if it spreads? Something deep inside knew that it would.
This is your life. The world you knew is gone. I’ve met many while in prison that were institutionalized . That’s when you’ve been in prison so long that the world no longer makes sense. The world has left you for dead. I never thought it would happen to me, but now it had. I wasted my life. I let money control my actions. Now what world was I going out too ?
I just needed to get back and report the news. Once out, I’d slide out, get away from this group. The leader of this group was already showing signs of a dictator . Until today I’ve always had respect for Sergeant Williams. I disliked sex offenders just as much as anyone else but to have them eaten alive, it was too extreme. I understood his reasoning for it, send a brutal message to those under you and scare them into following you. After all, I would never have done this had it not been for the fear.
I shouldn’t have been smoking those cigarettes . It was going to make it a lot harder to run back . I laughed aloud at the thought. It was going to be a long time before the things left me alone. I grabbed some drinks and food and sat back in front of the television. Watching the pictures of destruction and hoped that I’d wake up back in my prison cell, not in this hell on Earth.
Chapter 24
09/18/2004 1045 Hours
Daniel
I was sitting inside in one of my barbershop chairs drinking my second cup of coffee when there was a large bang, or was it a crash? Either way, a thundering explosion followed it. It was so loud that it shook me right out of the chair. I spilt my coffee on the floor, luckily not a single drop landed on my clothing, just on my hand and wrist. I threw the Styrofoam cup into the wireframe trash bin by the door, shaking my hand dry as I stepped outside. There was smoke billowing from behind the buildings in front of my store. Downtown Main Street practically mirrored itself where the shops begun for five full blocks. The only discrepancy was the large three-story behemoth to the left of my shop.
I heard the bells from the door of the bookstore and looked over to see Phil and Janet the owners come running out with David the town bum behind them.
“Can you believe it Daniel?” Phil said in a frightened tone.
“Believe what? What’s going on around here?”
“We’re being attacked.”
“Attacked by what?”
“Haven’t you turned on the television yet?”
The statement offended me slightly. I didn’t own a television and never planned to buy one. Ten years ago, I owned one for a few weeks. Having a television in your home was like opening a portal into a world where moral guidelines didn’t exist. With each channel change, you never knew what awaited you on the other side.
“No, I don’t own a television.” Every time I made that statement I always received strange looks, even David gave me a strange look. “Well, tell me what’s going on?”
“There was an explosion at Clearwater Correctional Institution this morning. Then a few minutes ago, there were reports of people acting strange. Next thing you know there is chaos all over Clearwater.”
“Maybe we should go back inside Phil.” Janet said just before grabbing his hand.
“Wait Janet, we need to find out what caused that explosion. Someone could be in trouble.” I agreed with Phil. This was our town.
Sounds of sirens were coming from the library’s end of Main Street.Three police cruisers were heading in our direction. Before my eyes could focus on the cars to make out who was driving, they pasted us. They must have been going around three times the twenty mile per hour posted speed limit, and they weren’t even going towards where the loud blooming sound, some police.
“Things must be bad that way, if they aren’t stopping here to find out what caused that explosion.” Janet said.
“Well if they aren’t going to check , we need to.”
“I agree Phil.”
I crossed the street with
This is your life. The world you knew is gone. I’ve met many while in prison that were institutionalized . That’s when you’ve been in prison so long that the world no longer makes sense. The world has left you for dead. I never thought it would happen to me, but now it had. I wasted my life. I let money control my actions. Now what world was I going out too ?
I just needed to get back and report the news. Once out, I’d slide out, get away from this group. The leader of this group was already showing signs of a dictator . Until today I’ve always had respect for Sergeant Williams. I disliked sex offenders just as much as anyone else but to have them eaten alive, it was too extreme. I understood his reasoning for it, send a brutal message to those under you and scare them into following you. After all, I would never have done this had it not been for the fear.
I shouldn’t have been smoking those cigarettes . It was going to make it a lot harder to run back . I laughed aloud at the thought. It was going to be a long time before the things left me alone. I grabbed some drinks and food and sat back in front of the television. Watching the pictures of destruction and hoped that I’d wake up back in my prison cell, not in this hell on Earth.
Chapter 24
09/18/2004 1045 Hours
Daniel
I was sitting inside in one of my barbershop chairs drinking my second cup of coffee when there was a large bang, or was it a crash? Either way, a thundering explosion followed it. It was so loud that it shook me right out of the chair. I spilt my coffee on the floor, luckily not a single drop landed on my clothing, just on my hand and wrist. I threw the Styrofoam cup into the wireframe trash bin by the door, shaking my hand dry as I stepped outside. There was smoke billowing from behind the buildings in front of my store. Downtown Main Street practically mirrored itself where the shops begun for five full blocks. The only discrepancy was the large three-story behemoth to the left of my shop.
I heard the bells from the door of the bookstore and looked over to see Phil and Janet the owners come running out with David the town bum behind them.
“Can you believe it Daniel?” Phil said in a frightened tone.
“Believe what? What’s going on around here?”
“We’re being attacked.”
“Attacked by what?”
“Haven’t you turned on the television yet?”
The statement offended me slightly. I didn’t own a television and never planned to buy one. Ten years ago, I owned one for a few weeks. Having a television in your home was like opening a portal into a world where moral guidelines didn’t exist. With each channel change, you never knew what awaited you on the other side.
“No, I don’t own a television.” Every time I made that statement I always received strange looks, even David gave me a strange look. “Well, tell me what’s going on?”
“There was an explosion at Clearwater Correctional Institution this morning. Then a few minutes ago, there were reports of people acting strange. Next thing you know there is chaos all over Clearwater.”
“Maybe we should go back inside Phil.” Janet said just before grabbing his hand.
“Wait Janet, we need to find out what caused that explosion. Someone could be in trouble.” I agreed with Phil. This was our town.
Sounds of sirens were coming from the library’s end of Main Street.Three police cruisers were heading in our direction. Before my eyes could focus on the cars to make out who was driving, they pasted us. They must have been going around three times the twenty mile per hour posted speed limit, and they weren’t even going towards where the loud blooming sound, some police.
“Things must be bad that way, if they aren’t stopping here to find out what caused that explosion.” Janet said.
“Well if they aren’t going to check , we need to.”
“I agree Phil.”
I crossed the street with
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