having trouble dealing
with the worst air travel disaster in history.
More explosions sounded outside. Some close, too close in
fact, and some which sounded farther in the distance. Another glance at the
radar confirmed Blake's fears, as more digital triangles disappeared from the
screen. He looked out the large windows and tried to peer through the thick
smoke which was still gusting around the tower. Finally the wind shifted and
the smoke began to move away.
Blake had wished the smoke had stayed. It would have spared
him the horror which he now surveyed. It looked like a war zone. Planes, or at
least the remnants of planes, were strewn over every runway. Some hadn't
crashed, but sustained damage from the crafts that had. Fires burned
everywhere, casting bright orange light and thick toxic smoke into the air.
"My God," Blake whispered, but there was no God
there today. As he looked on he could see movement around many of the wreckage.
At first he thought they were the airport emergency crews, but a closer look
told him otherwise. Crews would have been wearing reflective, yellow emergency
gear, but these people weren't wearing any of that. They also weren't moving
towards the wreckage, they were moving away from the mangled metal. They were
pouring out of the various ruins like rats from a sewer, running full tilt.
The scariest part was that the majority of them were
completely ablaze, running full speed towards the airport. They weren't slowing
down, or stopping, or dying. They kept coming. Those who weren't on fire
followed the roasting survivors. Through the noise of the distant explosions
and commotion in the ATCT, Blake could hear an unholy, collective inhuman
scream.
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Melissa stood crying. She was so excited to fly in a plane,
but she didn't want to fly anymore. Not after all the planes fell from the sky.
Her daddy was dead and she was alone. Who was going to take care of her? Was
she going to go live with Mommy? She heard screams coming from outside. Not
screams of pain, but something more menacing. Scary screams.
She turned towards the open windows, the cold air whooshing
in past the shards of glass that were still lodged into the window frame. She
inched her way towards the window. Her feet crunched on the glass below her
feet. She stopped and gazed at the hell outside. Melissa clutched her teddy to
her chest. She felt warm urine run down her leg as fear paralyzed her.
A white, clawed hand grasped the jagged window sill, pulling
up a monster into the open window. Melissa gasped, losing her breath as it knotted
in her throat, preventing her from screaming. The monster distended its jaw
wide. A thick black vapor escaped the hideous creature and sped towards her. I'll
see you soon, Daddy, she thought as the strange vapor consumed the little
girl.
CHAPTER 5 THE
CLEANSING
Downtown Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
December 16, 2014
The snow had let up a bit, finally leveling out to a fine,
powder sugar that was floating to the ground. A nor'easter had hit the east
coast and now Pittsburgh was catching some of the effects from it. Two and a
half feet of snow had dumped down onto the city. The road crews had been
working all evening, but the various roadways into the city were still
treacherous. This was a good thing, as the vast majority of commuters had opted
to take a self-proclaimed snow day and stay in. To make matters worse, a second
Arctic storm was culminating to the north and was due to dump more snowfall
onto the Three Rivers within the next day or so. Despite the weather, the
downtown streets were still busy, since the trolleys were still running.
Nathan Ackland drudged through the dirty slush that plagued
the city sidewalks, trying not to slip at each intersection as he headed to
lunch. Sirens blared in the distance as he made his way up Smithfield Street,
then up Seventh Avenue towards Grant Street. He glanced at his watch. The
digital face showed 2:00 pm. Seems