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Project Bluechip: Watertown NYComplex C: Patient WardTest Subject: Clayton HunterCompound SS-V2765Gabe Kohlson moved away from the monitors. "Heart rate is dropping, don't you think..." He stopped as the monitor began to chime softly. Before he could get fully turned around the chiming turned into a strident alarm that rose and fell. "Dammit," Kohlson said as he finished his turn."What is it," David Johns wheeled his chair across the short space of the control room. His outstretched hands caught him at the counter top and slowed him at Kohlson's monitor."Flat lined," Kohlson said as he pushed a button on the wall to confirm what the doctors one level up already knew. Clayton Hunter was dead."I see it," Doctor Ed Adams replied over the ceiling speakers. The staff called him Doctor Christmas for his long white beard and oversize belly. "Berty and I are on the way.""Lot of good that will do," Johns muttered. Kohlson turned to him. "Go on in... Do CPR if you want... They don't pay me enough to do it. I don't know what that shit is. Look at the way the Doc suits up. Clayton Hunter will be in rigor before anyone gets in there at all.""No argument," Johns said. He wheeled back to his own monitor, called up an incident sheet and began to type."Me too," Kohlson agreed. "Preserve the video, med and monitor data." He punched a few buttons on his console and an interface for the medical equipment came up. He saved the last 48 hours of data, and then began to fill out his own incident report. These reports might never be seen by more than one person, maybe two if you counted the person that wrote it, Kohlson thought, but it would always be there. Classified. Top secret for the next hundred years or so. And he wondered about that too. Would it even be released after a long period? He doubted it. The shit they were doing here was bad. Shit you didn't ever want the American public to know about. This incident report, along with the one Johns was doing, would probably get buried deep under some program listing that no one would ever suspect to look into. Or, maybe, it would get burned right along with Clayton Hunter's body. He glanced up at the clock and then went back to typing."Uh... Call it 4:32 PM?" He asked."Works for me," Johns agreed."I got 94 for the body," Johns said."Yeah... Yeah, me too. That's a fast drop, but we both got the same thing. 94 it is... No heart, no respiratory, dead as dog shit.""Dog shit," Johns agreed. They both fell silent as they typed. A few moments later the doors to the observation room chimed, the air purifiers turned on with a high pitched whine, and they could both feel the air as it dragged past them and into the air ducts. The entire volume would be replaced and the room depressurized and then re-pressurized before the doors would open. And that would only happen after the air was tested and retested. A good twenty minutes away before anyone would step foot into the room with Clayton Hunter.
Arlene's JournalIt's the night before the six will leave to go back to the outside. I think of it that way... The outside. This place is something I have never had. So much love, so much caring, it overwhelmed me for the first little while. That and the other. Having to kill a man. But it was worse for those who stayed behind when we made our way to this place. If they had not stayed to fight the rest of us would not have been able to get away. David told me what it had been like for them. They had to kill too. They had to kill children that were controlled like puppets. Deadly puppets to be sure, but a puppet is a puppet... a slave.And now we're sending them back out again into a world that can't be any better than it was. It's worse in some ways. We didn't have to deal with the dead. The radio tells us they have taken over most of the bigger cities. I just can't imagine it. But We're sending them out tomorrow, and all so that we can live a little better. Nothing that we absolutely have to have. We have everything we could ever need right here. But to live better. To live better we need other things. It makes me wonder if we have changed all that much after all. I hope it is not a move toward the old society. I really hope not. Enough negativity though. They're going. I voted yes too, and there are thing's they will bring back that I asked for too.On a lighter note I think almost every woman in the Nation is pregnant. I guess that's a bit of an exaggeration, but not much. Me, Patty, Candace, Lilly, Annie. Jane, Alice and Amber are pretty sure. There are so many more people here. It seems almost like we grow every week. Maybe we do, come to think of it. Oh and now Molly too, and I wonder who the father is? But how would I ask Molly without sounding too nosy or even insensitive? Babies and more Babies, and thank God for them. They are our real crop. We joke about that, how in a few weeks it will be time to bring in the corn and that's our crop, but our real business, our real crop, is babies.Sandy and Susan are thinking about it too, only they both want to get pregnant. They're trying to decide who goes first. God bless them.Some times I think I am a long way from my roots. In another respect it seems to me that I have spent my entire life trying to get to this place... This condition... And I am so glad that I am here.May God go with ours tomorrow as they go back to the outside. Keep them safe. Bring them right back to us.
Donita: New York: The fires smoldered but no longer burned. Donita walked down Eighth Avenue towards Columbus Circle. Behind her a silent army followed, numbering in the thousands. From the circle they would take the park. There were thousands of the living camped out in the park. She could smell them on the air that flowed past her face as she walked. They had believed they were safe in their numbers. They had believed that nothing could touch them with their barricades. And for a time that had been true, but that time was passed now. She had left rapid city and begun her walk with only twenty-five faithful. Jeff, the big red haired man that she had taken months before, was still with her. One of the twins, and several boys who followed. The others had come to her as she walked. The small towns, and the dead cities along the way, added their contributions from those that had gathered in those places. Many waiting for her. There were dozens of cities they controlled now. Dotted along the route she had walked. Some she had called and set in a place of power with the ability to call more of their own to them. Some had been there waiting for her. All had known who she was, and all had bowed to her power.She had wound up through the southern states, what had been left of Mobile, Alabama had fallen easily, from there they had taken Atlanta, Georgia, and then into the Carolinas, Columbus, Charlotte, Durham, and spreading beyond that into Richmond, Virginia. She had followed the scent of the living from there into the wilderness and looked down on their place of refuge from the ridge tops with her soldiers spread out around her. She had left reluctantly, but with the knowledge that she would be back.A scatter of wrecked and long burned out vehicles partially blocked the entrance. A line of buses blocked the roads and pathways into the park. Sheet steel was welded over the windows. Holes burned through with Acetylene torches every few feet as gun ports.She watched as the barrel of a rifle slipped through a ragged hole in the sheet steel. She looked around at her silent army once more and then thrust her head back, face staring up at the moon, and screamed into the darkening night. As a mass they all ran at the line of buses.
Methuselah's Pillar moves at quantum speed as the action thriller combines worlds of germ warfare, espionage, myth and ancient history. A shepherd minding his flock thinks he's heard thunder. He's soon running for his life as rockets swoosh by. A missile explodes on a ravine hillside and opens a crevasse. He dives in for cover but falls into an ancient sanctuary where he finds a lost ancient artifact known as Methuselah's Pillar. According to legend, Methuselah had received the inscribed pillar from his seven times great grandfather, Adam, and then went on to become the oldest man who ever lived. Later, Moses possessed the pillar and delivered the Hebrews from the powerful Egyptian army with miracles. Did some of Moses' divine help come from another time and place? Does the pillar contain information, secrets, that today's scientists could find extremely helpful, or deadly, to humanity? American surveillance drones in Afghanistan discover something that demands closer investigation. Samantha Conway, a renowned archaeologist and expert in ancient writings, soon finds herself caught between the CIA and insurgents in a race to translate miraculous recipes of life and death as the last and most deadly of Moses' plagues returns. W. G. Griffiths was born, raised, and currently lives on Long Island. His other novels include Malchus, Driven, Takedown, Stingers, and Talons. For contact information, upcoming events and new releases go to www.wggriffiths.com.
An alcoholic who drank a fifth of whiskey a day, author W. G. Ehrman also smoked more than two packs of cigarettes a day and loved Playboy magazine. Then his life took a turn, and he became a born-again Christian, rededicating his life to Jesus in 1973. In Its All About Him , Ehrman offers an inspired book of encouragement about God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit, and what they do for Christians during times of challenges. Presenting a host of two-minute messages and scriptural verses that speak about the Lord, the passages are designed to give peace during a crisis or simply bring comfort. He invites all to keep God at the center of their lives, watching the spirit of God at work in all they do. A companion during challenging and fearful times and a source for inspiration, Its All about Him shares a collection of spiritual words of advice, wisdom, and hope.
