My Apocalypse (Book 1): The Fall Read Free Page A

off camera. A second time it sounded, and in a panic, the reporter returned to the camera.
                  "Jerry, someone is here. They're trying to get in. If you find this, find the truth. It may be the only thing that can save us. The soldier said the explosion released something." Loud banging, like someone trying to break a door down. "That something was never supposed to be released like it was. That something happened during the explosion, and we were all in terrible danger" A loud crash and glass breaking was heard off camera. The reporter was seen reaching down and apparently grabbed the computer, for it tilted crazily. Then the screen went dark.
                  Voices, many voices, could be heard in the darkness. Male ones, authoritative, were commanding her onto her knees. The reporters voice, at first questioning, then pleading. Then, finally, a loud bang, what could have only been a gunshot.
                  Then silence.
                  Darkness enveloped me.
                  I wasn't even able to ask Jazzy anything before the other reporter came back on. She looked scared, terrified, an immense change in the woman that had been on camera only moments before. There were other people on camera also; a short portly man with glasses, a small, young woman, and at one time a young kid with long, shaggy hair and large headphones. Their voices overlapped in a cacophony of noise, and it was hard to pick out any one until the reporter came closer to the camera.
                  "Dedicated viewers," she started, her eyes darting this way and that, "While we were running Susan's tape, soldiers entered the studio. Armed soldiers the likes of which this reporter has never seen before. While we do not know exactly what their intentions are, we assume they are here to shut us down. Know that we will stay on the air..."
                  The reporter was cut off abruptly then, her face, and the images of the other news crews, replaced by the multi-colored and squalling test pattern I knew so well. A few seconds later, the video stopped.

 
    5.
                 
                  "What the fuck was all that?" Crystal’s voice said close to my ear. I jumped when she spoke. I had been so engrossed in the video I had not noticed her sit down beside me, leaning over my shoulder to watch the video along with me and Jazzy.
                  "I haven't got the slightest idea." I said. "Some sort of prank maybe. I mean, it can’t be real."
                  "I think it is." Jazzy spoke up. "Courtney was the one that sent it to me, said her boyfriend showed it to her. She told me he got recalled all the sudden also. Couldn't say where he was going either."
                  "Look," I began, "I'm all up for a good conspiracy as much as anyone else, but that was just too real to be real . You see what I'm saying?"
                  My daughter and fiancée looked at each other for a moment, then back to me. Both held a look on their face that said simply: You are nuts. I shook my head, shifted our youngest on my lap, and continued.
                  "Look, a good conspiracy is quiet, but not flawless. That video is anything but. It's messy, loud, in our face shit. That video is asking the general person to believe that the Army literally killed a woman and than took over a TV station. Come on. It's like the start of some cheesy horror movie or something. It’s too perfect to be real."
                  "I don’t know," Jazzy said, playing with her phone some more. "There are tons of comments on it. People from Indy saying they've been seeing lots of big trucks over there. Others say the stations been off air since this was seen."
                  "Maybe it’s some sort of joke. Some set up for a movie or convention or something." Crystal commented. She was looking at