Brigit
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Nikki smiled softly at his words, the part of not having sex in five years just made her a little more cautious. Though, she didn't show it.
"Well, it wasn't really the sex part I was worried about. I've only been with one guy and that was on my prom night. Ever since then been to busy working. If it wasn't for me, the company would have gone downhill a long time ago. Putting all these years into one company receiving no outside life from it..... You'd think I'd be used to being alone..... Though, I guess this is a different.."
Walked over to the other gas pump, Nikki took one of the gas cans and began to help Peter fill them up.
"If you don't feel like it going to be safe here in the city, what makes you think we'll be any safer on road?"
Peter finished the last bottle and placed the pump handle back in place and looked at Nikki.
"Because for some reason I feel LA is some sort of focal point, for good or bad. I'm heading back to my town just a few hours away, it's up to you if you want to join me?"
He packed the four full bottles into the back seat and turned and looked at her.
"I can't promise you answers, but with me you have safety, there is survival in numbers," Peter said.
It was at that moment that from around the corner came the headlights of a large vehicle. Quickly taking the handgun he watched the approach of the vehicle. "Stand behind me Nikki," Peter said in a ready pose awaiting to see what would happen...
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Meanwhile on the moon....
The Luna I Mission had left Earth two long months ago. The Mission was manned by four people, two women two men, the International Space Agency had sent this mission to scout for a future mining site.
And now they were stranded, Houston, NORAD, even the Pentagon was strangely silent. To the four astronauts this was beginning to add up.
All this started when the comet enveloped Earth in it's tail as it passed. The four astronauts had watched the event and taken pictures and measurements and readings. The Comet had missed the moon by a mere distance.
So now they deduced, they were safe from whatever the Comet did. With rations, water and oxygen at critical levels the four astronauts looked at all there options and decided to return to Earth.
What would they find? Were they the last people alive?
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*Back on Earth...in the heartland of the USA...*
The convoy of twelve mech infantry vehicles, ten tanks and five troop transports had left Washington DC that morning and finally reached their destination, north by west, the town of Springville in Pennsylvania. The commanding officer was not American born but a Australian military general, John Colin Mueller. General Mueller had been sent to Washington DC by the Australian Government in Canberra for hight level security military talks for the transfer of Intelligence.
The morning of the Comet passing Earth, his meeting in the meeting rooms underneath the Pentagon had ended up taking all day and most of the night. While the meeting ended at 10.30PM that evening, many of the personel had ventured above ground to watch the comet's passing. But John was too tired and he took a rest room and lay down and decided to sleep.
He wasn't too fussed to watch a comet. He was more tired. As soon as he fell on the bed, he fell in a fitful rest.
John awoke the next morning fully refreshed and checked his watch. It was 11AM. At first he couldn't believe the time and what bothered him was that no-one had awakened him. No minders, no security for the meeting with the president. He stood and brushed down the creases on his clothing and put on his jacket.
He opened the door and looked up and down the lightened hallway. There was no sign of anyone, just damned silence. He walked briskly to the meeting room down at the end of the long hallway. He opened the sliding door and looked inside....nobody at all.
"Hello, anybody?" He called out. Nothing nobody replied. This must be some joke, he thought to himself. He walked to the table and picked up a black phone, checking the dial tone, there was one.....he tried a secure line to the phone reception. It rang and rang, and nobody picked up. To John, the whole situation was getting stranger and stranger.
Was this some dream he was living, he thought to himself, Or have I lost it?
He walked back out of the meeting room and quickly walked back down the hallway and to the elevator. Pressing the button, the door opened and he got in, he pressed the Pentagon Ground Level....He would see for himself...
The lift finally reached the level he picked and the doors opened and he stepped out into the lobby of the Pentagon. Nobody. Silence..... He walked to the unmanned reception desk and there was nobody there either......
And for John, this was the beginning of a new chapter in his life.....
The Convoy moved into the center of Springville, which seemed silent and deserted. The buildings were dark and the streetlights were out. Suddenly there was a churning grrrl in the air and a molotov cocktail slammed against a tank, causing no damage. It was at this moment that hooded figures swarmed out of the darkness in numerous numbers. The guns on the mech vehicles and tanks started firing into the hooded figures. Many fell in the barrage of fire, as the troop transports filed out with green khaki uniformed loyal Marines, fifty in all. The highly trained army outfit fought well and at first seemed that they would have easy pickings of these hooded figures. It was only when the bullet ridden hooded figures started to move and stir and get up that the soldiers realised that they had more of a problem than they thought they had at first.
More effective were the tank cannons, which blew the hooded figures into body pieces, but alas there were too many of the hooded figures and not enough tanks.
And the tables started to turn against the well trained soldiers. The calls of retreat fell on death ears as the soldiers were being surrounded. One by one, the hooded figures killed the soldiers either by biting into the throats or ripping into the hearts. The almost sickening horrifying screams from the hooded figures was only drowned out by the gurgling sounds of men dying or the almost animal laughs and grunts by the hooded ones. The mech vehicles and tanks began to pull out, and retreat, leaving their comrades to die in most painful ways.
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Peter Freebourne was shadowed by two emotions at that particular moment, one of gladness that there were other people in LA, and the other emotion was of uncertainty bordering on fear; what if these people are like the one's in the church? Or mentally unstable? He would find out.
He felt Nikki's hands on his hips as he heard her fearful breaths turn into gasps. It was late afternoon and the shadows were lengthening and darkening quickly. Peter made out two figures in the vehicle, and one of the figures remained in the large vehicle.
The other figure was approaching them with his own weapon drawn and raised like Peter's in a steady but anxiety driven action.
"Hello," the figure called out, it was a man's voice. "you're the first people we've seen here. Have you two seen anyone else?"
Peter breathed a sigh of relief but still was ready for anything. At least its not a crazy from the church, he told himself.
"Hello there, and you two are the first normal people we have seen today as well." Peter replied.
As the man stepped closer, he came within the light. Yes, he appeared to be normal, he would have to take a chance eyeing the stranger's weaponry.
"How about we lower our weapons and make some much need introductions and information exchanges?"
Peter lowered his handgun and placed it on the hood of his car. This was a risk he was willing to take.....
That sounds reasonable to me," the stranger said.
Peter's body somewhat relaxed from its tense state as he watched the man sling the rifle. Peter knew his gun was close at hand if trouble did eventuate as he saw the man's right hand stop just short of his holstered pistol.
"What did you mean by "first normal people"? The man asked. "I haven't seen anyone and Kate only two would be rapists,"
"Well, just think yourself lucky. So the woman in the armoured car driver's seat is Kate? Well I'm Peter and this is Nikki," responded Peter. He saw as Nikki came from behind him and to his side, still close. "I met her just down the road a while ago...."
Peter told the man his story from the time of waking up in the hospital to the scene at the church. He finished and offered his hand for a handshake. He smiled at the man feeling now more at ease.
"And what would your name be. And how did you survive this quagmire of a world?"
"I'm Jake Thompson and that's Kate behind the wheel. Nice to meet you both and glad we're not the only ones alive," he said with a smile.
"I live NE of San Bernadino and was in my workshop for over a week. When I came out there wasn't anything alive that I could see. So I went to Bakersfield, "requisitioned" the armored car just in case, stocked it and headed here figuring LA would have the most chance of having survivors of whatever happened. I ran into Kate about half an hour ago and we were on our way to the main library to see if we could learn anything about what happened to everyone and the animals. Last night I slept in a room in a motel outside of Bakersfield and ate in it's restaurant. What do you say we do the same thing tonight? How about picking a hotel or motel and getting adjoining rooms so we can give each other support if it's needed, get something to eat and perhaps have a drink or two while we talk about what to do next.What do you two think about that idea?" Jake says as he looked around at the buildings and up at the darkening sky.
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