Surinam by Chris Morin
Containment camps had been set up at local area military facilities
and the sick were being moved into the camps. Martial Law was still in effect
and nobody was allowed to drive so that the National Guard could clear the
streets. The death toll rose but the number of missing began to drop. It
seems that most of the missing drivers from the hovering cars were slowly
being accounted for.
I wasn't totally convinced that what I was hearing on
television and on the radio was the truth. The reports I was hearing seemed
conjured and far too vague. Why would another country attack us when they
had received the same infrastructure damage?
My wife's condition was getting worse and the lumps on
her back were becoming more pronounced. But this wasn't a run of the mill
infection or rash. I could swear that these growths on her back were moving
as if something were alive inside the lumps.
There was a security breach at one of the containment
camps in New Hampshire. It was reported that an unruly crowd had attacked
a guard and stolen his gun. What I later learned was that it was a television
crew trying to sneak a camera inside of the camp.
My wife woke up once again screaming, "Don't touch me!
Don't touch me!"