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Bunker 9

 

It seemed like we were in the air for days, but it was only just over 2 hours.  Bunker 9 was isolated, even more isolated than the mine had been.  Huge pine trees surrounded us, rocks reaching into the sky.  I guessed we were somewhere in Colorado, by the scenery.  I looked around the cabin, taking in the faces around me.  Sally didn’t lift her head, I didn’t know whether she was asleep or not, it was possible, nervous exhaustion could do that to a person.  My Father sat beside me, barking orders dripping with forces jargon and barely disguised anger, into the mouthpiece on his headset.  I tuned him out, listening instead to the rumble and throb of the helicopters rotors.  It was oddly calming.

    The helicopter began to descend into a clearing, moving lower through a tightly packed canopy of pine trees.  This was it, Bunker 9.  Well, I thought bitterly, the dead wouldn’t be able to find this place in a hurry.

    Two soldiers stepped out from a rocky outcrop, towards the helicopter, bending their heads as they passed under the rotor blades.   They slid the door open on the cabin, one of them reaching up his hand to help me climb out.  My Father jumped out, smoothing his white hair back with his hand. 

“Where’s General Montenegro?”  He barked at the soldiers.

“He’s inside Sir, waiting for you in the ready room.  I’ll show you the way.”  I fell into step beside my Father, following the soldier through an almost invisible crack in the side of the rock.  The soldier stopped as we passed inside the bunker, gesturing to me with his eyes.

“Sir, the ready room is classified.” The soldier said reluctantly. My Father fixed him with a steely gaze.

“My Daughter has been given the highest clearance, she is coming with me. Is that understood?”  The soldier saluted and continued to lead us through the metal lined tunnels.  Lights flickered overhead, their low hum the only sound apart from the slapping of our boots on the stone floor. 

   This base looked smaller than the mine not so well finished, as though it was a throwback to another time. A relic taken out of mothballs; ready for the end of the world.  Still, I thought as I was led into the ready room, it was safe enough and isolated enough to keep us from harms way. 

   I sat down at a long table, the room very similar to the ready room back at the mine.  A uniformed female proffered me a cup of black coffee, which I took gratefully.  My Father walked up the man at the head of the table and shook his hand.

“Terrible business Marshall, what’s the sitrep on Kirby and the facility?”  My Dad shook his head sadly, it was the first time I’d seen real emotion on his face in a very long time.

“Doesn’t look good Monty. Kirby wouldn’t leave the facility.  He said he would buy us some time so we could escape.  The helicopter is heading back now to look for any survivors.”  The stars on the man’s uniform glittered in the overhead lights.  4 of them; a 4 star General.  I shook my head sadly; it stood to reason that the top brass would be spared at the end of the world.

“Understood. A Sorry business though isn’t it Jack!”  The General said sitting down and reaching for his cup of coffee.  My Father took it as his cue and sat down next to him.

“What is the projected growth of the contagion?”  My Father asked the General.  The General gestured to a woman, dressed in a lab coat who got to her feet nervously.

“Early projections indicate that the contagion will have consumed the general population of the mainland United States within the next 36 hours.  Fatality rate is 100%.”  I let out a long sigh.  We were fucked.  There was no cure; the survivors were forced to hide in isolated places. Soon we would run out of food, out of ammunition, out of hope.  I felt a tear roll down my cheek, where it splashed onto the tabletop with a tap.  My Father flicked his eyes over me with disgust and turned back to the General.

“How are the trials going on the cure?”  General Montenegro gestured again to the female scientist who was still standing, her slight frame swaying with her nervousness.

“Results have been disappointing.  But we will just keep plugging away until we get there.”  She said injecting some animation into her voice.

“Has there been any progress in locating Lt Col Demilio?”  My ears pricked up, I’d heard that name before.

“As of yet, she is still missing.  I realise her importance in your work Dr Dresden, but we cannot rely on her. For all we know she is already one of them.”  I felt deflated; her name had been the first piece of hope that I’d clung to in what seemed like days. 

“Dr Matterson has had some promising results in his own clinical trials. Perhaps he can be of assistance to you Dr Dresden?”  I rolled my eyes.  News to me, I thought as I looked across at Billy, standing close to the door.  My Father gestured him forward.

“I had some excellent results, I believe I have isolated at least three of the gene sequences within the Morningstar Virus.”  Dr Dresden looked across at Billy with distain.

“Well I look forward to reading your findings.”  General Montenegro got to his feet. 

“I suggest you shower and grab some rations.  We meet back here in four hours.  Hopefully then we will know the extent of the losses from the Mine facility, and will have evaced the remaining survivors. Major Stellengard, please show Ms Marshall to her quarters.  Jack I need to talk to you in private.”  My Father looked over at me steely faced.  I had a feeling he was going to get the carpeting of a lifetime.  The thought was not unpleasant to me.

   Major Stellengard, the woman who had served my coffee, led me out into the corridor.  She was a blond woman, with a hard yet pretty face and the stance of a career soldier.

“Do you know what happened to the woman who was in the helicopter with me?”  I asked her as she led me down the narrow corridors.

“No Maam, but I believe the remaining members of your party were taken to the infirmary for tests.  I’m taking you there first before we go to your quarters.  We can’t be too careful, we don’t want another incident like what happened at the facility to happen here.”  I frowned at her tone.  Even female soldiers were assholes.  Just my luck! To be surrounded at the end of the world by Assholes and Science Geeks.  I allowed a little smile to crease my lips at that thought. 


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about bloody time!   you owe me MORE


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Ok - I'll see what I can do for tomorrow (maybe even longer!!)


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Great post Nic was hopin you would be back to finish this. Kudos!!!!!!!!!


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I like, I like!

MORE!


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Hey its 2011 and still no more story? Please don't leave it like this.
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Sorry I've been planning my wedding and haven't had time to do anything, but I've done it all now, so I will have free time to write again!

Watch this space

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God! I didn't realise it had been almost 2 years since I wrote anything on this!

Bad Nic! Real Bad!!!

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Congrats on the wedding!!!
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Thanks

Ok - I'm going to get writing now - should have a chapter in a couple of hours

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Redemption

 

I rubbed my sore arm, trying to work out the burning sensation where the vials of blood had been drawn.  Damn! The amount of blood I'd had taken in the past few weeks would keep a vampire happy for a year - I thought bitterly.  They wouldn't find anything - I'd not been close to an infected person without a hazmat suit since Shelby back at the school.  God! that seemed like a lifetime away - I shook my head violently to clear the images. 

"Are you alright Sarah?"  Sally asked handing me a cup of water.  I took the cup and swallowed it down.  I nodded, squeezing her arm comfortingly.

"I still haven't heard from Paddy, but he's a fighter - I'm sure he'll be on the next helicopter." Her voice was full of optimism and I smiled at her weakly.  I didn't have the heart to tell her that there were only 3 trips and that it was probable that he would have been left behind.  I couldn't inflict that much pain on her. 

   The room we'd been placed in was old, the paint on the walls faded and flaking off in places from the damp atmosphere of the caves.  This place was a relic to say the least - a shit hole at worst.  I went to the water cooler and refilled my cup, trying to distract myself from the depressing surroundings. 

    I didn’t hear the door open, or hear the boots on the concrete floors.  In the doorway stood my Father, a steely expression on his face.

“Sarah Jane I need to speak with you privately.” I nodded walking towards him.  His face looked sad, his eyes red-rimmed from sleep-deprivation.  He led me down a dimly lit corridor and into a small room.  It was empty apart from some lockers and several benches.  From the smell of stale sweat, I gathered it must be one of the changing rooms in the facility.

     My Dad sat down on one of the benches, pulling his hand through his close-cropped silver hair.  I’d never seen him so deflated, so completely defeated before and it scared me.

“Dad, are you ok?” I asked sitting down next to him.  He turned his face to me, his arms reaching out and enfolding me in a tight hug.  The breath forced out of me as he held me against his hard and muscled body.  Then he started to moan, burying his head into my shoulder.

“I should have protected her! I should have made sure she was safe! God Marion, how I loved you!” He sobbed loudly, the noise of them quite deadened in the small room.  His whole body shook as the sobs took hold of him.  I didn’t know what to say to him – this was my Father – a man who had never shown weakness of any kind to me in my entire life.  This man was broken, had given up.  I didn’t know what to do, so I gently held him and let me fingers rub against his scalp trying to comfort him.

“Dad, there was nothing you could have done to save Mom.  She was infected long before you evacuated.  You did what you could for her.”  I wasn’t sure whether I believed the words coming from my lips, but it was what he needed to hear at that moment.

“I’ve known about the virus for months, I should have sent her away and made sure she was safe; but I was selfish – I loved her so much that I couldn’t be without her.”  I felt tears filling my own eyes.  He’d never opened up to me before – he’d always been the immoveable mountain, without emotion – the perfect soldier. 

“Mom loved you too, do you really think she would have left you? You can’t blame yourself for what’s happened Dad.  You need to be strong, help us find a cure and save the survivors.  You can’t fall apart like this! Do you think Mom would have wanted you to torture yourself?” My words must have had the desired effect because his sobs lessened and his grip on me loosened so I could breathe normally again. 

“Why was I spared, while better people around me were taken?”  He asked huskily.  I pushed his head away from my shoulder so I could look into his pale blue eyes.

“You were spared, because the world needs a son of a bitch! Someone who can make the decisions you’ve had to.  Now you need to stop being a whiney kid and suck it up.  Without you Dad we’re even more fucked!”  He took a deep breath, and held it for a few seconds – letting it give him strength.  Then he let go of me and sat back holding himself straight.

“What did I do to deserve a daughter like you?”  He smiled sadly and wiped at his wet eyes with his sleeve.  “I’m so glad you’re here Sarah Jane.”  He said simply, taking a handkerchief from his pocket and scrubbing at his face with it.

“I’m glad I am too.”  I said – and I meant it.  I mean what was the alternative? Being chowed down on by a zombie or being holed up in a crumbling cold-war bunker in the middle of Colorado – I know what I would choose.

“You ok now Dad?”  I asked and he nodded, looking ashamed of his outburst.  He cleared his throat.

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t mention our conversation to any of the men.  Not good for morale, seeing their CO being a wacko.  They need strong leadership and need to know they can rely on me.”  I rolled my eyes.

“I won’t say a word Dad.”  He got to his feet and walked over to the row of hand basin’s filling one of them with water so he could wash away the evidence of his meltdown. He wet his face, the cold water making him draw in a quick breath.

“Things are about to get a whole lot worse.  The other bunkers have been over-run like the mine.  They’re bringing in more people from other bunkers.  Bunker 9 will be the last known defence against the virus.  They’re going to throw all they can at it and hope for the best – I just hope to God that it’s enough…….”  He let his words trail off and I bit my lip to stop myself crying.

“It’ll be ok Dad, it has to be.”  I said quietly and he turned to me and smiled sadly.

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you Sarah Jane, even if I have to fight them off with the last breath in my body. I won’t let them have you too.”  Instead of his words giving me comfort, they disturbed me.  My Dad was infected now too.  Not by the Morningstar virus, but by something much worse.  He squeezed my shoulder as he walked past me to the door.  His mouth turning up into a grimace, that I suppose was meant to be a smile.  He opened the door and walked through it, closing it quietly behind him. 

    Yes, I thought bitterly – My Dad, whether he knew it or not, was a dead man walking.  In his eyes he’d already given up.  The thought of being alone once again filled me with fear.  I needed to get away from here, find somewhere else and survive. 

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time for a fix?

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