Apocalyptic Visions Super Boxset
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He felt better when Fay would come and take the kids from him. He didn’t like to be left alone with them anymore. They reminded him too much of his wife, and they represented his failure as a husband, and a father.
Jung rolled onto his back. It took more effort than he thought it would. The past week of drinking with little to no food had left his body weak. He tried pushing himself up with his elbows, but he collapsed back on the bed.
He could feel the strain of his heart from the exertion of moving, the pounding of his chest trying to pump life throughout his body, struggling to keep him alive. His breath accelerated. He could feel his muscles tightening from the stress. He gulped for air.
Finally, his heart rate slowed and the panic subsided. He lay there for a few more minutes before he tried again. This time he managed to sit upright, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.
One of Claire’s dolls was lying on the ground next to his feet. The doll’s eyes were staring back at him, motionless, lifeless. He flipped the doll over with his foot and tried standing.
His steps were wobbly, uneven. A sharp pain shot through him when he moved. Everything was so stiff and rigid.
Jung grabbed a paper cup sitting next to the sink in the bathroom. He reached for the faucet absentmindedly, forgetting there wasn’t any running water, there wasn’t any power, and soon there wouldn’t be any food.
He crushed the cup in his hand and threw it against the wall. The moments of helplessness he’d felt since all of this started began to well up within him.
The riots at the airport, the struggles on the road, the events at the cabin—he was nothing more than a pawn in the rest of the world’s game. Each member of his family was a pawn, and one of them had already been sacrificed by his lack of power.
When the lights went off it didn’t just shut down the country, it shut him down. All of his wealth, all of his influence and contacts meant nothing with the power turned off.
Jung grabbed the shower curtain and ripped it down. The ringlets and shower bar crashed to the bathroom’s tile. He flung the curtain out of the bathroom and onto the carpet.
Soaps and other cups still lined the bathroom sink. Jung swept his arms over the marble tops, knocking everything off.
He ripped the towel rack from the wall and smashed the mirror with the blunt end, splintering the mirror into hundreds of cracks and broken lines. He sent his fists through the walls, putting holes in the drywall.
He flipped the mattress from the bed frame, smashed the lamps, pulled the drawers out of the dresser, and crashed the impotent television to the ground.
When Jung finally collapsed to the ground he felt a stinging in his hands from the cuts and bits of glass stuck in them. He yanked out the pieces he could then lay down on the carpet.
The destruction of the room was something he could control. He knew men couldn’t come back from the types of things he did, the things he saw. There was only one other thing within his control. There was only one way out.
***
Claire and Jung Jr. munched on some Cheerios. Billy would make faces at Claire, and she kept giggling. It was the first time he let himself laugh in a long time.
“What happened?” Fay asked.
“You know what happened.”
“They just kicked you out?”
“I left. Whatever damage I caused will take a long time to undo. My brother won’t speak to me. My mother won’t look at me. Whatever family I had died with my father.”
They were words Billy had been thinking for a long time, but never said aloud. It was odd for him, talking about it.
“I’m sorry,” Fay said.
She grabbed his hand and he felt the rush of life flow back into him. The way she was looking at him made him feel things would get better.
“Thanks,” Billy said.
“I’m done!” Jung Jr. shouted.
Fay let go. The warmth of her touch lingered on him for a moment, and Billy refused to move his hand, afraid that doing so would cause the feeling to disappear.
“You guys want to go outside for a little bit, while I bring some food up to your dad?” Fay asked.
The two of them squealed with excitement. They ran outside before Fay could say another word.
“Can you go out front and keep an eye on them for me?” Fay asked.
“Sure.”
Billy chased the two of them outside. They were both pretty fast, but he was able to keep up with them. He set the rifle down on the fountain and found a few rocks. He grabbed some empty cans and bottles and set them up on the short stone wall that surrounded the courtyard.
He tossed the rock over to one of the cans and knocked it over. Jung Jr. laughed and picked up his own rock. When he threw his he missed, but found that even more fun than hitting the can.
Claire got excited since her brother was excited and Billy sat back and watched the two of them just be kids.
Billy remembered when his brother was that little. He was always smiling. There wasn’t anything that he couldn’t make fun.
Out of everything that happened, damaging the relationship he had with his brother was the one thing he wished he could have changed. He still hoped that they could go back to the way things used to be, but it might not be until Joey was older. Until his brother understood the type of man their father really was. He knew the pain would never fully wane, but perhaps it would fade enough for them to be brothers again.
***
Beth dumped the last of the hay bales into the fields as the cows came trotting over. She knew there was a stockpile in town at the feed store, but she had no idea what kind of shape it would be in.
She also had no idea if Mike and his family were still there. She wouldn’t be able to take out their entire group by herself. It would be suicide.
But she knew if she didn’t make the trip into town the livestock wouldn’t last much longer, and with her husband gone Joey would be the only provider of food.
There was always Billy, but she wouldn’t allow herself to go down that road yet. She was still too conflicted and upset about what happened. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever be able to forgive him.
She left the cows to their food and headed back toward the house. Joey was on the porch when she walked up.
“Get ready for supper,” Beth said.
“I’m not hungry.”
Joey had his rifle apart, cleaning it. He put a few drops of oil onto the barrel and wiped it down.
“You have to eat something,” Beth said.
“I told you I’m not hungry.”
He wasn’t looking at her. Beth snatched the rifle from his hands.
“Give that back!” Joey said.
“You don’t talk to me like that!”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore!”
Beth brought her hand to the side of Joey’s face. The slap silenced both of them, and each looked shocked at what happened.
Joey’s lip quivered. Beth’s mouth dropped. She reached out to him, but he backed away. Tears formed in the corner of his eyes.
“Joey, I…” Beth said.
Beth could hear his footsteps thump along the steps as he ran up the stairs inside the house. She looked down at the gun still in pieces on the porch. She bent down and finished cleaning the parts of the rifle Joey left and reassembled the gun.
Beth’s hand was on the handle of the screen door when she heard it. At first she thought it was just a bug buzzing around her ear, but when she realized what it was her eyes found the road.
The truck was slowing down as it approached the farm. When it arrived at the front gate it idled there for a moment before it finally inched forward onto the dirt road leading up to the house.
The dust from the road flew up and swirled into the summer sky. Beth couldn’t see the face of the driver because of the glare of the sun, but from what she could tell it was a military vehicle of some kind.
The tires were large and ribbed for different types of ter
rain. There was a mounted machine gun on the top and heavy armored plates protecting the whole vehicle.
Beth kept the rifle crooked under her arm. She knew it wasn’t loaded, but whoever was in that truck didn’t know that.
The door to the truck swung open and Beth brought the rifle up to her shoulder. A boot hit the gravel followed by another. The man that spun around from the door wore beige army fatigues, aviator sunglasses, and had short crew-cut hair with a clean-shaven face.
He also wore a 9mm pistol holstered on each hip, held together with a belt and additional ammo. He kept walking toward Beth, but neither of them said anything. She was still in shock at the sight of a working vehicle in her front yard.
Beth examined his uniform. There wasn’t a single fiber out of place. She looked back inside the truck to see if there was anyone else, but the sun’s glare still blocked her view. If there were others inside they didn’t step out.
“I can wait for you to grab some bullets to reload if you’d like.”
“Who are you?” Beth asked.
The soldier kept his hands behind his back as he walked up the porch steps. He took off his sunglasses and two piercing blue eyes examined her.
“My name is Cain. I’m a part of the Cincinnati scouting division,” he said.
“Cincinnati? You’re quite a ways from home.”
“Not as far as you’d think,” he said.
“What do you want?”
“Are you here alone?”
Beth took a step back and held up the rifle between them out of instinct, forgetting there wasn’t any ammo in the gun.
“I’m here to help,” Cain said.
“Help how?”
Cain stepped forward, the barrel of the gun pushing into his chest. He leaned forward as far as he could, looking Beth straight in the eyes.
“I can help get back what you lost.”
***
Fay knew something was wrong when she inserted the key into the door for Jung’s room and saw that the chain lock had been set.
“Jung? Jung, open up,” Fay said.
She tried to peek through the small crack in the door, but she couldn’t see anything. She pounded her fist on the door.
“Jung, this isn’t funny.”
That’s when she saw a hand limp on the floor. When the sunlight from the cracked door hit Jung’s hand it shimmered red.
“Jung!”
Fay took a step back and kicked the door in, breaking the chain and flooding the dark room with sunlight. She rushed over to Jung, who was unconscious on the floor. His wrists were cut and blood was everywhere.
“Oh my God, Jung, no.”
She checked his pulse, but couldn’t feel anything. She bent her face down to check his breathing, but there was nothing. She tore the sheets off the bed, wrapping them around Jung’s wrists. She wasn’t sure if there was any blood left to stop, but she couldn’t think of anything else to do. She tied the sheets as tight as she could.
Fay placed her hands on Jung’s chest, trying to remember the CPR course she took a few years back and what she needed to do to try and restart his heart. She placed the heel of her palm on his sternum in the middle of his chest. She pressed down hard, hearing the crack of bones. She didn’t stop though. She counted to thirty and tilted his head back, clearing the airway, and pushed two breaths into his lungs.
“C’mon, Jung, c’mon.”
Fay kept her arms rigid, pressing down on Jung’s chest. She was in the middle of the compressions when she heard Billy running up the stairs. She panicked.
“Billy, don’t bring the kids up here!” Fay shouted.
Billy rushed into the room. Fay looked around for Claire or Jung Jr., but they weren’t with him.
“Don’t worry; I put them in a room downstairs. What happened?” Billy asked.
Fay gestured to the sheets around Jung’s wrists. Blood covered her hands and the carpet.
“He wasn’t breathing when I came in. He was passed out on the floor. I couldn’t feel a pulse either,” Fay said.
“Jesus.”
Billy started messing with the sheets around Jung’s wrists.
“What are you doing?” Fay asked.
“Making a tourniquet.”
Billy rewrapped the sheets, twisting them with one of Fay’s spare magazines she had on her.
“He’s lost a lot of blood,” Billy said.
“He’s going to make it.”
Billy grabbed her arm, but she shoved him off. She wasn’t going to let him die. She couldn’t let him die. This was her job. If she failed, then the kids downstairs wouldn’t have anyone.
The thought crossed her mind that the kids might be better off without him alive, but she didn’t want to believe that. She knew Jung was only a shadow of the person that he used to be, but she didn’t think that all of him was gone.
She finished another thirty compressions and when she put her mouth over his and blew Jung coughed.
“He’s breathing. Jung, can you hear me? Jung?” Fay asked.
Fay shook him, but there wasn’t any other sign of life. She checked his breath one more time to be sure.
Billy placed his finger on Jung’s neck and held it there, still as water.
“It’s faint, but it’s there,” Billy said.
“Thank God.”
“We need to get fluids in him fast. Do you have any first aid equipment stored anywhere?” Billy asked.
“Whatever I found is in my room. You stay here with him. I’m going to go check on the kids and then bring back some supplies. What room did you put the kids in?”
“One twenty-three.”
“Okay, I’ll be back.”
Fay headed down the staircase and when she made it to the bottom she stopped. Her head felt dizzy, her legs turned to jelly. All of the adrenaline rushed out of her. She grabbed the staircase rail to steady herself and shut her eyes. She focused on gathering her strength and when she felt sturdier she found room 123.
Jung Jr. and Claire were huddled together on the bed. Both of them looked frightened when she came inside, but as soon as they recognized her they both ran to her.
“You guys all right?” Fay asked.
Neither of them would let go of her legs. Fay reached down and picked up Claire. She grabbed Jung Jr.’s hand and walked to the bed.
“Did you guys hear me yelling?”
Jung Jr. nodded his head. Claire wiped her eyes. Fay didn’t know how she was going to explain their father’s condition. She knew Claire wouldn’t understand, but Jung Jr. was probably old enough to grasp it.
“Your dad’s…”
She trailed off. The two faces looking at her had lost their mother, their father was trying to take himself out of the equation, they were stuck in a place incredibly far away from their home, and there wasn’t any guarantee that they’d ever see it again.
Fay figured they had other family somewhere. She just had to keep them safe long enough to find them. That would be the first thing she’d speak to Jung about when he woke up. She wasn’t going to take any more chances with him.
“Your dad isn’t feeling well,” Fay finally sputtered out.
“Is he dying?” Jung Jr. asked.
“No, he’s going to be fine,” Fay replied.
Jung Jr. buried his face in her stomach and Claire started to play with her hair. Whatever Jung was going through Fay had to snap him out of. She couldn’t let these kids lose the only parent they had left.
Day 23 (Cincinnati)
Both Colonel Cadogan and Sergeant Blake escorted Mike to Bram’s apartment. He was patted down three different times: once before he entered the building, once before he was allowed in the elevator, and one more time before he was ushered onto Bram’s penthouse floor.
Mike stepped out of the elevator and was escorted into Bram’s living room.
The furniture was simple, but modern. There were a few paintings and pictures placed on various walls. The wood floors were shined and glossy.
But everything else failed in comparison to the view that the apartment granted. The entire south wall was a window giving a panoramic picture of the city and the Ohio River.