Apocalypse- the Plan

by Gary M. Chesla

  I looked at the pictures, “It looks like a word or a name and a number.”

  “I wonder what that means?” I asked. “Do you have any idea?”

  “I didn’t know when I was there, but when I got back, I did a little research,” Wilson replied. “You won’t believe what I found.”

  “No, I’m sure we won’t,” Joe replied.

  “I googled all the names on the plaques,” Wilson said. “What I found out was that each of the plaques have the last name of the person and the year they were abducted by aliens.”

  “The year they were what?” Bud asked.

  “Alien abductions?” Al added. “You’re kidding? If they were abducted by aliens, why are they in the hospital ward of an Air Force base?”

  “Each of the names on the plaques had claimed at some time in the past to have been abducted by aliens,” Wilson replied.

  “I knew this would all come around to having something to do with little green men,” Joe said. “This is getting crazy.”

  “Let’s say this is all real,” I said. “Why would the government have all those people here experimenting on them?”

  “To find out what made them all go batshit crazy and to have claimed to have seen aliens,” Joe said. “They’re trying to stop this insanity before it spreads into the general population.”

  “That’s the scary part,” Wilson replied.

  “Scarier than what they seem to have done to these poor bastards?” I asked.

  “It’s why they are doing all these experiments on these people,” Wilson replied. “I also believe it is also why the government is trying to keep all the information about alien encounters secret. This is what would panic the world if this information got out.”

  “Please, don’t keep us waiting,” Joe said as he rolled his eyes.

  “When I was at the far end of the floor, I heard the elevator ding and the doors started to open,” Wilson said.

  “I knew I would be in trouble if anyone found me here, so I quickly dropped down to the floor. I was pretty certain that guys from the mess hall weren’t allowed down there and there wouldn’t be any way to talk myself out of this one. So when I spotted a half open door on the back wall, and heard foot steps coming my way, I crawled through the door and found that I had crawled into a closet. That was why I was late getting back last night. I was trapped in that closet and there wasn’t any way I could get out of there until whoever had come into third level would leave.

  I was lucky that no one came near the closet, with the door halfway open they would have seen me, and I didn’t dare take a chance and try to close the door, so I just huddled down on the floor and waited.”

  “Did you hear anything or see who they were?” I asked.

  “I saw three men come back and start working on this one guy,” Wilson replied, “and I could hear them talking. I’ll spare you all their small talk, but from what they said, all these people were brought here because it had been discovered that all the people that had claimed to have been abducted had a small implant in their brains.”

  “A brain implant?” I asked.

  “A small implant deep in their brains,” Wilson replied. “It was so small that it took years for our medical equipment to advance far enough to discover that they were there. Once the government became aware of the implants, the government started to abduct these people themselves and bring them here to find out what they could learn about these alien implants.”

  “Where you able to hear if they had learned anything about the implants?” Al asked excitedly.

  “The first thing they learned was that if you messed with the implant, it activated,” Wilson replied. “The people at the back of the floor all had their implants activated. When the implant is activated, the device disperses a blue liquid into the human brain. I heard them talking about the blue liquid and what it does, the result of the blue liquid being released into the brain is that the person is turned into some kind of zombie. The body dies, but there is something in the implant that is able to power and control the brain after the body is dead.

  The first time that had they tried to remove one of the implants, the person’s body was transformed into some kind of zombie that killed all the doctors and nurses in the room. It was then they knew they had to find out more about the implants to determine why the aliens were implanting them into humans.

  They started to take precautions to avoid being killed by the test subject if they would activate the implant by accident again, so they started to secure the people to the beds before trying to remove the implants after that.

  Half of the people on the third level have been turned into one of those zombies because so far they haven’t been able to remove any of the transplants without activating them.”

  “Did you hear them say all of that?” I asked.

  “I learned all that and more,” Wilson replied. “The bodies they have on the third level where the implant has been activated, they are attempting to find an antidote to the blue liquid because they haven’t been able to find a way to kill the test subject or to control them in any way after the implant has been activated. The patients that still resemble humans are being used as test subjects to find a way to remove the implant. They have been trying to remove them for years without any success.”

  “Did they say anything about the implant itself, what does it do besides release this blue liquid?” I asked.

  “It sounded like that at first they thought the blue liquid was a self-defense mechanism that was built into the implant,” Wilson replied. “But after they removed the implant from a few of the people where the implants had discharged the blue liquid, they discovered that the implants were nothing more than containers for the liquid with a micro receiver attached to the container. They compared it to an IED used by terrorists in the old Iraqi War. It appears that the sole purpose of the implants is to release the blue liquid into the brain when the receiver is triggered. What the doctors are worried about is that they don’t know why the implants are meant to be activated.”

  “That doesn’t sound like something that an advanced civilization would come all the way to Earth to do,” Joe said. “Not that I am buying any of this alien stuff, but that sounds more like a practical joke of some kind, or cruelty to animals. Stick a firecracker in some dumb animal’s butt, light it and watch him suffer.”

  “What did they say about the blue liquid or the people that had been subjected to the liquid?” I asked.

  “Like what?” Wilson asked. “They turn the person into zombie like animals that go crazy and try to kill everyone and everything they see, other than that I didn’t learn much else.”

  “What kind of outfits were the doctors wearing?” I asked. “Were they wearing their regular scrubs and masks?”

  “No, they were wearing, I know this isn’t the right description, but it looked like they were wearing space suits,” Wilson replied.

  “Hazmat suits,” Joe said as he looked at me.

  “Yeah, that’s what they were wearing, they looked like those people that go into nuclear reactors to clean up after a radiation leak,” Wilson smiled.

  “They also wear those when they are dealing with an infectious disease,” I added. “Maybe those implants are not merely a practical joke after all.”

  “What do you mean?” Joe asked.

  “Let’s say that whoever created those implants wanted something, something that a group of people had,” I replied. “But the people that had it were an obstacle to getting whatever the people that created the implants wanted. You implant a few of those devices and release the people with the implants back into the general population. When you are ready to take what you wanted, you activate the implants and wait for the people in your way to eliminate themselves, then you are free to go in and take what you want.”

  “Yeah, maybe the aliens aren’t interested in the people on Earth, they consider us to be an infestation that needs to be eliminated before they come to inhabit our plan
et,” Wilson said.

  “Or maybe this doesn’t have anything to do with aliens at all,” I replied. “Maybe what you stumbled on is a top-secret experimental weapons facility.”

  “You mean biological weapons,” Joe said, “but they are illegal.”

  “That hasn’t stopped anyone from experimenting with that shit before,” I said.

  “You could be right,” Joe nodded.

  I could see Wilson thinking.

  “But why are all the test subjects people that had claimed to have been abducted by aliens?” Wilson asked. “This all seems to be far and above anything Earth science would be able to come up with.”

  “Everything isn’t always what it appears to be,” I replied. “All this alien abductions, alien sightings and UFO hysteria, seems to me to be the perfect cover for an operation like this.”

  “If this doesn’t have anything to do with aliens,” Wilson smiled, “then why did the one doctor send his assistant down to the fourth level to get the materials he planned on using tonight to attempt to remove an implant without activating it.”

  “I don’t understand what you mean,” I said. “What did he send his assistant down to the fourth level to get?”

  “Alien skin tissue,” Wilson replied with a triumphant look on his face. “The doctor is going to cover his forceps with alien skin tissue in the hopes that the implant will not be activated when it is touched by a familiar substance from its home world as opposed to the alien touch of an Earth metal.”

  “I don’t know Wilson,” I said. “Maybe you just misunderstood what they were saying.”

  “I’m positive that was what I heard,” Wilson replied. “But I’m going to find out for sure tonight. Tonight, I plan to sneak down to the fourth level to see for myself what they are hiding down there.”

  “Wilson, after everything you told us, I think you are in way over your head on this one,” I said. “In fact, forget what you said earlier about disappearing if anyone found out what you knew, you could end up strapped to a bed with a brain implant if they find you sneaking around.”

  “It’s worth that chance,” Wilson replied.

  Chapter 6

  We all went down to the mess hall, except for Wilson, he stayed at the barracks to get some sleep after being out all night.

  It was a suggestion I had made for Wilson to get some sleep that he quickly accepted. Wilson said he was beat and requested we bring him something back to snack on later when he got up.

  I had made the suggestion not out of concern for Wilson needing some rest, but out of concern for the rest of us, I felt we needed to talk about what Wilson had just told us.

  We were all tired after just getting off duty, but I felt we needed to determine what Wilson had just discovered. We also wanted to discuss the matter without Wilson. To Wilson, it was all about aliens, but I wasn’t so sure.

  We again had the mess hall to ourselves. With as many people as were supposed to be here on this base, it was strange that we had never seen anyone other than Sergeant Mitchell and the truck driver in the few days we had been here. Only Wilson had claimed to have seen other people, and we weren’t sure how reliable Wilson was after the last few days.

  We each grabbed a cup of coffee, then took a table in the far corner of the mess hall.

  “What do you make of all of this?” Joe asked.

  “I think I’m starting to believe in little green men,” Al replied.

  “Me too,” Bud added. “In fact, this place is starting to creep me out with all this talk of alien abductions and pictures of humans with alien brain implants.”

  “I’m not a UFO fan so I’m not ready to buy into alien brain implants, but I think Wilson has stumbled onto something here, I’m just not sure what it is yet?” I replied.

  “I was beginning to think he had gone crazy or was delusional,” Joe said, “But what about the pictures he had? There were some disturbing images on his phone if he really took those pictures last night.”

  “If he didn’t take those pictures last night, then where did he get them?” Bud asked.

  “He has gone to a few UFO conventions over the last couple of months,” Joe replied.

  “He has been talking about some professor from Dartmouth he heard speak on UFOs,” I added. “That was when he started getting really obsessed with aliens, but he never said anything about taking pictures at any of the conventions. I would think if he had taken the pictures before, he would have showed them to us before now.”

  We sat silently and drank our coffee.

  “Whether he actually saw something last night, or if he has finally gone over the edge, I don’t think we should let him go running around here at night by himself,” Joe finally said. “There is no telling what the hell he could get himself and us into.”

  “Since none of us are his superior officer and can order him to drop it, what do you suggest we do?” I grinned. “Tie him to his bunk.”

  “Why not?” Joe chuckled.

  “He seems to be so obsessed right now that he would probably go AWOL at some point to get back over to that hangar,” I replied. “The way I see it, we only have two options.”

  “I don’t think we can shoot him,” Joe said looking amused as he chuckled.

  “Well, I guess we have three options instead of just two,” I smiled. “I was thinking we could have him confined to sick bay for a few days, but I don’t think we can trust Mitchell, he would probably have Wilson locked up for the rest of his life after he heard what Wilson has been doing.”

  “So, what’s left?” Joe asked.

  “I think we need to go with Wilson tonight to find out what he is doing,” I replied.

  “All right!” Al exclaimed. “I’d love to get a look at all those creepy zombie people on the third level.”

  “I’m really curious about what is down on the fourth level,” Bud added. “Do you really think they could have captured aliens down there?”

  “We can’t all go with Wilson,” I said. “We would stand out like a sore thumb and all end up in the brig. I also don’t think we are going to see any aliens. I’m just concerned that Wilson stumbled onto something that could get him into big trouble if he is caught sneaking around down there.

  I think we can only take the chance of having one person go with him and I think I’m the one that should go. I feel responsible for letting him go down there in the first place.”

  “Another thing, if Wilson really was on the third floor and the government is experimenting with biological shit,” Joe asked. “Maybe we should all stay the hell away from Wilson until we see if he comes down with anything?”

  “I think we need to keep an eye on him, but if he appears to be fine and heads back over to the hangar tonight, I’m going to go with him,” I replied. “We need to resolve this problem before it gets out of hand.”

  “Before it gets out of hand,” Joe laughed. “This is already the weirdest assignment I’ve ever been on. Does it feel strange to anyone else that we haven’t seen anyone else around here? Where is everyone?”

  “It’s a secret anti-missile base,” I replied. “The military doesn’t want satellite images to show any activity that could draw attention to the base. It’s supposed to be abandoned.”

  “Also,” Joe continued, “why haven’t we seen Sergeant Mitchell in the last two days? Who drops off five grunts on a secret missile base and doesn’t bother to check on them? We’ve never had a sergeant that wasn’t chewing our asses twenty-four hours a day. It’s as if no one gives a shit what the hell we do. If you ask me, it’s like they are playing with us, watching us for some reason.”

  “For what purpose?” I asked. “I admit it feels strange, but what could they hope to accomplish?”

  “The hell if I know,” Joe replied. “All I know is that there is something about this place that doesn’t seem right.”

  “Now you’re beginning to sound like Wilson,” I laughed.

  After our discussion, which solved very little, we re
turned to the barracks to get some sleep.

  Wilson was sound asleep. He seemed to be sleeping comfortably, and didn’t look like he was in any distress, but we all still took a bunk as far away from him as we could.

  I wrote a note and put it on Wilson’s pillow to wake me when he got up. Against my better judgement, I was still intending to go with him when he went on his evening adventure. I could only hope that by taking this step that I could end all this craziness. But I had to agree with Joe, this had been the strangest assignment that any of us had ever been on.

  I felt like I had just gone to sleep, when someone began to shake my shoulder.

  I looked up expecting to find Joe telling me to get up, that the truck would be here soon, but instead I saw Wilson.

  “Hey Wilson,” I said then asked, “What’s up?”

  “You left me a note to wake you before I left,” Wilson replied. “I’m just about ready to leave, did you want to ask me something before I go?”

  “What time is it?” I asked as I struggled to sit up on my bunk.

  “It’s 1900 hours,” Wilson replied. “I need to get moving so I can get back here before we go on duty. I hope I don’t get stuck in another closet tonight, that scared the hell out of me.”

  “I hope you don’t get stuck in another closet tonight too, because I’m going with you,” I said.

  “You are!” Wilson replied, he looked excited.

  “Yeah, I’m curious,” I said. “I want to see for myself what you saw last night.”

  “Good,” Wilson smiled. “I know you think I’ve lost my mind, but you’ll change your opinion after you see what they are hiding down in the lower levels of that hangar.”

  “We’ll see,” I replied as I got out of my bunk. “Give me a minute to go to the head before we go.”

  “No problem,” Wilson smiled then added, “You might want to take off that armband while you’re at it.”