the
crossing, ensuring no vehicular traffic. Requests for Air Chopper Three to fly
overhead have been denied by local FAA officials. We have received similar
reports from people in the communities of Murrysville, Leechburg, Vandergrift
and Burrell, that all access into Upper Apollo has been restricted.”
The camera man waves his hand to try and get John’s
attention, but John continues his soliloquy.
“This area is obviously no stranger to controversial events.
One only has to go back to the final week of 1979, when the now infamous duo of
Lesko and Travaglia started on an alleged killing spree that traversed the New
Year. One of the last victims of that ‘thrill kill’ spree spent the final
moments of his life right where I am standing, and died on this very bridge,
which now carries bears his name. Just fourteen years earlier, 1965, the area
was again mired in controversy over the then dubbed ‘Apollo Affair’ which saw
the NUMEC corporation loose over 200 pounds of uranium. I do not know exactly
what is happening now, but I suspect it has something to do with the Syscorp
complex and the mysterious vehicle accident that occurred just days ago.
Reporting live, from controversial downtown Apollo, this is John Macgregor back
to you in the studio.”
The camera man, Burt Piernersky, takes the camera away from
his shoulder. “Ah, hey John, I just thought you should know, that did not go
out live. Something happened as soon as you started talking. I got it all on
film, so it can be broadcast later.”
“What the hell do you mean we lost the live feed? Call the
station right now, get Harry on the line. We are out here breaking the law,
probably risking our lives and that son of a bitch Harry cut our live feed, I
am going to have his ass.”
“John, look man, I don’t think the station did anything, and
my cell phone isn’t working either; check yours and see if you have a signal.”
“Mine is dead too. Huh?”
“John, what exactly did you mean by breaking the law?”
“Burt, you dumb ass, we are about five miles inside of a secure
containment area. The military might even shoot us if they catch us.” He winks
at Burt. “Alright, to hell with it, get in the van; let’s get out of here
before the military does show up.”
Just then, John spots a group of people, behind the train on
the other side of the bridge. “Burt, hold on a minute, I think there are people
over there.” John points as he dashes across the bridge.
Burt whines. “John come on; let’s just get out of here.” But
he knows better and follows John across the bridge, camera at the ready.
John slides under the train head first, and calls for Burt
to turn on the camera, and do the same. Burt obliges John, but goes under feet
first. Burt cries out when John grabs his feet and roughly pulls him through.
“Knock it off John, that hurts and I almost dropped the
camera.”
He does drop the camera, once he is pulled the entire way
through. The camera continues to record, catching the group of zombies bite and
pull bloody chunks of flesh from John and Burt. Burt is still kicking and
trying to scream when the army jeep pulls up next to the news van on the
bridge. Unable to locate the reporter and camera man, the soldiers drive off.
Chapter 33
Captain Hellatoni has sent his group ahead and is trailing
the four men back to the bunker, after successfully laying down mines and
tripwires as an early warning defensive perimeter. He has decided that once the
entire group is back together, the ten of them will sweep the hallway in the
opposite direction, set up a similar defensive perimeter, and then hunker down
in the bunker unless the General says differently.
The soldiers have turned the corner, just as an explosion
resonates from the direction they had just retreated from. “You men continue
back to the bunker, set up a perimeter on the opposite hallway, and send one
man out to bring in the two sentries. Once everyone is in the bunker,
crossing, ensuring no vehicular traffic. Requests for Air Chopper Three to fly
overhead have been denied by local FAA officials. We have received similar
reports from people in the communities of Murrysville, Leechburg, Vandergrift
and Burrell, that all access into Upper Apollo has been restricted.”
The camera man waves his hand to try and get John’s
attention, but John continues his soliloquy.
“This area is obviously no stranger to controversial events.
One only has to go back to the final week of 1979, when the now infamous duo of
Lesko and Travaglia started on an alleged killing spree that traversed the New
Year. One of the last victims of that ‘thrill kill’ spree spent the final
moments of his life right where I am standing, and died on this very bridge,
which now carries bears his name. Just fourteen years earlier, 1965, the area
was again mired in controversy over the then dubbed ‘Apollo Affair’ which saw
the NUMEC corporation loose over 200 pounds of uranium. I do not know exactly
what is happening now, but I suspect it has something to do with the Syscorp
complex and the mysterious vehicle accident that occurred just days ago.
Reporting live, from controversial downtown Apollo, this is John Macgregor back
to you in the studio.”
The camera man, Burt Piernersky, takes the camera away from
his shoulder. “Ah, hey John, I just thought you should know, that did not go
out live. Something happened as soon as you started talking. I got it all on
film, so it can be broadcast later.”
“What the hell do you mean we lost the live feed? Call the
station right now, get Harry on the line. We are out here breaking the law,
probably risking our lives and that son of a bitch Harry cut our live feed, I
am going to have his ass.”
“John, look man, I don’t think the station did anything, and
my cell phone isn’t working either; check yours and see if you have a signal.”
“Mine is dead too. Huh?”
“John, what exactly did you mean by breaking the law?”
“Burt, you dumb ass, we are about five miles inside of a secure
containment area. The military might even shoot us if they catch us.” He winks
at Burt. “Alright, to hell with it, get in the van; let’s get out of here
before the military does show up.”
Just then, John spots a group of people, behind the train on
the other side of the bridge. “Burt, hold on a minute, I think there are people
over there.” John points as he dashes across the bridge.
Burt whines. “John come on; let’s just get out of here.” But
he knows better and follows John across the bridge, camera at the ready.
John slides under the train head first, and calls for Burt
to turn on the camera, and do the same. Burt obliges John, but goes under feet
first. Burt cries out when John grabs his feet and roughly pulls him through.
“Knock it off John, that hurts and I almost dropped the
camera.”
He does drop the camera, once he is pulled the entire way
through. The camera continues to record, catching the group of zombies bite and
pull bloody chunks of flesh from John and Burt. Burt is still kicking and
trying to scream when the army jeep pulls up next to the news van on the
bridge. Unable to locate the reporter and camera man, the soldiers drive off.
Chapter 33
Captain Hellatoni has sent his group ahead and is trailing
the four men back to the bunker, after successfully laying down mines and
tripwires as an early warning defensive perimeter. He has decided that once the
entire group is back together, the ten of them will sweep the hallway in the
opposite direction, set up a similar defensive perimeter, and then hunker down
in the bunker unless the General says differently.
The soldiers have turned the corner, just as an explosion
resonates from the direction they had just retreated from. “You men continue
back to the bunker, set up a perimeter on the opposite hallway, and send one
man out to bring in the two sentries. Once everyone is in the bunker,
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