posted on Jul, 11 2005 @ 10:43 PM
Part 1: Dead Man Walking
At last he could see the light at the end of the tunnel. He was almost to the station. Why hadn't anybody come? Didn't they have cameras in the
David wiped the blood from his brow, blinking to get a bit out of his eye. He checked the cut on his forehead. It was clotting pretty well, but the
pressure beneath it still pressed down throughout his body, making every step a struggle. He didn't want to go to the hospital though. He wanted to
go home. Shaina could take care of it for him, she was an EMT afterall. Out of habbit, his dulled, aching mind found the strength to note this most
recent addition to his list. There were now 93 reasons why the jet-haired beauty waiting for him at home was the best thing that had ever happened to
him. He was sure he'd make it to 100 before their 6 month aniversary- only a month away. It was her turn to tie him up tonight, and she promised
fireworks. Three of his reasons had come from nights like this- maybe he'd find another tonight. He definately couldn't go to the hospital today. He
had to get home.
The train station was empty- it must have been evacuated. Maybe the emergency crews were coming from the next stop down. He certainly felt like he'd
taken the long way. It wasn't his problem though- he'd fared remarkably well in the derailment. He just wanted to go home.
David emerged onto the street, pausing to take in the warm July sun. Some day he and Shaina would move out of New York so that he could have the fresh
air to go with it. His head was pulsing horribly from his battle with the stairs. He couldn't even hear the traffic over the ringing in his ears and
the eratic thump.thump...thump..thump of his own pulse.
"I must have a concussion... this is going to ruin the whole day!"
He thought about catching a cab to the hospital, but traffic was badly gridlocked. There were several accidents, and nobody looked like they planned
on moving soon. They just sat in their cars- stuck.
His appartment wasn't far. He'd walk, then go to the hospital when things lightened up in a few hours. Before long, he'd made his way home. The
power was out, forcing him up the five flights of stairs for one final torment before he could rest in his wife's arms.
He paused at his front door. He hadn't even thought of what to say about the argument this morning. But she'd forget it too when she saw him. He was
hurt. The Gods had punished him already, that's what she'd say. He wouldn't have to hear any more about it until bed- and Shaina had a rather
agreeable way of teaching him his lesson there.
Shaina was resting on the couch. He decided not to wake her. He kissed her cheek softly and went to the kitchen. Getting something to eat might make
him feel better. He retrieved three steaks from the freezer and went to the balcony where his grill waited for him, still there, in proud defiance of
the land lord's constant whinning.
Dave tossed two steaks on the grill and slapped the third against the knot on his aching forehead. He ignored the crunch of broken glass under his
shoes as he plopped down on the lawn chair next to his grill and stared out over the gridlocked streets, fancying himself an aristocrat, high above
the troubles of those only five stories below him. Their problems didn't matter to him, at least not in this pleasant fantasy. As long as his
headache would go away, the world was perfect. Their problems could matter tomorrow- the customer is always right after all.
The customer is always right... easy for Mr. Johanna to say from his office. David suddenly wondered why the old fart hadn't called him yet. He
tossed his cellphone back into the apartment before that jinxing thought could draw a call from his boss, and turned on the radio beside him
"Rush, we don't even know who did it yet and you already want to use nuclear weapons on the innocent people of Saudi Arabia? Are you even listening
"We do know who did it, caller. It was the people who have been threatening to do it for years now. The people who answer to a Saudi Arabian man
named Bin Laden..."
"Who the Saudis have stripped of his citizenship."
"Wait a minute caller, if there's going to be any interrupting here on the EIB it's going to be done by the MahaRushi. Now I'm telling you that
the Saudis have been supporting Bin Laden, there's no way he could have pulled this off without somebody's backing, and mark my words, when the
President makes his address in fifteen minutes he's going to know that and he's going to announce some kind of retaliation for what just happened in
"And ladies and gentleman, as they always seem to do when confronted with the truth, another liberal terrorist lover has run away from Rush Limbaugh.
I've got bills to pay now, but stay tuned."
That certainly explained a lot. He turned back to the apartment, wondering if maybe Shaina wasn't entirely asleep.
"Shaina, did you hear what happened? I think they bombed the Subways- just like London last year."
She didn't answer. He stood up and flipped the steaks. The pain in his head was numbing and he felt suddenly much happier.
"What happened baby?" Shaina was awake. He felt almost euphoric. He didn't think to question such a feeling over something so small.
"There was a bombing on the subway."
"Oh God, are you OK?", There wasn't any real worry in her voice, but again David failed to notice.
"I think I need to go to the hospital once the streets are moving. Right now I just want to try and get something out of the day before I waste the
rest of it in the doc's office." He was sure she'd come over to help him do just that- number 94: she could read his mind when he flirted.
She didn't move from the couch though. Was she still upset about this morning?
The radio was interrupted by a news bulletin. She must not have realized what happened exactly. She'd forgive him when she heard just how bad it had
"Babe, come listen to this. They're going to talk about the bombing."
She didn't answer, but David barely minded. His brief euphoria was fast fading to a desperate need to sleep. He could barely concentrate on the news
"Ok, the president is supposed to make his address to the nation in about five minutes. We are told that the president does have all of the necessary
information and is prepared to announce a strong US reaction. Just to recap for those of you tuning in just now, about an hour and a half ago, at 9:11
AM, several huge explosions ripped through New York City. About 30 minutes later, the Governor's office confirmed that power and communications in
the city are completely out of operation, but civilian aircraft have reported to the FAA spotting what appeared to be small mushroom clouds rising
from the blast areas. There hasn't been much official news since then, but experts are strongly speculating that New York has been attacked with up
to three suitcase-sized nuclear weapons..."
David's eyes opened wide. He leaned forward and surveyed the skyline intently. He couldn't bring himself to focus. He glanced down- traffic hadn't
moved. Suddenly he wondered if it was really his headache deadening the noise of the city. SHAINA! He threw himself to his feet and came down just as
quickly on his face. As he crawled into the apartment he finally took real notice of the shattered sliding door of his balcony. He crawled desperately
to his wife, glass shredding his knees as he struggled to her side. Her hand was cold to the touch.
"NO! No! You were talking to me!"
"Shaina talk to me damnit. Wakeup!"
He pressed his face to her cold hand and cried himself to sleep, hoping that he'd awake where ever she was now.
[edit on 12-7-2005 by The Vagabond]