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"It started out slowly, quietly; as epidemics usually do.... This was something else, something that could only dreamt up in the darkest recesses of the mind."
When the world is thrown into hellish chaos we soon begin to questioning ourselves and everyone else. After all who can face the end of existence and not question all that we have known.
Vicki was no different.
Her solid, sturdy, black and white world is about to be shaken to the core. She must relearn all she's ever known and believed. She must wake up in time to take a path only she can take.
But who can she trust? Who can she believe in? Will she be able to see past her narrow views of the world to see the many settle variations?
Excerpt
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Prologue
It started out slowly, quietly as epidemics usually do. But this was no epidemic. This was no virus that the medical community could study or solve. This was something else. Something that could only be dreamt up in the darkest recesses of the mind.
It was a curse. A curse set upon us by a mad woman bent on either ruling the world or destroying it.
I know what you’re thinking, curses aren't real. They are a silly made up superstition given to us to help explain things that aren't rational. Well, tell that to those who have succumb to it, because I'm not sure they know just yet. I want you to tell that to all those who are weeping in grief because this thing took their family from them.
But I'm getting ahead of myself, let me take you back to when it all started.
Chapter One
I slammed my head against the wheel as hard as I could, realizing I'd gone through this parking lot for the fifth time.
"Damn it, how the hell do I get lost in my own city?" I cried to the bobble head dog on the dash.
This damn strip mall had just been built and the streets that they had put around it to make driving more ‘convenient’ and ‘safe’ was enough to make a person go insane just by looking at it. A roundabout? How the hell is a roundabout supposed to help people do anything but literally go in circles?
I ran my hand through my dark blond hair and looked around once again trying to figure out this maze before I screamed.
"Mommy, I'm hungry," whined my five-year-old from the back seat.
"I know, little buddy. We just have to go get your brother and then we'll head home, ok?" I tried to reassure him.
"I wanna go now!" he screeched.
I winced at the high pitched sound he made and took another deep, calming breath before stopping my truck to look at him through the rearview mirror.
"I know, Johnny. Daddy's home sick right now so I wanna hurry as well. But we have to get Marcus. We can't just leave him at school can we?" I asked jokingly trying to lighten the mood.
He pouted, but finally kept quiet. A part of me wanted to reach back and ruffle the mop of light brown hair on his head, but I refrained knowing that it would just cause him to get angrier.
Out of the corner of my eye a figure I recognized caught my attention and I quickly moved the truck to intercept him.
"Hey Billy," I called to my cousin.
He stopped walking and turned to me as I pulled up. There were dark bags under his eyes and his normally jolly face looked pale and gaunt.
"Are you sick?" I asked him concerned.
As if on cue a cough racked his stout body and he pulled his coat tighter around himself to and stifle the shivering.
"Yeah, I've got that damn cold everyone else has. It's a bitch to get rid of," he said gruffly.
I nodded sympathetically. "Darren’s got the same stuff as well. We're heading to pick up my son from school, you want a ride home?"
Billy shook his head. "I'm not going home. I'm going to get a gun."
He'd said it so casually you'd have thought it was an everyday occurrence. I blinked at him a few times trying to make sure I'd heard him correctly. My cousin was the black sheep of the family, having never owned or fired a gun in his life. At least not to my knowledge anyway. I was the only idiot that had let herself be talked into learning how to handle and fire a gun, against my will I might add. So the fact that he was willingly going to go purchase one blew me away.
"Wait, what?"
"I'm going to go get a gun. There’s something weird going on, Vicki. Can't you see it? Haven't you been watching the news?" he asked stepping closer to my truck until he was almost standing on my side rail.
I shook my head at him. "You're just imagining things, cuz."
"No, I'm not," he snapped. "I saw one today."
"Saw what? God, Billy now you're sounding like a crazy person," I snapped back at him.
"I'M NOT CRAZY!!" he screamed backing away. "THEY ARE COMING THIS WAY, VICTORIA!"
He pointed behind me with a look of absolute terror etched on his face. I quickly turned my head around trying to find who he was afraid of. But other than a group of homeless people over by the riverbed that were watching us like hawks, there was no one else around. I turned back to Billy so I could try and convince him that this was all a paranoid trip, most likely brought on by an extremely high fever. But by the time I’d turned around, he was gone.
"Mommy! I am hungry!" cried Johnathan from the back seat again.
"I know baby, I know," I murmured still trying to spot my cousin.
"Mommy!" he screamed suddenly.
I jerked around and looked into his hazel eyes that were flashing with anger. By the way he screamed I thought he'd gotten seriously injured somehow.
"Johnathan Andrews, you do not scream like that unless something or someone is hurting you, do you understand?" I snapped back at him.
Crocodile tears welled up in his wide eyes and he began to cry loudly. I made a frustrated sound and pulled out of the lot again to hopefully go in the right direction this time.
We made it to Marcus' school without a second to spare. I hopped out and grab a still crying Johnny then raced into the school to pick Marcus up at the principal’s office. They gave me a scornful look for being late but I ignored them. There judgmental accusations meant little to nothing to me as I ushered my two children back into the truck and left just as quickly.
When I got home Darren was sleeping peacefully in our bedroom so other than checking on him, I didn't disturb him. I finally found a snack for the boys then set Marcus up with his homework. Johnathan eventually grabbed a book or two to look through, which I was extremely grateful for because it kept him busy and not bugging his brother every five seconds.
Having found a second to breath, I found myself once again concerned about my cousin’s behavior. I grabbed my phone and called his several times before trying his wife’s where I also got no answer. I slammed my phone down in its cradle with several harsh curse words.
"Mommy, my throat feels funny," said Johnathan from behind me.
I turned around and all worries for Billy flew out of my head once I caught sight of his pale face. His voice was gravely and by pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead I knew he was running a fever. It was obvious that he had caught the same damn virus. I gave him a cup of warm tea and honey then sent him back to his room before I called his doctor.
"It's alright Mrs. Andrews, the cold season has been very difficult this year. Just keep an eye on his temperature and if it doesn't come down bring him in," said the nurse on the phone.
Relieved, I expressed my gratitude and hung up with the promise that I'd call them back if he got worse. I heard my bedroom open and was happy to find Darren standing there.
"How are you feeling, honey?" I asked.
"Like death warmed over," he groaned with a little shiver. "Or froze over, my body can't decide which."
His dark hair drenched in sweat and plastered to his head. I reached over and pressed a hand against his forehead and found he was still running a very high temperature. His cheeks were flushed and his hazel eyes held a glassy quality to them. Worried, I made a mental note to make him his own doctor’s appointment tomorrow after I got home from Johnathan’s.
"You need to go back to bed, babe," I told him firmly.
"But- but-," he began to protest weakly.
"No buts. Back to bed with you. I got this."
I pointed back to the bedroom then made shooing motions with my hands until he was laying back in bed. The minute his head hit the pillow he was dead to the world again and I breathed a sigh of relief.
The evening flew by quietly with Johnathan and Darren staying in bed for the most part. My worry didn’t diminish overnight either because they both seemed to just get worst. On top of all that, when I woke up my throat was sore and scratchy as well. I wanted to whine, cry or throw something because it’s not fair for Mom’s to get sick.
Instead, I ambled out of bed so I could force Darren to call into work again. Then ended up having to recall in for him because his boss couldn't understand the gibberish he was spouting. I called Johnathan's school to let them know he wouldn't be in today and then his doctor to make an appointment for him as I’d promised.
I dropped a complaining Marcus off at school. Steadfastly ignoring his whining about how unfair it was that he had to go to school, but his brother didn’t. Then rushed to work with my youngest in tow so I could explain to my boss why I needed to jet out early.
My job was rather lenient on children in the work place; mainly because they'd rather have you working than at home where they weren't making any money off you. So when I walked in with Johnathan my coworkers immediately went about making a comfy bed out of one of the couches and set him up so he could watch cartoons. Then proceeded to baby him until I was sure he was going to start faking sick so that he could get the same treatment all the time.
Chapter Two
I know you’re wondering at this point when it'll start moving along and when I will start to finally explain how things got so bad. Just bear with me it'll happen sooner than you think.
I hated waiting rooms at doctor’s office. They were always so cheerful and brightly lit that you ended up wanting to tear a wall down by the time the nurse called you back. This time watching my sons cough rack his little body, did not make it better.
I pulled his head on my lap and began running my fingers over the little brown curls as I watched the TV. The sound was down but someone had turned the captions on so I was able to keep up with the story even though it lagged a bit. The news program was about the virus epidemic that was sweeping the nation. According to the reporter this contagious virus was dropping people like flies all around the world. The hospitals were over flowing with the sick and doctors didn't know what to make of it. There had even been several reports of extreme cases where the victim would start seizing and have to be restrained to stop them from attacking the nurses and doctors or even their own families. It was as if they had lost their minds and viewed everyone as a threat.
I looked down at my son and shivered, suddenly scared to death that he would get that bad. Darren, oh my God, Darren. I suddenly had the urge to rush out of here. The only thing that kept me in my seat was yet another body racking cough from Johnny. I began to silently they both would get better because there was no way I could survive if anything happened to anyone in my family. An ache in my throat reminded me that I may very well be catching it as well. But I shoved the thought aside and continued to nurse my lemon and honey tea hoping that it would sooth the pain in my neck.
A cry to my left startled me out of my thoughts and I looked over to see one of the nurses staring at something in the back office. The panic and fear on her face was obvious as she seemed to freeze in place. Sounds started drifting out to the lobby and none of them helped to relieve the worry that I was starting to feel. Shouting and scuffling could be heard even though the thick walls. A shout for a sedative came and then next something about someone being loose. A sudden loud bang had the nurse screaming again before scrambling through a door at the other end of the room, in the opposite direction from the noises. We all looked at each other in confusion but were unable to come up with an explanation for what was going on.
A loud inhumane scream pierced the silence suddenly and every person jumped then in unison we all turn in the direction of the sound. I didn't know what we were waiting for but I do know that what happened next was not it. The door flew open and a surge of people came bursting through door fighting and almost trampling each other to get out side.
I tightened my arms around Johnny who let out a pathetic whimper as we watched the people race out frantically. Everyone sitting in the lobby just sat there and stared as we did. We were all stunned and unsure as to what was going on. I think a few of them chuckled nervously and began looking for a hidden camera or at least someone to pop out shouting "gotcha".
One of the more macho men got up and started walking towards the door that stood ajar still blocked by god only knows what. I was afraid to get up and look fearing it might be someone's body.
"Stay here," Macho man instructed the frail looking woman that had been sitting next to him.
She looked extremely pale and would not stop shivering, so I couldn't tell if she had nodded at him or if her head was shaking. He seemed to have taken it as acceptance because he crept closer to the door and it shocked me that when he reached out to grab it his hand was shaking.
“Mommy, what's going on?” Johnathan whispered.
“Shh,” I whispered holding a finger up to my lips.
“Why were all those people running?” he persisted.
“I don't know, baby. But you have to keep quiet,” I whispered back more urgently.
“Mommy!” he whined out.
Macho Man turned to us in anger.
“Shut up, kid,” he snapped at Johnathan.
I opened my mouth to tell Steroid Head where to shove it when another growl came again and this time it was terrifyingly closer. The man looked up and immediately began to scream as something jumped from behind the door and tackled him.
Unable to sit still any longer I grabbed my son up and raced out the front door, not caring what I hit or who I hit. My only thoughts were to get my son and myself the hell away from what was making those noises. I had to make sure he was safe no matter the cost.
A window crashed open behind me and then came the screams of people racing out, even a few yelling for help but that didn't stop me. My only concern, my only care was my child.
Once at my truck, I threw open the door and unceremoniously tossed Johnny into the back seat.
“Buckle up the best you can. We are getting the hell outta here,” I said slamming the door shut and immediately locking it.
“Mommy, you said a bad word!” he admonished me in shock.
“I know baby. Right now just seemed like the right time to say it,” I said distractedly as I watched in people scatter in all direction through the rearview mirror.
The windows that were still intact on the building were tinted, so I couldn't quite make out what was attacking the people inside but I quickly decided I didn't care. I threw the truck into drive and sped over the curb out onto the street. Ignoring the honking and shouts of anger from the other drives I kept my foot on the gas as we raced away.
Only when my heart finally finished pounding did I felt safe enough to pull over to the side of the road. I laid my head against the steering wheel and caught my breath that was wheezing out of me. My mind raced with questions and kept replaying the scene trying to find some answers.
“Mommy, are you okay?” my son asked.
The concern in his voice reached out and squeezed my heart painfully. I turned around slowly, trying to give myself enough time to collect the scattered rubble of my wits. I plastered a huge smile on my lips as I gazed into his panic stricken eyes.
“Yeah, baby. I'm fine. Are you okay?”
“I'm fine,” he said with a big grin before he started coughing again.
I watched him carefully as his little body was jerked with each burst. When he finally stopped I noticed sweat was running down his face and I knew the situation was getting even more dire. I also knew that there was one more thing I had to do before I could continue on.
“I'm going to step out and make a phone call, okay?” I asked him finding myself phone.
He nodded then laid his head on the headrest and closed his eyes as if the latest coughing fit took the last of his energy. I stepped out and stood in the front of my truck so I could keep a close eye on him through the windshield and called the police.
“911, what is your emergency?” said the dispatch woman.
“To be honest I have no idea. Something happened at the doctor’s office on McLaughlin Street and I'm still trying to figure it out,” I said putting my head in my hands.
“Yes, ma'am, this is not the first call we've gotten. Can you tell me what you saw?”
“No, I didn't actually see anything except something attacking people. But by the sound of it I’d say it was a wild animal or a demon or… something,” I finished lamely wishing I’d stopped at a wild animal knowing how ridiculous it sounded out loud.
“Yes, ma'am, that's been the general consensus. Now I would like to remind you that animals don't generally break into buildings like that-”
“I know, that's just what I-” I started to cut her off.
“Heard, I know. Just try to calm down, Ma-”
“Look! I am as calm as I'm going to get, ma'am. My son was in that building with me and he's still very sick. So you'll have to excuse me if I'm not exactly cheerful about this whole damn thing! Now, where the hell are the cops?!” I screamed into the phone.
“Ma'am, that kind of attitude is not productive-”
“You wanna know what's not productive? Sitting here talking to a know-it-all while my son sits in my truck still sicker than a freaking dog. So if you don't want my information or need anything else from me, I'm going to go take my son to the hospital and hope to hell I don't have to run out of there as well.”
There was silence on the other end for a minute or two then a different dispatcher came on.
“911, what's your emergency?”
I screamed into the phone and hung up. A moment later someone called back and asked for my name, address, and phone number. I gave them all patiently and promised if I could think of anything else I'd call them back.
The next call I made was to Darren to let him know what was going on. But it just rang and rang and rang. I tried three more times before deciding just to leave a message and that I would try again when I could.
I looked into the cab and check on Johnathan. He looked like he was sleeping and I stared at his chest to make sure that it was still rising and falling. Only when I was absolutely sure it was, did I look at my phone again. A thought nagged at the back of my head and I scrolled through my contact list until I found the number I was looking for. I called Billy's house one last time and just when I thought there once again wasn’t going to be any answer, he picked up.
“Hel-” the phone cut out.
“Billy?” I said hesitantly.
“Vicki... you... out now!” he yelled into the phone.
“What's going on?” I shouted back hoping he heard me.
“Get... boys...now!”
“Answer me! What is going on?”
The only answer on the other side was three loud bangs then it went completely dead. Something was very, very wrong.
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