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to waste.
“That’s affirmative. After an incident
involving what the military is calling a neutron
device malfunction, there are regrettably no
survivors around the probe.”
Dismay filled Spencer. “Damn you, Eric.
Why didn’t you just listen to me?”
After a pause another voice filled the
airways. “This is Major General George
Lancaster. The President is issuing a state of
emergency and calling for a complete evacuation
of Manhattan, south New York and the
surrounding Burroughs. In addition, starting
tomorrow morning the states of New Jersey,
Maryland, Connecticut, and Pennsylvania will be
orderly evacuated according to hurricane
guidelines because similar phenomena have been
reported in those states. Details are being routed
to local authorities for the timeline.” The
general’s voice boomed with great authority,
“This is not a drill. You are to evacuate New
York City immediately!”
Spencer turned off the radio as the deejay
parroted the general’s evacuation orders. Spencer
hurriedly packed all of the food and water he
could load into his car. After piling in some other
various provisions, he returned to his room for a
few personal items, knowing that it was only a
matter of time before whatever killed Eric and
everybody else at Times Square would emerge to
strike at the rest of the world.
Or has it already begun ? He wondered.
Spencer figured he would need something to help
him remain sane while he was on the run from
death, something to calm him. Although he had
never been very religious, his Holy Bible seemed
like the best choice. He also took up his Glock
and the three loaded clips that he kept in the top
drawer of his dresser. He looked around in
disbelief before leaving his room for the last
time.
Thrusting his key into the car ignition,
Spencer turned the radio on to track any new
disturbances and shifted into drive. Chaos
flooded the streets in the form of tens of
thousands of people who were clinging to
anything with wheels trying to get out of town.
All these people are blindly panicking.
Which way should I go?
Spencer hit the gas and peeled out. He felt
he had to check on Eunice, he knew she had a
pacemaker and could be having trouble if she
realized her grandson had just been obliterated.
She was the closest thing to family he had now,
but that could change. Anything could happen
with all the insanity that surrounded him.
As he turned into Eunice’s gravel
driveway, Spencer saw the security screen was
open, banging against the outside wall as the
wind gusted. Spencer stopped and pulled himself
out of his car. Racing to the door Spencer
reached out and grabbed the door knob. It opened
with a single twist.
“MRS. FREDRICKS!”
Spencer dashed inside and into the next
room looking for the old woman. She was
nowhere to be seen. Passing the living room he
heard faint white noise.
The television in the front room was on;
static covered the screen, a televised white out. A
lavender floral pattern dress and a lilac colored
sweater were tossed on the back of the couch and
a steaming cup of coffee sat on the end table.
Spencer stood in the living room entry in
shock. There was nothing more he could do.
Eunice had been taken. No sign of struggle, no
sign of anything wrong. Just like the others that
disappeared a few days ago. Rapture? Spencer
headed for the front door. Everybody he knew
was dead or mysteriously vanished. He hoped to
his core those that vanished were looking down
on him from heaven.
Sitting in the driver’s seat of his GTO he
started the engine and peeled out. There was no
way of knowing how long the chaos would last,
or how far it had spread. He had to leave Newark
behind. Leaving alone was no longer a choice; it
was his only option. Alone again.
The evacuation order from the radio
played back in Spencer’s head as a plan formed,
a plan on the best way to flee the city. He would
stick to the back roads as long as he could, then
find his way to Miami, and maybe catch a boat to
Mexico or