'Make your way in an orderly fashion please!'
The line justles through the metal grated hallway. Bodies confined to the smallest of areas. Their oder seeping onto each other's clothes, a rave of misfortune.
'Dad. Why are there so many people? I can hardly breath!' Johnny was too young to understand the gravity of the situation. A whole world under siege. His hometown of St Louis just a small part of the terror being faced by every human on this pale blue dot.
'Everyone is scared John. It's ok though. See those men in uniform?'
'I see there big guns'.
'Well those big men with there big guns are here to protec....'
A scream breaks Bill's line of consciousness. Followed by another scream.
The crowd starts to mutter. A chorus of voices leading to a roar. Everyone is scared, and rightly so. The apocalypse proclaimed in holy scripture being threatened upon the human race.
Little Johnny and Bill are caught right in the middle of the mess. They won't make it however. No one will make it. It was decided weeks ago. Those within the quarantine zone were to be bait for the terror. Jonny and Bill would die in each others arms.
Every now and again I write for 5 minutes continuously and do not stop until the timer runs out. What you read is a stream of words coming out all at once. No editing, no worrying. I find this creates amazing stories as you just have to let the words take you, rather than force them out. Enjoy.
