My Apocalypse (Book 1): The Fall Read Free

huge ceremony was held at the site, decommissioning the depot once and for all. For a few years before that, the Army told us that it had been neutralizing the agents stored there.
                  Or so we had been told.
                  I hit the play button on my daughter’s phone, and began watching the small woman behind the news desk start to talk.
                  "Breaking news from Fox 59," she began her face grim. "This reporter is sad to have to tell you that Susan Wright, our very own on site investigative reporter, has been found dead this afternoon in her home here in Indianapolis. Susan had called into the office a week ago to tell our producers that she had found out information regarding the explosion that happened at the Newport Chemical Depot.
                  "When Susan had not contacted or came into work these last few days, our head producer contacted the authorities, who went to Susan's house.
                  "Police tell us that the scene appeared to be a routine home invasion and robbery that went horribly wrong. Susan was found on the floor of her kitchen, dead from a gunshot wound to the head. But it was what was discovered later that interested this station most and why we have interrupted your viewing schedule tonight.
                  "Jerry, would you care to roll the footage?"
                  I watched the woman disappear and be replaced with a scene that looked like some ones kitchen cabinets. I saw pots hanging from pegs along the wall, and dishes stacked neatly in a dish drainer. I looked over at my daughter questioningly.
                  "Just wait a sec." Jazzy said, pointing back at her phone.
                  After a few seconds of staring at naught but cabinets, a blonde woman appeared before the camera. There was a slight delay in her speaking, a jerkiness to her movements, that suggested that the video was captured on a web cam. Though through the whole of the short video the woman looked disheveled and worn, I could see that she was a pretty lady, and guessed that it was the reporter, Susan, the other had spoken of.
                  When the woman spoke, her words caught my attention, and I knew nothing else.
                  "I haven't got much time, Jerry, so listen closely. You know I have been looking into what happened over in Newport, and I found something big. Scratch that, and make it HUGE!"
                  She looked nervous and tired, the rings under her eyes indicated little to no sleep. She was constantly looking off camera, and her eyes darted this way and that. I could tell she was scared.
                  "Two days ago I was approached by a soldier that was stationed at Newport Chemical. He said he had information indicating that the explosion that had happened was not an accident, but rather a deliberate act by the U.S. Army under commands of the Federal government. At first I didn't know what to believe Jerry, but the more I talked with this kid, the more I did believe. He was terrified. He told me that the government hadn't decommissioned the depot, but was still using it to store chemical and biological agents, some worse than the VX we all knew about.
                  "But then he dropped the bombshell.
                  "He informed me that they were given orders to blow the depot. Apparently the U.S. Army was under instruction to make the incident look like an attack on us by an outside source. I of course, at first, dismissed him as crazy and paranoid. Yet he insisted that he had proof, and that he could bring it to me. We were supposed to meet two days ago, and he never showed.
                  "But Jerry, someone did. I found him in a bush at the park we were going to meet at. He had been shot dead."
                  She looked up abruptly and a loud bang could be heard