Salvation: Secret Apocalypse Book 5 (A Secret Apocalypse Story) by James Harden Page B
Authors: James Harden
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he
can’t feel it. But then this theory is trashed, when all of a sudden he starts
screaming.
And now I can
see the nano-virus. The nano-swarm.
Slowly but
surely it has eaten its way through his flesh and skin. It looks like he is
surrounded by fruit flies or gnats or mosquitoes or some kind of swarm of tiny
insects. And then the swarm gets larger and darker and he continues to scream.
Jack, Kim and I
are frozen in shock.
George screams
louder and I know the infected are on their way to us.
The swarm is
bigger now. It continues to grow and grow. It continues to eat George. It has
almost engulfed him completely. It is swarming around him, like a tornado, a
tornado that is alive.
I hear the
familiar hissing sound of the swarm.
Like a snake.
George is
bleeding profusely. He is standing in a pool of blood. And I’m not sure if he
slips in the blood, or if the nano-swarm trips his legs, but all of a sudden he
hits the floor and now he is on his back, writhing in pain and agony.
And choking.
And then he
stops screaming and choking.
George’s face
and head are completely covered in blood, and I can’t tell if he has eyes
anymore.
He stops
breathing.
And then his
body is disassembled and taken apart, like soldier ants swarming and eating a
larger prey. A memory of a time lapse video from some other documentary I watched
once upon a time, when people were able to sit back and watch documentaries,
flashes across my mind. A time lapse video of a swarm of ants eating a large
scorpion. The scorpion’s arms and legs are removed and taken away. Its tail.
Its head. Its body.
Everything.
What’s left of
George’s body is dragged out of the room by the swarm and I think he is already
dead but he’s not. As his body is dragged out of the room, his one remaining
arm, and his one remaining hand, and his last remaining fingers latch onto the
door frame.
And he holds on
for dear life.
But then the
swarm intensifies and his fingers disintegrate and fall apart and disappear.
And then what’s left of his body finally goes limp.
And then George
is finally dead and gone, and the swarm is gone.
Chapter 19
There is a trail of blood that leads out of the holding cell into the corridor.
There are bits
of clothes here and there. Bits of George’s tie.
Why
the hell was he still wearing a tie?
I see the gun.
Nothing else.
From somewhere down
the other end of the corridor we can hear the infected. We can hear their
howling, moaning screams. We can hear their running footsteps.
Jack is staring
at the pieces of George’s clothes and the trail of blood that leads out of the
room and off into the dark and he says, “What the hell was that? What the hell
just happened? Was that a nano-swarm?”
“Yeah,” I
whisper, feeling numb and sick at the same time.
“It was inside
him?”
“Yeah.”
“How?”
“It was put
there. By a psychopath.”
“What?”
I lean down and
pick up George’s name tag. The name tag he was clutching as he stood in front
of us, as he stood dying and threatening to kill us.
In the passport
sized photo he is not smiling because I don’t think you’re allowed to smile in
ID photos anymore. Something to do with facial recognition computers.
“Let’s go,” Kim
says. “Into the prison. Come on. It’s our only chance.”
Kim picks up the
gun. She wipes the blood on her pants.
And I know it’s
the right thing to do. I know we need to move. If we don’t move we are dead.
But I am absolutely paralyzed. I have just witnessed my own death. I look at my
watch. In exactly fifty hours and twenty-six minutes, I am going to suffer the
same fate as George Walters, prison administrator. The warden.
I feel like
throwing up.
But Jack grabs
me by the hand and gets me moving. “Come on!”
I slide George’s
name tag into my pocket. I do this because I fear that when it’s my time, I
might need a physical reminder to not become like the warden.
I
must not lose myself.
We step out into
the
can’t feel it. But then this theory is trashed, when all of a sudden he starts
screaming.
And now I can
see the nano-virus. The nano-swarm.
Slowly but
surely it has eaten its way through his flesh and skin. It looks like he is
surrounded by fruit flies or gnats or mosquitoes or some kind of swarm of tiny
insects. And then the swarm gets larger and darker and he continues to scream.
Jack, Kim and I
are frozen in shock.
George screams
louder and I know the infected are on their way to us.
The swarm is
bigger now. It continues to grow and grow. It continues to eat George. It has
almost engulfed him completely. It is swarming around him, like a tornado, a
tornado that is alive.
I hear the
familiar hissing sound of the swarm.
Like a snake.
George is
bleeding profusely. He is standing in a pool of blood. And I’m not sure if he
slips in the blood, or if the nano-swarm trips his legs, but all of a sudden he
hits the floor and now he is on his back, writhing in pain and agony.
And choking.
And then he
stops screaming and choking.
George’s face
and head are completely covered in blood, and I can’t tell if he has eyes
anymore.
He stops
breathing.
And then his
body is disassembled and taken apart, like soldier ants swarming and eating a
larger prey. A memory of a time lapse video from some other documentary I watched
once upon a time, when people were able to sit back and watch documentaries,
flashes across my mind. A time lapse video of a swarm of ants eating a large
scorpion. The scorpion’s arms and legs are removed and taken away. Its tail.
Its head. Its body.
Everything.
What’s left of
George’s body is dragged out of the room by the swarm and I think he is already
dead but he’s not. As his body is dragged out of the room, his one remaining
arm, and his one remaining hand, and his last remaining fingers latch onto the
door frame.
And he holds on
for dear life.
But then the
swarm intensifies and his fingers disintegrate and fall apart and disappear.
And then what’s left of his body finally goes limp.
And then George
is finally dead and gone, and the swarm is gone.
Chapter 19
There is a trail of blood that leads out of the holding cell into the corridor.
There are bits
of clothes here and there. Bits of George’s tie.
Why
the hell was he still wearing a tie?
I see the gun.
Nothing else.
From somewhere down
the other end of the corridor we can hear the infected. We can hear their
howling, moaning screams. We can hear their running footsteps.
Jack is staring
at the pieces of George’s clothes and the trail of blood that leads out of the
room and off into the dark and he says, “What the hell was that? What the hell
just happened? Was that a nano-swarm?”
“Yeah,” I
whisper, feeling numb and sick at the same time.
“It was inside
him?”
“Yeah.”
“How?”
“It was put
there. By a psychopath.”
“What?”
I lean down and
pick up George’s name tag. The name tag he was clutching as he stood in front
of us, as he stood dying and threatening to kill us.
In the passport
sized photo he is not smiling because I don’t think you’re allowed to smile in
ID photos anymore. Something to do with facial recognition computers.
“Let’s go,” Kim
says. “Into the prison. Come on. It’s our only chance.”
Kim picks up the
gun. She wipes the blood on her pants.
And I know it’s
the right thing to do. I know we need to move. If we don’t move we are dead.
But I am absolutely paralyzed. I have just witnessed my own death. I look at my
watch. In exactly fifty hours and twenty-six minutes, I am going to suffer the
same fate as George Walters, prison administrator. The warden.
I feel like
throwing up.
But Jack grabs
me by the hand and gets me moving. “Come on!”
I slide George’s
name tag into my pocket. I do this because I fear that when it’s my time, I
might need a physical reminder to not become like the warden.
I
must not lose myself.
We step out into
the
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