EVO Universe 1: The First Read Free

near the airport there.”

    “Was he crippled or something?” Mark asked as they got off on the second floor of the building.

    “Took shrapnel to the chest from an I.A.D, badly burned left arm, and lost sight in his right eye …other than that pretty healthy,” Dustin responded.

    Mark now perplexed, “So how did she overpower a Marine? She kill him in his sleep?”

    Dustin’s face was one of disgust, “Worst…she injected him with a serious paralyzing neurotoxin…numbs everything except for nervous system…poor bastard felt everything…and get this…she did this after she banged him.”

    “How did she get a hold of…?” Mark began to ask.

    Dustin cut off his question, rushing with him following to get to the surveillance room, “She’s a licensed neurosurgeon, graduated with full scholarship to Texas Southwestern then she did her residency at Memorial Hermann till graduation and got a position there. Records show she lifted it from their research facility.”

    Mark threw out the driving question, “Okay, so how did she escape before her execution?”

    Dustin uneasily hesitated again before he answered, “She didn’t escape…she was executed.”

    Mark stopped dead in his tracks holding his hands up in frustration, “Wait! What? What the hell you mean she was “executed”? Then what the f…?”

    Dustin grabbed his arm ushering him to keep moving, “Just walk with me man…”

    “Dustin so help me if you don’t start making some damn sense,” was what Armitage thought as he snatched his arm away and followed him into the security observation room to look at some footage; one of the correctional officers in the room tensely monitored the series of screens as they walked in.

    Dustin began his explanation, “At twelve midnight Sophia Dennison was executed…she was pronounced officially dead by the local county coroner at 12:05 PM…then this happened…”

    Armitage watched the video feed at 12:07 PM, one of the officers walked over to remove the straps from a now deceased Sophia Dennison. The pronounced dead would begin arching her back and gasping for air scaring the living piss out of the 6’2” correctional officer, causing the pastor in the room to faint, and freaking out everyone else within the room and on the other side of the observation window.

    What was even scarier was in the process of trying to sit up, the 5’6” 110-pound woman in a hyper-hysterical state ripping both her 6-inch thick arm restraints from the very table itself while rattling repeatedly, “Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out!”

    Armitage would have thought it a fluke, a rush of adrenaline if his still 20/20 vision did not show the same woman snapping the restraints for her chest and waist right from the table itself sending pieces of metal that attached the restraints to the table flying. As she sat up, a correctional officer overcoming his shock and fear rushed over to restrain her when with one swipe of her arm, she launched a man who had at least 150 pounds on her clear across the room slamming him violently into the wall behind him. He dropped face first onto the ground like slab of beef.

    After effortlessly popping the last two restraints from her legs, Dennison rolled off the table dropping to her knees sniveling, “I remember! I remember! I remember! I remember! I remember! I remember! I remember! I remember! I remember! I remember! I remember! I remember! I remember! I remember! I remember! I remember!”

    “Dennison! St...Stay down!” a second male Correctional Officer trembled as he gave the order.

    “I remember! I remember! I remember! I remember! I remember!” was what she continued to babble as she fought to her feet stumbling and falling against the glass patrician, separating her from the audience who had watched her execution on the other side.

    They scattered