SHOOTING STAR – PART III

“NEW SUN”

[FREDERICK, MD @ 06:05hrs – Local Time]

Jennifer is startled awake when a very low flying fighter jet flies overhead, which also causes the car to shake from the rumbles of the engines.  As her body jumps from the sudden shock, Luther also starts to come out of his deep sleep followed by a painful moan.  She looks down at Luther and knows that moving him will be huge task, but it’s must if Jennifer wants to regain circulation in her legs.  As she starts to think about her plan to do so, either the same jet or another fighter jet flew overhead waking up Marcus and Brooke.

“What’s going on?” Brooke mumbles in her tired painful voice.

“I’m not sure, but I think I hear fighter jets above us.” Jennifer replies in a calm voice trying not to raise too much alarm.

Marcus responds in a low tone, “Fighter jets? Are they doing patrols?”

Jennifer turns her head to look at him as she reaches out to him to touch his hand, “They could be doing patrols, but they could also be searching for any unidentified objects or planes.”

“Unidentified objects? What do you mean by that? UFO’s?” Luther jumps in the conversation.

“Well, UFO mean unidentified flying objects and doesn’t necessarily mean alien aircraft’s either.”  Jennifer mutters in a condescending tone.

Brooke jumps in with her comments, “Do you know something Jen?”

Closes her eyes before responding to the question, “Usually fighter jets flying in the sky after a massive incident or blast is protocol to protect our airspace.” Releases a sigh anticipating more questions coming her way about the subject.

“I think my eye sight is starting to come back Jen.  I know the sun is out, not only I can feel it on my face, but I can see more light.” Turns towards Jennifer’s direction.

“Oh Marcus that is great! I hope things continue to improve.  How you feeling?” Jennifer responds with some enthusiasm.

Takes a swallow and then replies, “I’m getting feeling back in my legs it seems, but afraid to move right now.”

Luther responds, “At least you’ll be able to walk again, but I over here with one whole side fucked up!  Which brings me to another point, when are we getting the fuck out of here.”

Jennifer looks down at Luther and replies, “Well, one I can’t move because I have no feelings in my legs, and second, walking through the grass may allow the radiation to attach to us.  Not to mention what we may have already breathed in.”

“Radiation? Isn’t that what the rain does?” Brooke speaks in a concerned tone.

“All the rain did was clean the air of any impuritents, but the bad thing is that is has all settled on the ground.  Finding food and water needs to be one of our main priorities besides medical treatment.” Jennifer replies to Brooke, but meant for everyone.

“So what I need to do is get out, go get help or at least find transportation for us to get the hell out of here.” Jennifer states and continues.  “That means I will have to move you Luther, which is going to hurt like shit! You’ll probably cuss me out later, but it needs to be done.”

“What do you need me to do?” Luther replies to Jennifer.

Jennifer quickly gives him instructions, “I will need you to roll over to your right and hold it until I am from underneath you.  Are you ready?”

Luther takes a huge gulp of saliva before answering and completing the task, “Yeah! Ready…1…2…3 (followed by a painful grunt)!”  As Luther rolls over to his right and struggles to hold it, Jennifer wishing for quick feelings in her legs so she can make a hasty getaway.  Which probably felt like forever for Luther, once he knew that Jennifer was out of the car he let his body flop back down and yelled out in agony.

After Jennifer crawled herself through the driver side window, she peeps back into the car, “I’m going to go find us some help and find a way out of here for us.” Looks at Marcus and rubs his head full of hair, “I’ll be back!” When Marcus’s reaches for her hand and touches it before she jets out of there.  With Jennifer gone for help Marcus, Luther and Brooke are all left alone in suspense waiting for her return, if she ever does return.

“You think she’ll be back for us? You think she’ll make it back?” Brooke speaks in a worried tone.

Marcus responds in great defense, “She’ll be back for us.  She won’t leave us here.”

“I think what Brooke is getting at is if she doesn’t return, how will we know when to defend for ourselves and know that she’s not coming back; or travelled a long way for help?” Luther intercepts the moral of hope with his negative thoughts.

“I honestly don’t know, but I know we have to focus on the positive and keep faith that she’ll succeed in finding us help.”  Marcus responds in a positive voice.

Jennifer limps her way down the steep hill back to the main road and stops in the middle deciding which way to go.  Should she head towards town or the opposite way to hopefully see someone that would be willing to help her friends out.  After a painstaking decision process, she decides to limp her way in the opposite direction and take a chance.  Limping her way down the road drained numerous amounts of energy and had to rest every couple of minutes.  During one of her breaks, she heard in the long distance a fighter jet overhead, but doesn’t know where it’s coming from.  As she looks up, using her hand to block some of the sunlight, she finally sees the sunlight reflecting off of the jet as it appears to be circling around the area.  While she looks up at the fighter jet circling and following it with her eyes, it suddenly takes off towards the west as the flames from the engine could be seen.  Only a few seconds past until the roaring sound of the jet engines faded away and it couldn’t be seen any more above.

Disappointment overcame her and left her dejected for a brief moment, but she knew she couldn’t rest.  Jennifer gets herself back up and continues down the road in the same direction, limping away.  Approximately, a mile down the road she turns around to see how far she has come, and she recognizes she’s gone a good way.  Continuing down the road about another ½ mile and she sees a car on the side of the road with someone in it.  Jennifer waves her arms to see if the person can see her, but with no response.  Creeping closer and closer to the car, it appears that the person inside might be sleeping, but she’s not completely sure.  Slowly making her way towards the vehicle, the person she sees in slumped over in the driver seat.  Not sure if it is a man or a woman, when she gets up to the driver side door she knocks on the window.  Still no response.  She then convinces herself to open the door, very slowly, and tap the person on the shoulder.  When she opens the door, the body slowly leans out the car and falls to the ground.  The stench of death hit her nose and nearly made her puke on the deceased person.

Regaining her composure was some work, but Jennifer was able to do so.  Now, her mission is to get back to her friends and get them some help.  Stepping over the body she gets into the driver seat and reaches for the ignition, no key is there.  Jennifer looks down at the dead person and immediately looks into the side pockets with one luck to find the keys.  She finds a set of keys and pulls them out of the pocket to discover numerous keys on the on the key ring of gold and silver.  Confusion comes over her expression as she tries to figure out what the hell are the keys for, but finds the car key.  Jennifer slowly sticks it in the ignition and turns the key.  After a few seconds of the starter trying to catch, it catches and brings her immediate joy.  What made it even better was when she notices that it was full of gas.  Yelling inside the car at the top of her lungs with happiness, she puts the car in drive, closes the door and takes off towards her friends.

Marcus kept dozing in and out of sleep, but wakes up when he hears a car engine racing towards them.  “Hey guys?! I think I hear Jennifer coming back!” stating in his joyous voice.

She starts to honk the horn repeatedly as she was coming up the hill towards them.  Pulling up next to the car she yells at them, “LET’S GO! I FOUND US A RIDE!”  Jumping out of the car and runs over to them, “You guys ready? I’m here to get you out of here!”

“Brooke doubted you the whole time.” Marcus states to Jennifer.

“WHAT?!” Brooke shouts, but realizes he was just kidding when he started laughing.

“You guys!” Jennifer smiles as she prepares to move Luther.

For several minutes moving them from the metal shelter to another drivable car was a task, but Jennifer was able to do it.  Once everyone was inside and able to have more room, Jennifer guns it back down the hill towards the main road.  This time she goes back towards the town, and her eagerness is shown in her speed.  After going around a few turns and within a mile from the town limits, she sees a military vehicle blocking the road.  Pressing hard on the brakes, she comes to a complete stop jolting everyone in the car.  Waiting for someone to pop out in full military gear, Jennifer starts to think of how she might be able to get out of this situation.  As she thinks to herself of what to do, Luther breaks the silence, disrupting her brain waves, “No one is around.  Maybe we can go around.”  Jennifer looks back at him and nods in agreement and slowly moves toward the military vehicle with no resistance.  Just enough room was allowed for her to pass around to continue towards the town.  To their surprise no one is around and they continued.  Suddenly, anxiety starts to fill their stomachs as they creep closer towards the town, but once again their progress was stopped by numerous cars and debris blocking every path.  They all look at each other as if they were telling each other by mental speech that things will only continue to become more real.

[MANAUS, BRAZIL @ ONE HOUR LATER]

As the fires rage untouched in the Amazon Rainforest, wild animals and natural resources continue to be in danger of being extinct.  All this is unknown to the five-year-old, who was discovered by another person dressed up in a chemical suit.  Several hours later, as he is sleeping in his sleeping bag on the wooden floor, the weight of the child wakes him up.  Suddenly, he sees himself eye to eye with a beautiful grey-eyed child staring back at him.  As they stare at each other, he breaks his straight face with a smile, which is followed by a smile from the child.  They start laughing together and he begins to tickle the child, who just falls all to pieces with hard joyous laughter and smiles.  He continues to tickle the child until the child can’t stand it anymore and takes off running into another room.

He gets up and chases the child into the room where he continues to tickle the stomach and legs.  A minute later, when he stops the child and he is on his knees, the child stands up and stares at him again.  They start speaking in Latin to each other, and at the end of the conversation, the child goes over into a corner and grabs a gun.  Thinking it is a toy gun and oblivious to the dangers, points it at the man who freaks out and snatches it from the child.  He starts to scold the child in Latin for handling a gun, but got interrupted by a loud noise outside the shed.  He becomes silent quickly for a minute and goes over to the window in the direction he heard the noise.  Looking outside he could see two people, who looked to be covered in ash, dust and soaking wet, digging in garbage scrapping for food.  He looks down at the child and tells her to stay put, and surprisingly she does.

He goes back to his room to grab his other handgun fully loaded and goes outside to confront the two individuals.  As they make their way stumbling, coughing and hacking, they see him standing there staring at them.  Both of the sickly men look at him and at each other before opening a dialogue in Latin, asking for food and water.  The man responds back telling them he doesn’t have enough to give out, they look at each other and begin to grin.  They ask once more and he refuses to comply.  Both the men start making their way towards the man as if they were going to cause him harm.  Seeing how bad they look and knowing that they have been out in the black rain, he raises his gun and points it at them.  Freezing in position seeing a gun pointed at them, the man takes two steps towards them and speaks a few words in Latin before opening fire.  Striking both men in the chest, they fall to the ground in obvious pain and agony.  The man walks up to each one, speaks more Latin words, and finishes them off with a bullet in their brain.  After neutralizing the sickly men, he drags their bodies over to a pile of wood in the back of his shed, throws them in the pile and sets the pile on fire.

As the bodies and wood burn into the air, the child comes outside and stands next to him.  He looks down and sees the child grab his hand and hold on to it staring into the fire.  Not sure if the child understands what she sees, he doesn’t quickly remove her from the situation, but what he doesn’t know is that she witnessed the murder of the two men.  This would be a secret she would keep to herself for many years to come.

END OF PART III

(Next Publication @ April 1, 2017 – Part IV)

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