Mass Extinction Event: The Complete Fourth Series (Days 54 to 61)

BOOK: Mass Extinction Event: The Complete Fourth Series (Days 54 to 61)
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Copyright 2015 Amy Cross

All Rights Reserved

 

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events, entities and places are either products of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual people, businesses, entities or events is entirely coincidental.

 

Kindle edition

Edited by Ben Townley

Published by ACBT Books

First published: March 2015

 

The human race is fighting back.

 

Hundreds of miles apart, Elizabeth and Thomas continue to deal with the aftermath of a global catastrophe, as the Mass Extinction Event series enters its fourth volume.

 

For Elizabeth, the sudden appearance of armed soldiers leads to an unlikely reunion. As she learns more about plans to save human civilization, however, she comes to realize that difficult decisions have to be made. Meanwhile, Thomas learns the truth about the mysterious group living close to Lake Erie, and a terrifying ordeal in the forest leaves him facing the prospect of his own imminent death.

 

In the first three volumes of Mass Extinction Event, Elizabeth and Thomas had to deal with the slow death of humanity. Now they're about to come face to face with other survivors who have very different ideas about the human race's next step.

Mass Extinction Event:

The Complete Fourth Series

(Days 54 to 61)

Prologue

 

Fifty-four days ago

 

“It always takes ages for the bags to come through,” he says, checking his watch. “I'm going to run to the bathroom, honey, okay?”

“Sure,” she mutters absent-mindedly. “I'll call the kids.”

Fighting his way through the ill-tempered crowd, Doctor John Marter finally manages to reach the bathroom on the other side of the arrivals hall. He slips inside and joins a small queue waiting for the urinals, and for several minutes there's nothing he can do except wait impatiently. Finally, just as he gets to the front of the queue, he feels his phone vibrating in his pocket.

Checking the screen, he's surprised to see that a colleague from Boston is trying to get in touch.

“Hey Chuck,” he says as he answers, “that isn't really a good -”

“We have a situation,” Chuck says, sounding worried. “It's Joe Aldred, we think he might be up to something.”

“Who's Joe Aldred?”

“Some asshole from one of the labs. He might have... Look, it's kinda crazy, but we need to be careful 'cause things could spiral out of control. You're at the airport, right?”

“Yeah, I told you yesterday, Pattie and I spent a few days in -”

“I've already sent a car to pick you up,” Chuck continues. “It should be there in ten.”

“Pick me up? To go where?”

“I need you to come to Boston.”

“Chuck,” he says with a sigh, “I just want to get home and see my -”

“This is serious!” Chuck hisses.

“Okay, okay,” John replies, starting to worry. “What the hell am I going to tell Pattie? She's not going to be happy about this.”

“Tell her anything. Tell her space cows just landed from the moon for all I care, but be at the taxi pick-up spot outside the terminal building in ten minutes' time, okay?”

“But -”

“You've been telling her little white lies for years,” Chuck points out. “Just nudge that up to a full-on whopper, there's really not much of a difference. Seriously, John, I wouldn't be pulling you in if these wasn't important. I've also got Diane coming from Buffalo, we need all hands on deck, just in case this turns out to be something serious.”

“Fine,” John tells him. “Just... Chuck, on a scale of one to ten, how -”

“Nine,” Chuck replies, interrupting him. “At least. I've gotta make a few more calls, I'll get in touch when you're on your way. It might be through the emergency system, though. That's how bad things are looking right now. We might be turning off the normal phone coverage.”

“Turning of the cell network? Why would you do that unless -”

Before he can finish, John hears the line go dead.

“Buddy,” says the guy behind him in the queue, “are you gonna go or can I take your spot?”

And that's when the power cut hits.

 

***

 

“What the hell?” John mutters a couple of minutes later, emerging from the bathroom just in time to see a group of soldiers racing through the crowd.

Pushing through to reach his wife, he gets to her side and finds that she's still on the phone.

“It's a miracle no-one got hurt,” she's saying, clearly annoyed. “They just came storming through here as if they own the place. Jesus Christ, you put a uniform on a man, Elizabeth, and he thinks he can do whatever he wants.” She turns to her husband and rolls her eyes. “If they were just a little more considerate, there'd be -”

Stopping suddenly, he looks at her phone's screen.

“Bullshit,” she says after a moment. “My coverage just died!”

“Are the kids okay?”

“Oh, they're making a fuss about things as usual. I swear, that girl doesn't even know how to work the bottle-opener.” She looks up at the ceiling. “The lights are off too. What the hell's going on?”

“I have to go to Boston,” he replies.

“Excuse me?”

“It's an emergency,” he continues, glancing at the static conveyor belt that was supposed to have delivered their bags a few minutes ago. “Listen, I don't think things are going to be running normally for a few more hours, so why don't I put you into a taxi and we'll get the bags sent straight to the apartment? I'll fix it, I swear.”

“Why are you going to Boston?” she asks. “John, is something wrong?”

“There's nothing to worry about,” he replies, taking her by the arm and leading her through the sea of people. “They just want me on-site to deal with a potential problem.”

“Jesus Christ,” she mutters, “if they're panicking and calling
you
in, there must be something seriously wrong!”

“They're just trigger-happy.” Leading her out the front of the terminal, he takes her over to join the back of a small queue waiting for taxis. “Go home, help Lizzie with the bottle-opener or whatever the hell she's struggling with, tell Henry to stop doing whatever
he's
doing, and I'll be with you guys in twenty-four hours, maximum.”

“Twenty-four hours?” she replies incredulously.

“It's not my fault,” he mutters, as the queue moves forward. “They're sending a car to pick me up in a few minutes.”

“From here?” She stares at him for a moment. “John, don't bullshit me. This has to be something serious! What's happening?”

“I'm sure they're just taking every precaution,” he replies. “Seriously, Pattie, this time tomorrow we'll be laughing about the whole thing, I promise, and I'll take you out to dinner to make up for it all. We'll take the kids, too. It'll be a proper family night out!”

“You're scaring me,” she tells him.

“You can pick the restaurant. We can see a movie, too.”

“Tell me everything's going to be okay.”

He sighs.

“Tell me!”

“Everything's going to be okay,” he replies. “More or less. In the long-run.” Leaning forward, he kisses her on the forehead just as a taxi pulls up next to them. “Give my love to the kids, okay? Tell Henry that whatever he's doing, he should stop right away!”

“Yes, but -”

“I'll be home tomorrow, I promise.” Opening the taxi's rear door, he gently eases her into the back and then pushes the door shut. “I love you,” he adds.

“I -”

Before she can finish, the taxi pulls away, leaving John standing along and watching as the vehicle disappears into the distance. Checking his watch, he leaves the queue and checks his phone again, noting that it has already switched automatically to the emergency communication network. Glancing back at the terminal building, he spots more soldiers hurrying past, and he feels a knot of tension starting to build in the pit of his stomach as he realizes that only the most serious of situations would necessitate a vehicle being sent to take him all the way to Boston without any warning.

“Mr. Marter?” a voice calls out.

Turning, he sees that a black car has pulled up nearby, with the driver already heading toward him.

“That's me,” he says, shaking the man's hand.

“I've been told to get you to Boston, Sir,” the driver explains, as they head to the car. “With the way the traffic's looking, it might take a little longer than usual.” He opens the door and stands back to let John into the back seat. “I know I shouldn't ask, but... There's nothing to worry about, is there?”

“No,” John replies, forcing a smile. “Nothing at all.”

Day 54

(Mass Extinction Event 4.1)

Elizabeth

 

The first thing I hear, somewhere far off in the distance, is the sound of a machine steadily beeping. I can't really focus, though: every time I try to think about the sound, my mind wanders and sinks back down into unconsciousness for a while, and the dreams return.

Dreams about family.

Dreams about home.

And then finally, after the hundredth or maybe the thousandth time, I finally manage to open my eyes and the light is blinding.

As my eyes adjust, however, the light fades and I realize that the room is dark. Pitch black, in fact, and for a moment I stay completely still. My first thought is that maybe somehow I'm home, that all the events of the past couple of months have been part of a nightmare. As soon as I try to move, however, I realize that I'm wrong: my body is wracked with pain, not only from tired and stretched muscles but also from my right foot, which is burning with the same intensity that I remember from before. When I try to sit up, I find that not only am I far too weak, but I also have plastic tubes running all over my body.

“Toad,” I whisper, but I'm immediately shocked by how rough my voice sounds. It's almost as if I'm dying.

I hold my breath and try to find the energy to get up, but finally I let out a pained gasp.

“She's awake,” says a female voice nearby.

Footsteps.

Hurrying toward me.

“Toad,” I whisper again, more softly this time. I'm not getting stronger; if anything, I'm already getting weaker.

“Another dose?” the female voice asks.

From the distance, a man's voice replies: “Sure. There's no point doing anything until he gets here.”

“Who?” I whisper, trying to turn my head.

In the darkness, all I can see is the faintest silhouette of a woman standing by my bed. She's reaching up to some kind of machine above my head, and a moment later I hear a mechanical hiss, followed by the sensation of something ice-cold being fed into my veins. I try to pull away, but I can barely muster the strength to let out even the faintest of groans. Once again I try to sit up, only to this time feel a human hand being placed against my chest and gently forcing me back down. I try to fight, but I don't have a chance.

“Not yet,” she says calmly. “Try to get some rest.”

“Toad,” I whisper, before suddenly remembering: “Rachel...”

“You're just going to sleep some more,” the voice continues.

“Where's Rachel?” I gasp.

“Don't you worry about a thing, okay?”

“Where's Rachel?” I ask again, although I'm already starting to sweat and when I clench my left fist, I realize that my skin is wet and clammy. “What are you doing to me?”

“And down you go,” the woman continues. “Deep, deep down for a little while longer.” With that, she leans closer and suddenly plants a gently kiss on my forehead. “Count down from ten with me. Ten. Nine. Eight...”

I mutter something else, something about Rachel and Toad, but it's too late: I'm drifting again, losing my grip on consciousness and sinking deeper into a thought-free void. I can hear the woman still counting, but her voice sounds fuzzy now, and it it's coming from an entirely different universe.

“I hope he gets here soon,” is the last thing I hear the female voice saying, getting further away again. “She really can't take much more of this.”

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