tuesday, April 26, 2016
04: Critical Mass
Moving with purpose, Raymond’s feet carried him up the stairs to the Executive wing, passed the conference room packed to capacity with potential buyers and into the lavish office floor of the higher-ups. Each step burned with determination and anger all centered on one person. “What the hell is this?” Raymond demanded, storming into Ericka’s office and tossing a handful of photos on her desk. Photos taken by his assistant who had the gall to defy her Project’s Supervisor and sneak back into a restricted area three nights ago.
“And a good morning to you too, Dr. Bell,” Ericka said,
pushing the images to the side as she casually sipped from her morning tea.
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