Apocalyptic Visions Super Boxset

by James Hunt

  “Until they have a way to move a unit of men across the river, then there’s nothing we can do.”

  She knew he was right, but she didn’t like hearing it. As soon as their shift was over they beelined for Cadogan’s office.

  The colonel was sitting at his desk when his assistant ushered both Kalen and Sam inside. He was jotting down something on a piece of paper.

  “Well?” Kalen asked.

  “Same story as yesterday. We don’t have the boats to get across the river,” Cadogan said.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me. How have you guys not put anything in motion for that?” Kalen asked.

  “Take it easy,” Sam said.

  “If you just look at it from a strategic point it’s insane not to be scrambling to put a plan together.”

  “Kalen.”

  “But you’re just sitting in your office with your thumb up your ass waiting for something to happen!”

  “Kalen!”

  Cadogan didn’t lose his composure. He rested the pen on the desk, folded his hands together, and pushed the piece of paper he was writing on aside.

  “Ms. Grant, the only reason I’ve allowed you this type of leniency is because of the delicate nature of your situation. If you talk to me like that again I will have you shot,” Cadogan said. “Is that clear?”

  “Let’s go, Kalen,” Sam said.

  She wanted to kill him. She could do it. She’d done it before. The strap of her rifle was still slung over her shoulder. It wouldn’t take long; just one quick motion, a squeeze of the trigger.

  Every muscle in her body was tense. Her adrenaline was pumping so hard that she could barely feel Sam’s hand gripped around her arm.

  Once they were out of the building Sam kept trying to talk to her, but she ignored him. The only thing she could focus on at the moment was not running back into the building and spreading Cadogan’s brains over the back wall of his office.

  “It’s not smart to pick a fight with a guy who has hundreds of men at his disposal,” Sam said.

  The adrenaline was subsiding. She could feel herself getting tired. The strap on her rifle was slowly sliding off her shoulder. She didn’t realize it was falling until Sam caught it.

  “Are you all right?” Sam asked.

  “It’s not fair, Sam.”

  “I know.”

  “This shouldn’t be happening to us. My family didn’t do anything. My dad didn’t do anything. I didn’t do anything to have this happen to me.”

  Everything was becoming overwhelming. She looked down at her hands. They always seemed to have a red tinge to them now, as if they were permanently stained with blood.

  Sam pulled her in close. She didn’t want to fight anymore. She didn’t want to be a part of this war. All she wanted to do right now was collapse into nothing. She didn’t want to think about her family, or where she was, or what she’d have to do tomorrow. She wanted to go back to the place where everything was normal, but she knew that part of her life was broken.

  ***

  Nelson pulled a wrench out of the toolbox and tightened the nut on the water heater. He wiped the grease off his hands and headed back upstairs.

  There was a young man in a shirt and tie standing at the sink in the kitchen when Nelson walked in.

  “Try it now,” Nelson said.

  The young man turned the handle of the faucet and the water came rushing out.

  “It’s getting warmer. Thanks for coming down and looking at it,” the young man said.

  “You’re welcome.”

  This had been what most of his days had consisted of since he’d been in Cincinnati. There were more broken things to fix than he had time in the day, but he did what he could. He was one of only five other maintenance workers in the city.

  When Nelson made it back to his office building there were guards stationed out front along with one of the military vehicles he remembered seeing when they first arrived.

  Inside, all of the other maintenance workers were corralled in the break room. Each of them had his head down. The guards had their rifles aimed at Nelson’s coworkers.

  “You’re part of the repair team?” Sergeant Blake asked.

  “I am.”

  “Have you had any experience with infrastructure damage in factories?”

  “A little. There was a bad storm that came through Pittsburgh five or six years ago that damaged some of the buildings the company I consulted for were working on.”

  “You’re coming with us.”

  The guards with Sergeant Blake grabbed Nelson by the arms and pulled him out to the vehicle.

  They drove through the streets of Cincinnati toward the north entrance where Nelson and his group originally came in. From there they headed west for ten minutes and parked outside a factory, heavily guarded.

  Nelson had never seen this part of the city. It looked more like a military base.

  The soldiers led him around the back of the factory and through one of the side doors. The area where he entered was an office space, but he could hear the humming of large machinery, and the shouts of men beyond the office walls.

  “Through here,” Blake said.

  Nelson followed him through one of the doors and into the factory. Massive cylinders were being hauled around, then fed into an assembly line. He tried getting a closer look, but the soldiers kept blocking his view.

  The back of the factory was completely sectioned off. All of the equipment in the area was destroyed and part of the wall had collapsed with crack lines running all the way up to the ceiling.

  “What happened here?” Nelson asked.

  “I need you to check the stability of the wall. Make sure it’ll still stand,” Blake said.

  “I’ll need the original blueprints to have something to go on, and I’ll also need to inspect the rest of the building.”

  “How long is this going to take?”

  “Depends on what I find.”

  Nelson laid the blueprints to the building across a table they set up for him in the back. He walked along the perimeter, doing a quick visual inspection on both the inner and outer walls.

  While he was on the inside his eyes kept wandering to the workers in the factory. The more Nelson saw, the more he understood what the factory’s purpose was.

  They made bombs.

  He could see the stockpiles of weapons poking out from the tarps that concealed them. There were hundreds of missiles, all ranging in different sizes and shapes. Some of them were small, but the majority of them were massive.

  All of the damage he could find seemed to be contained to the back wall. The rest of the building was intact. Whatever had happened didn’t affect the rest of the factory.

  “I should come back in a few days, make sure everything’s stable. You’ll have to completely tear down that back wall though if you want it repaired,” Nelson said.

  “That won’t be necessary,” Blake answered.

  Blake nodded to his men and they grabbed Nelson by the arms and started pulling him outside. The soldiers were rougher with him than before.

  Once they were outside the soldiers shoved Nelson to the ground. He caught himself on the palms of his hands and the skin tore against the concrete, causing them to bleed.

  “Hey!” Nelson said.

  Sergeant Blake aimed his pistol at Nelson’s head. Nelson’s hands flew up in the air.

  “Whoa, just, listen… You don’t have to do this,” Nelson said.

  Nelson crawled backwards on his hands and feet, his palms stinging each time he moved.

  “We have our orders,” Blake said.

  Three successive shots left Blake’s gun and sent bullets flying into Nelson’s chest. Nelson fell to his back and gargled what last few breaths of life he had left.

  ***

  Mike was soaking wet when he crawled up the seawall on the other side of the river. He tossed the flotation device back in the water and ripped his shirt off and wrung it out.

  He checked his
pocket for the remote that Wyatt gave him. It was still there. He had to get to his family and let them know what was going on.

  There weren’t any soldiers on patrol in the area Mike arrived in. He wanted to avoid any contact with anyone other than his family as much as possible. He didn’t want to waste time being questioned by Bram’s men about what happened.

  After twenty minutes of walking north he decided to turn east and head closer to the epicenter of the city where his family was located. He was hoping his clothes would have dried a bit, but he was still soggy.

  There was a men’s clothing store along the way and he managed to find a dry pair of pants and shirt. He snagged a hat off one of the shelves and pulled it low over his forehead.

  The closer he moved to the center of the city the more people he saw. Luckily most of them were civilians. He kept his head down, not looking anyone in the eye.

  The hotel where his family was located was only a few more blocks down the road. He was still tired from the swim, but the knowledge that he was so close gave him a burst of energy that he didn’t have before.

  Then, right before he made it to the hotel he stopped. He couldn’t go through the front door. The guards would check him. He’d have to sneak in, but he had no idea if there were any other entrances to the building. He’d only been in and out the front exit.

  The fire escape.

  But he knew he couldn’t get to it from the ground floor. Mike walked to the building next to the hotel and checked the gap between both structures. The alley couldn’t have been more than four feet wide. If he could get to the top of the other building he could jump for it.

  Mike went down the side of the adjacent building. The fire escape there was still intact. He started the climb up and when he made it to the top the dry shirt he changed into was soaked with sweat.

  His boots crunched against the grainy roof and when he made it to the edge of the building he looked down.

  “This is a terrible idea.”

  Mike backed up and sprinted as fast as he could. He pushed off the edge of the building and when he landed on the other side his feet slid across the roof and he hit the ground hard.

  “Jesus.”

  Mike got up, his legs still wobbly, and then headed for the fire escape. He descended until he made it to his family’s floor.

  There weren’t any latches on the windows, so he took off his shirt and wrapped it around his fist. He peered inside, checking to make sure the hallway was clear. Then he smashed through the glass as hard as he could. He stepped through the hole, making sure to avoid the sharp edges, and landed on the carpet.

  The ding of the elevator door opening made his heart drop. When he looked down at the end of the hallway he saw Freddy walking out, followed by Kalen and Anne.

  “Dad!” Freddy screamed.

  He ran toward his father and Mike scooped him up in a big hug. Kalen and Anne weren’t far behind and the four of them just squeezed each other tight.

  “We thought you were gone,” Anne said.

  “So did I,” Mike replied.

  “I knew you’d come back,” Kalen said.

  Mike pulled everyone into Mike and Anne’s room. Freddy and Anne sat on the bed, while Kalen leaned against the wall. He went through everything with them. He told them about Wyatt, what Bram did, and what he was planning.

  “As soon as I find that factory I’m taking you guys down to the river and getting you as far away from this place as possible,” Mike said.

  “I’m coming with you,” Kalen said.

  “No.”

  “Dad, I can help.”

  “You can help by keeping your brother and mother safe.”

  “How are you going to find the factory?” Anne asked.

  “Nelson,” Mike answered.

  Mike knew that Nelson was pulled into the maintenance unit, so if anyone had an idea of the layout of different buildings within the city it’d be him. He just needed to find him fast.

  “They’re on the floor below us,” Anne said. “I’ll go grab him.”

  “I’ll go with you,” Kalen said.

  The girls left the room, leaving Mike and Freddy alone.

  Freddy wrapped his arms around his father’s legs and buried his face in his knee. Mike lifted him up and gave his son a kiss on the forehead. Freddy reached into his pocket and pulled out the watch Mike gave him.

  “I cleaned it yesterday,” Freddy said.

  “Wow. It looks great, buddy.”

  Mike held the end of the watch’s chain and let it twirl. The light in the room caught the silver and made it shine.

  “Thanks for taking good care of it,” Mike said. “Grandpa would be proud.”

  “I miss him.”

  “Me too.”

  Kalen came back into the room. She was alone.

  “Dad,” she said.

  She motioned for him to come in the hallway. Kalen shut the door behind her and kept her voice low.

  “Nelson’s dead,” Kalen said.

  “What?”

  “Two soldiers came and told Katie that there was an accident at one of the buildings Nelson was working at. A piece of machinery malfunctioned and collapsed on top of him. They said there wasn’t anything left of the body.”

  “How?”

  “That’s all they told her, and we didn’t press her for anything else. She’s still pretty upset.”

  “Where did it happen?” Mike asked.

  “They didn’t say.”

  ***

  Katie’s eyes were red. Her cheeks were still wet with tears. Nelson’s son, Sean, was in the corner, silent. He was the same age as Freddy, and now he was fatherless.

  Anne was on the bed next to Katie, holding her hands.

  “They didn’t tell me what he was working on,” Katie answered.

  “What about who he was working with?” Mike asked.

  “There were a couple of guys that did the same job as him, but Nelson said they would always go to the job sites alone. There was never any need for two of them to be in the same place.”

  “Where was he stationed?”

  ***

  For a building that housed the maintenance team it was pretty run-down. The workers were just leaving for the day when Mike showed up.

  “I need to speak to you guys for a second,” Mike said.

  “Any repair requests need to go through your building supervisor.”

  “It’s about Nelson Miller.”

  The old man paused for a moment, then looked around to see if anyone was watching. He grabbed Mike’s arm and pulled him inside the building. The old man locked the door behind him.

  “Who are you?” the old man asked.

  “I was a friend of Nelson’s. Do you know what happened to him?” Mike asked.

  The old man gave a snort and ran his liver-spotted hands through what white hair he still had left.

  “Maintenance accident,” he said.

  “You see a lot of those accidents around here?” Mike asked.

  “More than I care to notice.”

  “What’s your name?”

  “Fred.”

  Fred and Mike sat down at a small table in what Mike assumed was their break room. It wasn’t much to look at. A yellow fridge hummed in the corner, while a toaster covered with bread crumbs sat alone on the counter.

  “How long have you been here?” Mike asked.

  “Since this whole thing started.”

  “You’re from Cincinnati?”

  “Lived here all my life.”

  Mike wanted to choose his words carefully. He felt as though Fred knew what was happening, but he couldn’t risk exposing what he already knew.

  “What do you know about the man that’s running this place?” Mike asked.

  “I know that he came in with his men, killed a lot of people, established order, and turned the power back on.”

  “And everyone was okay with what he did?”

  “Once the power came back on people were okay wi
th pretty much anything.”