Jayme L Miller

THE DEMISE OF HUMANITY

Dedication

Thank you Mason for having the most horrid and high pitched scream I have ever had the displeasure of hearing. You, little guy, gave me the idea for the night screamers and from there this story came to life.

Thank you Olyvia for the endless hours

you spent editing and proofreading with me.

Day 1:

The sun warms my body as I exit the wooded trail and enter into a huge field. I exhale and run with extraordinary speed across the beaten down grass. My feet move over uneven ground and I notice the sun feels different today. I look up and squint my eyes at the red fireball in the sky. My eyes burn as I stare at the orange-red colors it illuminates. I continue to run. The field normally takes less than two minutes to cross but today I make little progress with my sprinting. My body is covered in sweat and a strange feeling comes over me. Uncomfortable heat moving throughout my body. The sun’s rays are thick and the heat makes my lungs fight for air. My skin starts to tingle and burn. I move forward to the shaded trail ahead. All around me the grass is smoldering from the red sun. I realize I am no longing running; I have halted. I am standing in the middle of the field, Smoke is rising in all directions. Smoke pollutes the air and I cough. I take a step forward and feel my foot sink into the soft ground. I am sinking into the ground of fiery flames. My body is consumed in fire and my ashes fall to the earth.

I woke with a start and felt pain and agony spread through my body like nothing I’ve ever felt. My body was burning from the inside. A fire flowed through me like a raging river. The fire racing through every vein in my body. My heart was a bomb. Only this bomb was set on repeat, exploding over and over. My entire body was being blown to pieces. The pain was unreal and worse than any nightmare I could have imagined. A steady stream of blood drained out of my nose, eyes and ears. I coughed and blood exited my mouth. I knew this wasn’t good. I was dying, slowly and painfully death had come for me. Then for the briefest moment in time, came complete darkness and paralyzation. I felt nothing. I was nothing. I longed for these moments. I didn’t know where I was or how long it had been. I only knew I was alone and longed for an ending…

Some time later;

I slowly moved my eyelids and when I opened them, I felt they were wet like I had been crying. My body was trembling and I slowly moved my hands to my eyes. It was too painful to move. My muscles were tense and shook in protest. My fingers gently rubbed my eyes. I pulled them away and saw my fingertips were covered in blood. My hand moved to my nose. It too was bleeding or had been bleeding at some point. I coughed and the metallic taste of blood entered my mouth. I spit onto the floor and observed the dull color of the blood. I slowly moved my body. It awakened with a fight. I crawled. Actually, it was more of a slither across the floor. My eyes slowly came into focus. I was in a bathroom. I was in my bathroom at home. I was home! I tried to call out for help but the effort of moving and trying to speak was too painful. My throat was dry and all I could taste was blood. My heart was pounding in my head and I wasn’t able to speak. I couldn’t move anymore. The pain was coming back with pure fury. It was sudden but I knew what was to come. I felt my body involuntarily tense when the fire and pain flowed through me again. Everything in the room turned red before blackness erupted.

Day 2:

“Darkness! It was dark. All I could think was I was blind. No. It was dark outside. It was night time.” I had to calm myself. I could make out the hallway window. The moon was shining bright outside. I must have made it into the hallway before everything went dark. I tried to clear my head. I needed to focus. I needed to process what was happening to me. I remembered waking up feeling sick. I jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom in time to vomit in the toilet, then nothing. I must have passed out. The next thing I remembered was waking up on the bathroom floor. Where were my parents? It was dark outside and they should have been home by now. They should have been here when I woke up that morning. I didn’t understand what was happening. I’d never been so sick and in so much pain. I used all my strength to crawl into my room. I made it to my bed and with everything I had in me, I pulled myself up and onto my bed. I fell into the soft blankets and found I was winded like I had ran a marathon. My muscles were burning and sore. I barely made it into my bed before I felt the fire starting. I wanted to cry out but my voice was being seared by the fire. The fire exploded inside me, it left me helpless and begging for death to take me and free me from this hell.

Day 7:

My body was sore and shook uncontrollably. I gently moved my limbs around in bed. I wanted to get up and move but my body protested. I settled with waking my muscles slowly. A terrible stench entered my nostrils. My weak stomach tightened and the stench made me want to vomit. I realized the foul odors were coming from me. I was covered in dried urine, vomit and blood. I think there may have been other bodily fluids too but I was too embarrassed to inspect myself too carefully. I didn’t want to look at the mess I had made. I was determined to get up and out of bed. I prayed the fire and agony the sickness caused would stay away. I called for my mom, but all that came out was Mmm… I was unable to speak and put words together.

I saw light peeking through my bedroom window and wondered what time it was. I saw my cell phone on my nightstand and I reached for it. The movements hurt but were doable. I heard birds chirping outside and thought a dog was barking in the distance. Otherwise everything was still and quiet. The screen came to life on my phone. I looked at the date and time. I scowled in confusion. It read July 5th, 9:10 am. How long had I been sick? The last day I remembered was a week ago. According to my phone I had been down for the count for a week. I tried to call my dad but there was no service. I dialed my mom’s number buts again the phone wouldn’t connect. I slowly moved to the edge of the bed and tried to stand. My legs were weak and shook like a newborn foal standing for the first time. Only I was seventeen and had stood endless times. I put the full weight of my body on my feet. It hurt to stand but it wasn’t unbearable. I was tired, weak, hungry, and so very thirsty. I could not believe how thirsty I was.

I made my way down the hallway and conquered the stairs that lead down to the kitchen. I was winded and shook but there was no searing pain. I made it to the sink and filled a glass cup with water. I consumed many glasses full of water. I had always loved to drink water but now I had an overwhelming craving that seemed impossible to satisfy. Amazingly I felt revived and strong. My muscles once sore and tired seemed flexed and ready to move. My eyes once blurry, could now see clear and were alert. I took in a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. I felt incredible and strong. I had no idea what was happening but I was happy to be pain free.

I darted back up the stairs, taking them two at a time. I searched every room in the house for my parents. I looked outside and saw my parents vehicles were parked in the driveway. I called out for my mom but was meant with silence. The house was empty. I went into the bathroom and started the shower. I had never felt so dirty in all my life. I stepped into the steaming shower. The water felt incredible on my skin. I washed away the blood and filth. The hot water covered my body and I felt renewed.

After I was dressed I grabbed my dad’s truck keys and climbed into the driver’s seat. I decided in the shower I would go into town and see if I could find my parents. My cell phone said it was 2 pm. My dad should have been at the police station. He was usually working this time of day. It was odd he hadn’t taken his truck to work. I started the twenty mile ride into town. The truck trudged along over the dirt road. I avoided the numerous potholes left from a recent rain storms. I passed the old farm house down the road from us and noticed the cows weren’t out to pasture today. The horses were also missing. Mr. Martin was always out on his tractor or tending to the animals. I drove by slowly and noticed the house seemed to be empty.

My rational side was telling me to stay calm but my irrational side was starting to freak out. I made it into town and an uneasy feeling spread over me. I felt on high alert and my senses were on overload. The town felt ghostly and was eerily quiet. There was no one on the sidewalks or in the parked cars.The roads were clear as the signal light turned from yellow to red when I approached. The shops and restaurants lights were on but no one appeared to be inside.

There should have been people hustling about and enjoying the beautiful summer day. The town was holding its annual summer celebration this weekend.

“Where was everyone?” I thought out loud.

I parked the truck in front of the only grocery store in town. A vintage sign stated in bold lit up letters, “The Central Market.” I got out of the truck and cautiously walked into the store. The doors were unlocked and opened automatically. I knew better then to call out for help. I’d seen an abundance of horror movies. I wasn’t going to attract the wrong kind of attention by yelling my head off. The lights were on and the registers were lit up ready to be used but not a single person was in the store. I noticed some of the produce items had flies buzzing around them. There was a strange unpleasant odor in the store. I searched the store looking for any signs of life but no one was there. I decided to go see if my dad was at the police station. I walked outside and headed down the street. I turned down an ally that was a short cut to the station. I noticed the strange odor from the store was lingering in the alley too. I kept moving forward but increased my step to a light jog. Something felt wrong here, but I didn’t know what it was.

I approached the station and entered the building. After a quick search I knew no one was there. I searched most of the station but there were some areas I couldn’t enter without a key. The town was empty and I was alone. I hadn’t even seen any dogs or cats roaming around. Come to think of it I hadn’t seen any animals. I had heard birds and maybe a dog barking, but now I wasn’t so sure.

My mind started to race and every possible scenario flooded my brain. “Maybe the state was evacuated? Maybe I am dead? Maybe the apocalypse?” I was thinking about all the horrible things that could have happened when another thought came centerfold; I knew I would need to get supplies. My parents had a great stockpile of food and supplies at home. My dad was one of those crazy end of the world preppers!

I left the station and reentered, “The Central Market.” I filled three carts with dried goods, batteries, matches, first aid supplies and lots of other girly essentials like, chocolate and tampons. I left all the cash I had in my pants pocket on the counter, loaded everything into the back of the truck and decided to drive into the nearest city. The closest city was Keene and it was a thirty minute ride from Sullivan. The roads were clear and I didn’t pass a single car along the way. I found this to be very unsettling. The ride was uneventful. I tried messing with the radio dials but found only static crackled through the speakers. I didn’t want to freak out but I felt a tear or two betray my brave face. There wasn’t a soul on the road or in the cars I passed. I approached the city and the air was thick with an unbearable putrid odor. Here in the city the odor was one hundred times worse than in Sullivan. I tried not to breath in the putrid odor in the air but my efforts failed. The putridness was too intense and foul. I gagged and felt bile raise in my stomach and up into my throat. I fought back the bile and eased it down by glancing at the city. The sun was disappearing behind the building and shadows starting moving around the city incredibly fast. Too Fast! I slowed the truck to a complete stop on the highway. Narrowing my eyes, I could see the shadows moving.

A short distance away I could make out a man standing in the road. He was staring right at me. He had dried blood that had run out of his eyes, ears and mouth. His nose was hooked at an odd angle and blood had dried under it. He was terrifying and sickly looking. He tilted his head to the side and let out a terrifying scream. I jumped in my seat and my body tensed. I had never heard anyone scream like that. It was incredibly loud and high pitched. I covered my ears but it only dulled the scream. He went on and on, screaming like a mad man. I couldn’t imagine anything sounding worse than his scream but then there was another scream. Somewhere out in the city more screams echoed. My ears began to ring and my head beat to the sound of screams surrounding me. I knew immediately I had to get out of there but the screams were paralyzing me. I thought things couldn’t possible get any worse than the torture of the screams but I was wrong because the man with the hooked nose darted with incredible speed in my direction. I pulled my hands away from my ears and saw there was blood on them. I wiped my hands on my pants and put the truck in reverse. I turned the truck around and quickly started driving away from the wild man. I kept driving but saw the man was approaching the truck at an unreal speed. Even more terrifying I could see he wasn’t alone. More people had joined him, first two, then ten and then too many to count. I pushed the gas pedal to the floor. The people were still running towards me. The truck sped up and I could see I was starting to make progress in losing them. The full moon was ascending in the sky and the city was moving shadows. It was a terrifying sight to see shadows dance and race across building walls.

I wanted nothing more then to leave this place and never return. The further away from the city I went the more I realized my world wasn’t going to be the same. Something horrific had happened to everyone. I drove down the highway and saw dark shadows run into the road. They stood in front of the moving truck, I was driving seventy miles per hour. I slowed down but didn’t stop. I approached and the headlights from the truck revealed the shadows were people. They were people but they, weren’t people. They looked mostly human but when they came into view I could see their eyes were a pale gray and their skin was a sickly shade of white.The light from the truck made them scream that horrid scream. They jumped away from the light and I sped up again.

I made my way back into the town of Sullivan but I didn’t stop the truck.There were people wandering around the streets and in the stores. There were far less people here in the town but I could clearly see these people were sick too. They moved wildly about when I passed in the truck. They were destructive, breaking windows and throwing objects; they appeared to be searching for something. They screamed out and tore through the stores and down the streets. The light from the truck seemed to affect them. They screamed out loudly, my ears buzzed and rung. I kept peaking in my rearview mirror to make sure no one was following me. It was hard to tell if I was being followed because it was dark this far out in the woods. I pulled onto the dirt road home and approached the farm. I drove too fast along the dirt road home but wasn’t going to slow down. I hit every pothole in the road. All was still and I breathed a sigh of relief. There didn’t appear to be anyone this far out of town. I finally made my way up my driveway. I pushed the automatic garage door opener and pulled into the garage. I sat and waited for the door to close behind me. I started to shake uncontrollably and tears fell down my face like a faucet turned on full. I had never felt so terrified in all my life. I sat in the truck for some time before I had my bearings again.

I was too scared to turn any lights on. I didn’t want to attract any attention. I grabbed a flashlight off my dad’s work bench and carefully made my way into the house. I went into my bedroom and glanced out the window. The world appeared to be the same as any other night. The sky was lit by the full moon and stars sparkled everywhere. I could hear night noises and the scene was comforting. I stood at the window and listened to something in the far distance. A dull sound echoed in the night. I had heard the sounds only minutes ago. I unlocked my window and lifted it open a few inches. I turned my ear towards the window and listened carefully. Screams traveled on the wind right into my very room. I slammed my window shut and locked it. I realized I was all alone here and I couldn’t help but shake with utter fear.

Day 8:

I did not sleep well, I tossed and turned. Everytime I started to drift off nightmares filled my dreams. A handsome young man was calling out to me. He needed me to help him but I couldn’t reach him. He kept screaming my name. “Layla, Layla! Help me! Help us!” He was lying in a bed and he was trapped. He was dying and he needed my help. He was reaching for me and I tried to take his hand but no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t reach him. Darkness closed in around me.

I sat up in bed and saw I was covered in sweat. I told myself it was a nightmare but it felt real. He felt real.

Day 10:

I’m not going to pretend I was some kind of fearless and brave teenager. To be honest I was terrified to leave my house. The past couple days I had been hiding away inside my home. I stayed busy adding supplies to the stockpile in the basement. I took inventory and had calculated that I had a two year supply of food and water. If I was careful I could stretch it out longer.

My parents bought our home on the mountain when I was a baby. The house was over sixty years old. They made improvements over the years and added onto the original house. They also put a big addition on the backside when I was twelve. The newer part of the basement is where we kept the stockpile of supplies. My dad was insanely crazy about the world going up in flames or viruses being released into the world. He built a bunker off the basement. It was actually really cool. The bunker was hidden behind a huge metal shelving unit in the back of the basement. The bunker wasn’t huge but it was livable. I used to be scared of the bunker. The thought of living underground sounded awful. I really wished my parents were here with me. My dad always told me he would keep me safe but here I was all alone.

The bunker was open concept with a couch and coffee table in one corner. The kitchen area with table and chairs was in another corner. There were bookshelves filled with all my favorite authors. A desk loaded with all the essentials to stay busy. There was a small bathroom and bedroom off from the kitchen area. There was a radio station with every kind of radio you could imagine. Unfortunately I couldn’t remember how to use most of them. My dad showed me how to use them when I was young but I thought he was crazy so I didn’t pay attention. I mean how many families had bunkers in their basements?

I knew I would need to make another trip into town for more supplies. I also needed to go back to the police station and get lots of weapons. I didn’t know what the people had become or what was really happening out there but I did know they were sick. They could run really fast and they screamed all night long. I could hear them all the way up on the mountain.

It was seven a.m. and the sun was on the rise. I’d been listening at my bedroom window for the past few nights. The screams went away once the sun came up. I was guessing the night screamers only came out at night. I thought that would be a good name for them. “Night screamers,” seeing they came out at night and screamed like a banshee all night long. I also couldn’t help but wonder if there were more people like me out there. I couldn’t be the only one left that wasn’t sick.

Ever since I woke up from the sickness I noticed I was different too. My eyes were still blue and my skin color was normal. I also didn’t run around all night screaming my head off. There was something else that was different about me though. I could feel it inside me, a pulling or nagging feeling. I was also thirsty all the time for water. I’d been consuming gallons per day and I never felt truly satisfied. I thought about all these things on my way into town. I wrote a mental list of all the things I needed to do while in town. I searched through my father’s desk at home and found a spare set of keys to the station.

The ride to town was familiar and everything felt normal until I pulled into town. The town looked like a tornado swept through it.The storefront windows were broken and there was trash blowing around everywhere. The odor was overbearing and thick in the air. I strolled into the store and was shocked to see all the rotting produce gone. The meat section looked like a pack of wolves had torn it apart. A few crumbs scattered on empty trays were all that remained in the bakery display cases. Something had been here and whatever it was had destroyed the town. Strangely all the dry goods were still intact on the shelves. I filled shopping carts full with food. I loaded everything into the back of truck and then proceeded to the police station. The station appeared to be in the same condition. The only difference inside was a strong odor that lingered in the air. I walked down the hallway to the weapons room. My dad was the chief of police. I had grown up roaming the halls of this small town station. My mom was the secretary at the station. She worked at a small desk by the front entrance. This place was a second home for me. I used my dads keys to unlock the door to the weapons room. The room was fully stocked. My knowledge of weapons was limited to handguns and rifles. My dad used to take me out to one of the fields on our land and we would target practice. I was pretty good with the Ruger LC9 and the Glock 43. My favorite was the Remington 700. I started loading the guns; Glock 19’s, Glock 22’s, Smith & Wesson M&P 9, Beretta Model 92’s, Remington 870 Shotguns, Colt M4 Carbine and other weapons like taser guns, bullets and pepper spray. It was better to be safe than dead.

I loaded all the guns into duffle bags and exited the room. I started for the exit when I heard a strange banging noise coming from down a different hall. I put the bags down and grabbed the Glock 43. I loaded the gun and cautiously made my way down the hall towards the banging noise. I came to the end of the hall and stood in front of a door that stated, “Holding Cells,” in bold black letters. I jingled through the keys until I found the right fit. I entered into another hallway with six different holding areas. It was dark in the hallway. There was little light emerging from the exit signs above the door.The first thing I noticed when I entered the hall was the odor, it was foul. It was a mixture of rotting flesh, skunk and dog shit. I’d never smelt anything so repulsive, it was awful and burnt my nostrils. I turned to leave the hallway but stopped when a banging sound hit the door next to where I was standing. I jumped back and turned to face a pale grey eyed man. I was startled and screamed like a little girl. The only thing protecting me from the grey eyed man was a glass door. I was guessing the door was shatter and bulletproof. The man smashed into the door but the door stood strong. I wanted to turn and run but I was frozen, staring at him. I quickly realized the odor was coming from him. Even the thick door couldn’t keep out the rancid odor. Blood poured out of a huge cut in his head. I took a step toward the door. He glared into my eyes and I couldn’t help think how dead he appeared.

I opened my mouth and spoke, “Hello.”

He turned his head and let out a terrible scream. I jumped back and covered my ears. He smashed his head against the glass door and blood smeared everywhere. He repeated smashing his head over and over. I noticed his knuckle bones were exposed. He smashed his fist and head against the door. His head had meant the same fate as his hands.The white of his skull peeked through his dangling skin. I felt sick. He continued to scream and I fell back against the door behind me. I turned my head and vomited onto the white and black tiled floor. After l vomited I was paralyzed by his relentless screams. At some point he finally stopped screaming. I didn’t know how long he had screamed and smashed his head and fists. For me it had been an eternity of endless torture before he stopped his episode. I slowly got to my feet. I saw my ears were punished severely from his screams. My hands had a thin layer of blood on them from where I had covered my ears. I observed the man lying on the ground. He must have knocked himself out with all his banging and smashing. His skull was an open mess of cracks and holes, black blood exited his wounds.

I turned to leave and saw another man in the holding cell behind me. He was lying on the bed. I stepped closer to the door and peaked in the cell.The lighting was dim and made it hard to see into the room. I could tell he was too long for the bed. His feet hang off the edge. He was wearing blue levis and a black T shirt. His hair was dark brown and facial hair had grown in like weeds on his face. He appeared to be dead. I turned to leave but heard him call out in a raspy voice, “Please help me.”

“Are you sick?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

My rational side was telling me to leave but he was the first person I’d seen in days that had spoken. That must have meant something. I had the strangest feeling I was suppose to help him. He was in a jail cell and this made me feel worried. What had he done to be put in here? I also told myself I had a gun on me. That thought seemed to ease my mind.

“I was sick, but I’m not now. I’m not sick like the guy over there. I need water and food. Please. Help me!” He begged.

I decided I would help him, but first I wanted to know why he was being held in jail.

“Why are you in here?” I asked.

“I was in a fight at school. I’m a senior at KHS. Please, I need water!” He sounded desperate but continued on, “My name is Silas, I’m nineteen years old. My parents were supposed to come and pick me up. They never came and then I became sick. I thought I was dying. You are the first person I have seen in a long time. Please lady, I need water.”

I fumble through the keys until I find the right one. I hesitate but unlock the door.

“I have a gun so don’t try anything crazy.” I said, entering the holding cell.

He didn’t move and I wondered if he was still sick. I walked slowly towards him. He started to move around a little but cried out in pain.

“Please, I need water. Everything hurts and I am thirsty.”

I looked around and saw there was a sink and toilet. I walked to the sink but kept an eye on him. I filled a cup of water and brought it to him. I handed the cup to him but he shook and wasn’t able to hold it. I knew how it felt being weak. I noticed he had dried blood down his ears, mouth, nose and eyes. He smelt awful. It was a scent I had experienced myself when I was sick. Even with all the grossness he was still handsome. His eyes were a dark chocolate brown. He wasn’t able to hold the cup on his own. I put the cup to his lips. He immediately asked for more. We repeated these steps for some time before he was able to sit up and eventually move around. He was close to six feet tall when he stood fully.

We left the holding cell and headed into the hallway. He miraculously appeared to be getting stronger by the minute. I picked up the duffle bags and we exited the station. The sun was setting at an alarming rate and I knew I needed to get home quickly. The air was thick with the foul odor. I worried trouble would be approaching.

“Is there somewhere I can bring you?” I asked.

We stood outside the main entrance in awkwardness.

“I live in Keene, our school was here for a basketball game. We won but a couple guys were not happy and they attacked a friend on my team. I jumped in to help and ended up here,” he explained, pointing to the station, “Would you mind giving me a ride home?”

The sun was setting but I couldn’t stop staring into his eyes. They were dark and his voice seemed too deep for a senior. I knew him but couldn’t put my finger on it.

“We can’t go into the city this time of day. The night screamers will be coming out soon,” I replied.

As if on cue a terrifying scream exploded into the silent air making Silas and me jump. His eyes opened wide with a panicked expression. I’m sure my face was of equal terror.

“We need to go, now!” I ordered, grabbing the bags.

I moved quickly to the fully loaded truck. He followed behind me, surprising me by keeping pace with me. The screams became louder and more unbearable with each passing minute.They sounded close, too close. My ears were starting to buzz and my stomach knotted. I glanced at Silas while clearing the passenger seat. I practically threw the bags in the back of the truck. The sun was almost completely set and the screams were coming from every direction. I focused and fought to keep moving, I was terrified. Judging by the look on Silas’ face he was scared too. I started the truck and the lights came on automatically.

“Oh Shit!” Silas yelled.

I glanced up and saw we were no longer alone. Standing not even twenty feet in front of us were, screamers. They all looked the same, sunken grey eyes, pale white skin and a terrible odor that filled the air. They all had dried blood on their eyes, ears, nose and mouth.

“Go. Go. Go!” Silas shouted.

The screamers all tilted their heads like a practiced dance and then proceeded to scream. The screams tortured my ears, sending pain throughout every inch of my body. Silas covered his ears too. The pain the screams caused spread across his face. I somehow managed to put the truck in reverse and I backed up. The screamers all proceeded to follow the truck. I turned the steering wheel and the truck turned around. The light from the truck revealed a horrific view. We were surrounded by screamers.They were coming out of the buildings. They were everywhere and I knew some of these people. The first one was the librarian. She almost looked the same, except her eyes no longer brown. Her torn blue dress hung at odd angles. My gym teacher Mr. Mason followed, a whistle dangled off a chain around his neck. A few kids I went to school with stood close to Mr. Mason. They all looked the same. Dead, but not dead, they definitely smelt dead though.

We started to drive but there were too many of them, they were too close and too fast. They came at us like a lioness going in for the kill. I tossed my gun to Silas. I immediately knew he had no idea how to use it. Judging by the expression on his face, I didn’t think he ever held a gun. The first screamer hit the truck from the passenger side door. I pushed the gas pedal to the floor but it was useless there were too many screamers. They jumped onto the truck and covered the windshield. They punched at the windshield trying to get us.They were focused on getting to us and weren’t screaming.They were too busy trying to killing us or maybe eating us. I guess it didn’t really matter because we were minutes from finding out how death would take us.

I couldn’t see the road in front of me. The screamers blanketed the windshield completely. One of them resembled my best friend Lily. I really hoped it wasn’t her. I didn’t want to be snacked on by my best friend. I couldn’t help but gaze over at Silas. The windshield was moments from breaking completely. I wanted to see someone else like me before I died. I was shocked when I looked at him and saw not fear in his face but rage. He was really pissed off. He was staring at one of the screamers in particular. His rage building like fuel on a fire. I could feel the heat coming from his body. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. I watched him shine and glow. I blinked a few times to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. It was an incredible sight. He was beautiful and all I could think was how much he reminded me of a twinkling star. His skin lit up, shining brightly. The sound the windshield made breaking echoed in my ears. Cold hands touched my skin. They came for me but I refused to look. I admired Silas and the beautiful light that shone from him. I thought to myself, maybe death wouldn’t be so bad. Then the light exploded in every direction, sweet warm light consumed me in its loving embrace.

Day 11:

“Layla, Layla,” I heard a voice frantically calling my name.

I am so very tired, I feel as though I could sleep forever in this peaceful bliss. The air is warm against my skin. The sun is shining in the sky and there isn’t a cloud in sight. I am warm and the sun feels incredible today. That’s it! I will never leave this glorious place. I open my eyes and see a brown haired girl of maybe seventeen years old standing a few feet in front of me. She is wearing a torn white dress with dull red stripes running down the front. At closer inspection I realize her hair is tangled into wild knots and she is missing one of her diamond stud earrings. She is a beautiful girl with piercing brown eyes. She opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out. She appears to be a bit frantic. She speaks but is unable to communicate. She takes a step closer to me. My eyes leave her and take in the surroundings.

I am standing in the field again, only the sun isn’t unbearable this time. I do a quick scan of the ground and sigh in relief knowing I’m not being consumed in fire. I also notice there are others here too.There are people standing and sitting around the perimeter of the field.

“Layla, we need to leave.” The girl speaks directly to me. Her voice deep for a girl.

She takes another step closer to me. I gaze at her and see the red stripes aren’t part of the design on her dress. At closer inspection I see that it is red blood streaks. She takes another step forward and this time I take a step back. Her eyes aren’t a brilliant brown like I thought, they are a dull gray and her skin is a familiar white. Her lips are still moving, but they are predatorial movements. She snaps her teeth together and her jaw cracks loudly. I turn away from her and start to run but it is pointless, I am surrounded.

“Layla, please wake up!”

I sat up out of breath, my heart was a beating drum in my chest. I was sitting in my dad’s truck and the sun was peeking through a big fluffy cloud.

“I thought you were dead,” Silas said, searching my face.

I said, “What happened? There were screamers everywhere!”

“They were everywhere and then they were gone, there was some kind of bright light. I don’t really know what happened, I remember they broke through the windshield then everything went still. I’ve been trying to wake you for hours to no avail,” he gulped.

I glanced at what was left of my dad’s truck, it was in mint condition. A 1978 GMC C/K 1500 long bed pickup. I always loved the Medium blue poly metallic color. Now it looked like it was on the losing side of the demolition derby. All the windows were completely smashed, the hood was covered in scratches and dents. I couldn’t believe that humans could cause so much damage to a solid truck.

I unstrapped my seatbelt and pushed the door, it opened reluctantly. My throat was dry and I had an overwhelming craving for water. Silas handed me a bottle of water as if able to read my mind. I thanked him and drank it down in one gulp. Water dribbled down my chin and I thought, I definitely wasn’t acting in a ladylike manner.

“What are we going to do now?” Silas asked.

“We need to find a truck, load what’s left of the supplies and get to my house, we will be safe there,” I stated.

I walked towards a truck not far away. It was a newer ford pickup. It sat parked in the driveway of a big yellow house. The yellow paint was chipped from years of neglect. I tugged at the door handle but the truck was locked. I made my way to the front door of the house and turned the door knob. Silas followed me but stopped at the door.

“Should we really go into someone else's house? I mean what if someone or something is in there?”

I ignored him and pushed the front door open, thankfully it was unlocked. I walked into the house leaving Silas standing at the entrance dumbstruck. The house smelled the same as the town. I saw a set of keys sitting on a table in the entryway. I grabbed the keys and exited the house. I found Silas in the same spot, I dangled the keys in front of him and smiled.

“Let’s get a move on it, before those things come back,” I stated.

Silas helped me load what was left of the supplies in the ford. We drove out of town towards my house. The ride was quiet, I felt dazed and stuck in my own mind. Worry and stress eating away to my core. We passed the farmhouse and I noticed the cows were out to pasture. My foot slammed down on the brake. I gaped at the cows in astonishment .

“What’s wrong,” Silas asked with concern.

“This can’t be right, I haven’t seen these cows in a while, yet here they are eating the grass. I haven’t seen any animals except birds and chipmunks,” I stated.

“Maybe someone is there, taking care of them. We can’t be the only ones left, right?” Silas questioned.

I regarded at the cows for a long time and contemplated if we should go to the farmhouse. I decided not to take any chances. The late afternoon sun continued to descend. We drove past the farm and pulled into the garage. The sun made its last appearance of the day. We sat and waited for the garage doors to close completely before exiting the truck. I grabbed a couple bags and I directed Silas to do the same. We headed into the basement. I hesitated for a moment before opening the secret entrance into the bunker. Silas stared in amazement as he followed me into my underground sanctuary.

“This is incredible and scary! Your family has a bunker in their basement. This is so weird and cool all at the same time.”

“Yeah, I know right! My dad was, I mean is, always talking and planning for the end of the world. I always thought he was crazy. I didn’t pay much into his theories and crazy ideas. I wish he was here now, all his hard work and for what? I know he must be out there somewhere. I can’t help but wonder if he is one of the screamers now.” I flopped onto the couch after dropping the bags of supplies on the table. I fought back tears, refusing to be weak in front of some guy I hardly know.

“I’m sure even though he isn’t here he would be happy knowing you are safe,” Silas replied.

“Yeah, I guess you are right,” I said.

“Do you mind if I get cleaned up?” Silas asked glancing around the bunker for a bathroom.

I pointed to the door of the bathroom and watched him disappear. My head raced with hundreds of thoughts. I stood and decided to

prepare dinner. I put away the supplies while water boiled on the stove. I added linguini to the boiling water and opened a can of spaghetti sauce.

I set two plates, cups, forks and spoons on the table. Silas walked out of the bathroom in time to sit at the table. We sat in silence with an occasional fork scraping food against a plate. I glanced up and met his eyes. He was staring at me. I felt my face redden and warm before quickly looking away. For the briefest moment in time I forgot the monsters roaming outside and that the world was different.

Silas had shaved away the hairs that had hidden his face. His dark hair washed. He put on one of my fathers white t shirts. I felt tempted to reach across the table and touch his face. I decided against it, bringing myself back to the moment. I picked up my cup and consumed the cool water. The water felt refreshing and quenched my thirst.

“Layla what are we going to do? I need to go home and check on my family. What if they are looking for me?”

“You can’t go to the city tonight. It is overrun with the screamers and there isn’t enough hours in the day to make it there and back,” I explained with more force than I intended.

“Do you plan on staying in the bunker for the rest of your life? We need to search for people and find out what is happening out there,” Silas snapped.

“Yes, I can stay here forever if need be. It is why my dad built this place, it is safe here. Are you forgetting the screamers attacked us. I don’t think they were trying to cuddle and kiss us. They would have killed us, we barely escaped,” I hissed.

Silas looked down at his plate defeated.

“I don’t know what has happened to everyone. I’m scared. Something odd has happened to me. Ever since I woke up in the jail cell I feel different.”

The air in the room seemed to fade away, I could feel his pain, worry and fears. My appetite dissipated as thoughts of the screamers and my parents filled my mind. I wanted to believe that everything would be ok but deep down I knew nothing was ok. I knew I was different now too. The question was how were we different?

Day 18:

A week had gone by since Silas came to the bunker. Things settled into a quiet but grave routine. There were so many words I wanted to say to him but I found them locked inside my head. The past few nights I felt restless. I wanted to go outside and breath in the night air. Knowing it wasn’t safe only made me want to do it more. I wrapped myself tightly under my blankets and drifted off to sleep. Sleep had become something I dreaded. My dreams were filled with ear piercing screams. There were people everywhere, they begged me to help them. They were telling me to go and find them, they needed me. I had to hurry. I felt terrified, I tried to get away from their reaching hands. I woke each time in a cold sweat with a desperate need for water each night I tiptoed out of the bedroom and hurriedly consumed a gallon of water. I felt like I was doing something sneaky. The water quenched my desperate need and was like a drug I couldn’t get enough of. I noticed Silas had the same need for water. We were consuming less food and more water as the days passed. I had no desire for the foods I once craved, my taste buds were happy with water but nothing else. I couldn’t taste the creamy milk chocolate bars I once adored. I wondered if it had something to do with the sickness.

I decided I would speak with Silas in the morning. We needed to make another trip into town for more water. At the rate we are consuming it, we would run out much sooner then I had calculated. We had water from the well but I worried it wouldn’t last. I climbed back into bed and tried not to think about anything else, at least not for a few more hours.

Day 19:

The sun was a joyful sight. I exited the house and entered the backyard. I followed Silas and watched him plop into a patio chair. I did the same and sat directly across from him. He glanced at me for a moment and then looked away at the open fields. Reverently I opened my mouth to speak but stopped when Silas beat me to the line.

“I have to go and search for my parents. Maybe I’ll find other survivors too. I’m grateful for everything you have done but I feel something inside me, pulling at me. It is powerful and I need to go find out what is happening. You could come with me, if you wanted to.”

“I understand you want to find your family. I want to find mine too but the screamers are out there. They are fast, strong and we can’t fight or outrun them. I don’t want to be anywhere near them again, you’ve seen the screamers! You know what they can do, what they want to do to us!” I sputtered off alarm in my voice.

“I felt an energy come over me in the truck and I let off some kind of light, it made them all go away. If I can figure out how to do it again then they won’t be able to get us. I can keep us safe, we won’t have to hide away in the bunker. We can leave and see if there are others out there,” Silas said warmly, hope edged around his words.

“We don’t know how you did the light thing or if it can be done again. I know we are different now. What I don’t know is how we are different. We aren’t like the night screamers and we aren’t like we used to be. I noticed we both have a strong desire for water. We aren’t eating much food anymore. I don’t think we need it,” I replied.

“We could leave at sun up,” Silas suggested.

“There aren’t enough daylight hours to get to the city, search, then find somewhere to hide for the night. It isn’t possible, we will be killed by the screamers,” I quaked.

“I understand you are scared,” Silas stated.

“No. I am not scared of the screamers. I am petrified of them. There is a big difference. I am scared of sharks and snakes. I am horrified that the screamers are going to tear me to shreds and eat me, all while I am alive and watching. They smell awful and look repulsive. I am perfectly safe in the bunker and have almost everything I need. If you want to go and get yourself killed, feel free to do so without me.”

I knew I was being a bit dramatic but the screamers were worse than any nightmare I could have imagined.

I watched Silas’ face change from determined to disappointed. I felt disappointed too, disappointed in myself for being weak and terrified. He was going to leave, go search for his family and here I was hiding away in the safety of my home. I wanted to make him stay with me because the only thing that truly scared me more then the screamers was the thought of being alone.

Silas stood and started to walk toward the field away from the house and away from me. I stood and followed behind him. We walked for what seemed to be quite some time. Every time the sun disappeared behind a cloud I found myself searching all around, making sure nothing was going to get us. I knew I was overreacting but I felt on edge, exposed in the open field. Something didn’t feel right about this place and then it hit me. My mind was flooded with memories or perhaps a dream. Everything felt mixed together. I had been in this field before. It was the field I stood in when the ground turned to fire and I sank into the flames of eternal hell. I felt a cold sweat cover my skin. I stood still and looked at the ground, waited for the fire. Waited for the pain, but nothing happened. It was then I realized Silas was shaking my arm and speaking to me. His words slowly gained access to my ears. I focused in on his face. His beautiful dark eyes were staring into mine. True concern for my well being spread across his face.

“Are you ok? You are crying? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he said.

“I was here when I became sick. At least I think I was here or maybe it was a dream but it felt real,” I stated, feeling alarmed.

Silas put his hand on my cheek and wiped away a tear that froze in place halfway down my face. The moment his finger touched my skin I felt an electric shock. A bright light shot out of his hand, throwing me back many feet. I hit the ground hard. An incredible and astonishing energy ran through every ounce of my being. I was laying on my back, twenty to thirty feet from him. I got to my feet and noticed I was illuminating light from my hands, arms and chest. It was bright like the sun on an August afternoon. The light did not blind my eyes or hurt me. I felt incredible. It was the best feeling in the world. I inspected the light coming out of my hands and shook them fervently. It reminded me of the fourth of July my dad would let me use sparklers once the sun set. I moved my hands in little circles and then made bigger ones.

I glanced in the direction of where Silas was. He was laying on the ground and he was moving his body in a strange way. When I approached I saw he was convulsing uncontrollably. I ran the remaining distance to him and dropped to his side. The sight of him was haunting, his whole body shook and he looked as though he was trying to scream but nothing escaped his lips. I was on my knees next to him and felt completely helpless, I didn’t know what to do; tears poured down my face. I wiped them away and noticed the light was still shining brightly within me. I saw Silas’ skin turn an ashen grey color. I backed away a bit and tried with all my might to clear my head. I didn't know what to do. The seconds were ticking by and I watched the life drain out of him. I closed my eyes. I could feel the energy and light start to pull away from me and leave. I allowed my body to let go, the joyful bliss of the light leaving me.

I heard a voice in the far distance, quiet and clear, “This gift isn’t yours to keep, you have to give it back to him. You are going to kill him. Hurry, he is running out of time!”

I didn’t want to let go of the light, it made me feel ecstatic and alive. I knew whatever was happening to Silas was my fault and I didn’t want him to die. I allowed sadness to overtake me. The light started to fade and I felt my whole being come back to me. I was no longer alive and free. I was alive but my alive was afraid and anxious. I exhaled as the last of the light left me. My tears all gone, I dropped to the ground. I felt weak and couldn’t stand, everything in me drained away. My eyes locked on Silas, I was relieved to see him sitting up. He appeared to be himself again, color flowed back into his skin. My vision started to blur and my body felt empty, everything went black.

Day’s 25–45:

I woke up wrapped in soft blankets, the material warm against my skin. I was in the bunker bedroom. I sat up and saw through the opening in the door. I saw Silas sitting at the kitchen table. He had maps spread carelessly all over the place. I jumped out of bed and ran to him. He jumped up out of the chair in stunned surprise. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly.

“I am so so sorry! I didn’t mean to take your light from you.”

Silas watched me like I had lost my mind.

“What are you talking about?” He asked puzzled.

“In the field you touched my face, then I took your light from you. It was incredible but I think if I didn’t give it back to you, you would have died.”

“Wait. What?” Silas stuttered, “You collapsed in the field and I had to carry you back to the bunker. The sun was setting and I could hear the screamers. You have been out cold for days! I have been giving you water because I know we need it.”

I explained what happened and how I took his light and what had happened to him. I told him about the voice I heard and about the nightmares that were plaguing me. I told him I was frightened but I thought he might be right. There were others out there, others like him and me. I explained how they called to me in my dreams. I had been trying not to think about them because I was afraid, but now something had changed in me when he touched me. When I took his light I felt powerful and alive. I craved to hold it that very moment but didn’t want to hurt him. I fought the urge inside me and focused on what we should do moving forward.

We looked at the maps together and talked about the best routes and places we could hide out at night. We knew the world came alive at night. The problem was it came alive with the worst kind of monsters possible. If we were too close to the screamers it would mean endless hours of torture for us. We contemplated ear plugs and ways to block the screams. Another problem was the screamers were too fast to outrun. After endless hours of discussion and attempting to make a plan, we found ourselves talking in circles.

I prepared dinner but we didn’t have an appetite. Our thirst for water had become the only nutrients we needed. Any food we put in our mouths tasted foul, our throats constricted, refusing to swallow.

Silas wanted to learn how to use and control his light. He practiced over the next few days. I attempted to help him but found all I was doing was learning how to steal the light from him. Everyday it became easier for me to take it. At first, I didn’t know what I was doing then, I discovered that I could see the light in his eyes. It was hidden deep inside the pupil. Each time I took his light he would drop to the ground, convulsing. I could keep it for minutes at any given time. The more I practiced the better I became. I soon discovered I could take his light while he was sleeping. He agreed to this of course; once asleep I would take his light, he didn’t convulse while sleeping. When he woke up he was himself. Me on the other hand would drop to the floor, weak and depleted. Silas would feed me water, lots of it, the more water he gave me the faster I recovered.

One morning Silas had an idea to have me take his light by water. We needed a large body of water so we left in the truck when the sun came up and headed to the closest lake. Granite lake was only five miles away from my house. I hurriedly drove down the highway excited to try Silas’ idea. We pulled into the boat landing and exited the truck. The summer air was thick with humidity. I didn’t know the temperature outside but I guessed it was in the nineties. We walked to the edge of the water and began the experiment. I had become very good at taking Silas’ light. I took my shoes and socks off, stepped into the cool water and felt instantaneously refreshed. Silas joined me and we walked out stopping waist deep in the water.

The sun was splendid and for a moment everything felt right once again. I cherished these moments in time. I took a deep breath and reached for Silas’ light. This time when I held it he didn’t drop and convulse. He stood and watched me shine, my body let off a tiny light at first, then it expanded and the light grew. I loved the energy pulsing through me. The water made the energy stronger. Silas walked towards me, the light didn’t seem to affect him in any kind of negative way. He reached for my hand and I felt his warm hand close around mine. He had a sparkle in his eyes locked with mine the world felt perfect, nothing mattered to me except Silas. I had never had a boyfriend but the way I felt in moments like this made me want Silas to be my first. He moved inches from my face, I wanted to kiss his lips. We each moved in slightly and tenderly our lips touched, lightly and gracefully we kissed. The light grew brighter and brighter until a surge of pain shot through me. Silas must of felt it too because we pulled away from each other at the same moment. The light was in both of us, realizing we could share the light. I let the light go back to Silas fully and then I fell back into the water. Only I didn’t feel weak I felt revived, wonderful and elated. I drank the water and floated on my back. I felt water enter my ears. I never wanted to leave the water. Closing my eyes I let my mind wander freely. I sank under the water and felt Silas next to me. We splashed, played and swam the day away. We were content and distracted in the water and didn’t notice the setting sun. It was dropping fast and yet we didn’t notice.

The first scream came from far off in the distance. I didn’t realize the faint sound was a screamer. Soon more and more screams came to life as the sun completely vanished. The moon ascended in the sky and stars twinkled and danced. The screams came from every direction. The water muffled the screams. In the water Silas and I hadn’t noticed what surrounded us on the shore line.

I opened my eyes and stared at a big white ball in the sky. I knew it wasn’t the sun I was viewing, it was the moon. My eyes doubled in size at the sight before me. I bolted upright in the water and searched for Silas. His eyes were closed when I reached him, I shook him hard. He opened his eyes lazily, first looking at me unconcerned but his expression became incredulous. He glanced around frantically, the sight dire. I surveyed the area and saw screamers everywhere.

The screamers seemed to be watching us. They were in every direction the eye could see. Some were near the edge of the water but not one was in the water. There were dozens upon dozens; too many to count. We could faintly hear them screaming, somehow the water was muffling the screams. The screams were not hurting our ears, the water seemed to shield us from them. Thankful our eyes, nose, mouth and ears were blood free.

“What do we do?” Silas asked nervously.

“Why do you always ask me? Like I have all the answers!” I bantered.

“Ok, I guess we stay in the water because they aren’t coming in. It’s as if they don’t like it or something,” Silas stated.

“We could try and use your light. You’ve gotten pretty good at using it. I don’t understand how we lost track of time. How didn’t we notice it was getting dark?” I frantically babbled on and on.

“I don’t know, we can’t focus on that right now. I think there are too many screamers. If you accidently take my light and then pass out or something it could end badly. Let’s stay in the water, as long as they don’t enter we are safe.”

We stayed in the water and waited for the sun. We watched the night screamers and they watched us. They screamed hour after hour but it didn’t seem to affect us and I was thankful for that. The screamers rocked back and forth, taking a step or two in any given direction but not towards the water. They seemed to be afraid of the water. Hours passed and late into the night the sky lit up. White zig zags formed across the sky above, moments later thunder pounded the earth. The screamers started to rock back and forth faster. Panic stricken screams fill the night. Little cold drops of rain hit the lake, preceded by drops of rain. Soon the rain poured down faster and harder. Sheets of rain moved across the lake. Thunder pounded like angry drums.The screamers seemed disoriented and started running in circles. The sight reminded me of a rabid fox I once saw while out for a run. The screamers had a bloody foam protrude out their noses, mouths, eyes and ears. It was a gruesome and unpleasant sight. We stayed put in the water as the lightning and thunder pounded on. Probably not the safest idea but it was better than the alternative. The wind decided to join in the party, sending the sheets of rain sideways. The screamers fell to the ground and started to convulse like the one in the holding cell at the police station. This went on for what felt like forever but really was merely minutes. Finally every screamer in unison stopped moving, Silas and I stared at them apprehensively.

After a few minutes I spoke, “Do you think they sleeping or dead?”

“I’m not sure, we could go check.There are a couple screamers close to the boat landing,” Silas said unsure.

I hesitantly agreed, we swam to the shore line. Silas used his gift to light up the surrounding area. We stepped onto dry land and approached cautiously to the closest screamer, it was a male. I guessed he was in his early twenties but his ashen skin made him look older. His eyes stared at the sky unblinking. Silas moved his hand close to the screamer. The light burnt the screamers skin but he didn’t move or even flinch.

“Look, you are burning him and he isn’t moving,” I stated.

“I think he is dead,” Silas said.

The storm passed and the rain slowed to a mild but steady beat. The thunder, lightning and wind tapered away. We decided not to stick around we entered the truck and made our way home. I drove down the road and the rain let up completely, within minutes a terrifying sound filled the night once again. I frowned at Silas and glanced in the rearview mirror. We both turned and looked back at the lake, the sight was grim. We went further down the road and saw the screamers were shaking off the rain water. They resembled wet dogs as they stood and shook the rain away. They began screaming their ear splitting screams. No longer submerged in the water the sound was torture and I felt my ear drums pound. I tried to block them out but they were moving in from all directions. I slammed my foot down on the gas pedal and accelerated down the road. Silas released his light as the screamers jumped out towards the truck.

We approached the farm to find a horrific sight. The cows were still out to pasture. They were scattered across the field. Screamers were attached to the cows like leeches. The screamers were quiet while they ate the flesh off the cows.They clawed and tore into the live flesh, some of the cows were still alive they kicked and fought to no avail. A few cows cried out begging for help. Unfortunately no help would come for the cows, only a slow and torturous death.

I felt sick and wanted to vomit at the sight before me. I continued to drive past the slaughter but knew better then to stop. We needed to get to the bunker or we would be joining the cows in death. We pulled into the driveway and Silas shone his light while the garage door opened. We pulled into the garage and got out of the truck. The garage door closed and I saw a screamer standing by the mailbox. I was paralyzed by what I saw. My heart shattered into millions of pieces. The pieces fell out of me cutting me open. The screamer standing there was wearing a blue and silver dress. One black high heel was broken and the other was missing. Her head was turned slightly to the left, she stared blankly at me. My eyes blurred with uncontrollable tears and I wanted to scream. I found my mother, but she wasn’t my mother anymore. She was a screamer and she was standing outside our home.

Day 46:

I felt helpless and devastated that my mother was out there, she was no longer the mother that tucked me in every night. The mother that told me she loved me. She would never speak to me again. She would never sing me one of those corny Meatloaf songs that she loved so much. She wasn’t out there hiding away in some safe place, she wasn’t here in the bunker with me; she was gone but not really gone. My mother wanted to tear me to shreds and eat me. I didn’t have the energy to do anything I wanted to hide away under my blankets and pretend my life was normal. The pain and sadness that overcame me was consuming. I felt depressed and I missed her terribly, she was a good mother and she had loved me.

Tears eventually dried but the ugly truth made the sadness and grief turn to something I hadn’t felt before; I felt anger. I felt pure rage and wanted to kill every night screamer out there. The world wasn’t ever going to be the same. Silas and I couldn’t hide away here forever because we knew there were other survivors. There had to be and we were going find them. Even if it meant we would get taken out by the screamers, at least we would die trying.

Day 50:

Silas gave me the time and space I needed to grieve for my mother. The sun had set and we quietly entered my bedroom. I felt sick knowing what I was about to do but I wasn’t going to back down. This was a new world and death was all around me. I needed to learn how to be strong and fight. I told myself this over and over again. I lifted the shotgun, aimed and fired.

It was the first time I had killed anything. I had never killed chipmunks or squirrels when target practicing with my dad. It felt as though I had stepped out of my body and was watching a movie unfold in slow motion. I didn’t cry or weep my tears were all dried up, I felt empty. I watched the bullet go right into her beautiful ashen head. My aim was a bit off the bullet pierced her right eye. I remembered her eyes used to be a brilliant green. She slowly fell to the earth. I could almost hear her voice calling to me one last time. I wanted to believe she was thanking me for not letting her wander the earth as a monster.

I had watched endless zombie movies before the sickness. Now, I felt as though I was in one. In order to kill the zombies completely you had to hit them in the head. I waited to see if maybe, just maybe she would get up and move but she didn’t. What happened next would forever stay with me. A couple of screamers emerged from the woods running wildly towards my mother. They pounced and attacked her dead body with such force I thought for a moment I saw her move but it was only the screamers ripping her apart. They consumed every last bit of her I watched in horror. I was unable to look anywhere else. After they were done they stood and ran in the direction they had came from.

The sun made its first appearance and I noticed I was holding silas’ hand tightly, sweat dripped down my fingers. I released his hand, stood and made my way to the bunker in complete silence.

Day 52:

The truck was packed with weapons and supplies to last us a couple of weeks. I still had my doubts we wouldn’t make it past the first night but Silas was convinced he could use his light to keep the screamers away. The garage door opened and my eyes found the spot where my mother had stood. I allowed myself a moment to feel and remember her one last time before the truck was in drive. We drove past the farm. The pasture cleared from the horrors that occured. No sign of the brutal deaths the cows had endured. The sun was rising and we drove into town, then down the highway, finally entering the city. It was 9 am. when we reached the city line; it was not the city I remembered only weeks ago. Buildings were destroyed, trash littered the ground and the air was putrid and thick with rot and death. We turned down Main Street onto West Street. I viewed Silas’ rigid and tense demeanor. His eyes were glassed over and he seemed to be deep in thought. We passed numerous broken down houses. The windows and doors violated beyond repair.

“Stop!” He yelled.

I jumped out of my seat and stopped the truck in the middle of the road. Before I had the truck in park Silas had jumped out and ran up the walkway of a huge three story brickstone house. He burst through the front door as I chased after him.

“Silas!” I called stepping into the house.

The house was beautiful and had been spared from the damage and destruction. Some of the windows had cracks and a few were broken. I walked into the living room. My eyes focused on the pictures on the mantel. In a black frame was a happy family a smiling dad, mom and standing between them was a gorgeous young man. He was wearing a sky blue polo shirt and tan pants. His hair was perfect and his face was full of life and happiness. His dark eyes stared back at me.

“They are not here.”

I turned and saw Silas standing between the livingroom and kitchen entry. His eyes puffy from fighting back tears. It was a losing battle as I watched a tear fall from the corner of his eye. I walked over to him and hugged him, he hugged me back tightly. He was exceptionally strong and I couldn’t help but wonder if he could break me. After some time he released me, I could see the pain washed over his face.

“They could still be out there, searching for you,” I said trying to sound hopeful.

He eyed me but didn’t say anything. Maybe he was trying to read me, to see if I believed my own words. He took my hand and gently walked me through the kitchen and into the dining room. We stepped into the room and it was apparent something awful had happened there. Cold chills coursed through my body as I inspected the blood that was spewed all over the room. It was clear a bloodbath had taken place. My heart skipped knowing whatever had happened was definitely the end for someone; possibly multiple people. There was no possible way anyone could have survived. Silas rubbed his hands over his face and walked out of the house getting in the driver's seat of the truck.

“Do you know how to drive?” I questioned climbing into the passenger seat.

“Yes, I have my license if that is what you mean,” he replied.

We drove in silence street after street. We did this for hours. The city was still. I couldn’t help but wonder if there was anyone else out there.The thought was terrifying and thrilling all at once. The streets were messy but drivable, we drove to the outskirts of the city. I noticed smoke coming from one of the chimneys at a warehouse. I pointed to the smoke; we made our way to the gated building. A huge sign read, “W.S.C. Organic Foods LLC.” We stepped out of the truck and viewed a massive gate before us. A tall fence with barbed wire ran the perimeter of the warehouse. It looked more like a prison then a place food was stored. Silas saw a small camera and a keypad. He pushed different buttons but nothing happened.

“How may I help you?” A voice said over a loudspeaker.

We gaped at each other in amazement.

“Hi, we are searching for our families. Could you please help us?” I asked nervously.

The gate opened and we loaded back in the truck. We drove on toward the white warehouse. As we approached the warehouse I could see two bay doors open multiple people came forward. I was trembling with excitement. There were people alive, and we found them!

A tall skinny guy with a scruffy beard knocked on Silas’ window.

“You can get out of the truck. We are not going to hurt you, you are safe here.”

Silas peered in my direction and we cautiously stepped out of the truck. I walked over to Silas and stood by his side. The tall skinny man put his hand out in greeting.

“Nice to meet you, my name is Quinn. This here is Lucy.”

He put his free hand on the back of a beautiful tall blonde with natural curls that bounced when she walked up to me. She too put her hand out in greeting. My hand closed around hers and I couldn’t help but notice how dainty and slender her fingers were. Her nail polish was a vibrant pink but had faded and was chipped in spots. Her hand though soft, felt cold. She smiled like a practiced movie star. Her teeth were sparkling white each tooth in perfect alignment. Her parents must have spent a fortune on those babies. Lucy released my hand and reached for Silas’.

I felt an instant serge of energy flow through me as I watched her smile brightly at Silas. I felt myself involuntarily take Silas’ light, I could feel it move into my hands. I balled my fists and tried not to allow the mixture of emotions to overpower me. I watched Lucy shake Silas’ hand. She glanced at me and winked. Silas’ skin turned to a pale white. I tried to give the light back but a burst of electrical power shot out of me aiming straight at Lucy. She fell backwards hitting the ground with a painful force. Everyone watched in stunned silence. Lucy laid on the ground without moving. Quinn and Silas eyed me for what felt like an eternity, before they ran to Lucy. Silas appeared a bit weak but was able to function. Lucy stirred before they approached. She surprised everyone by sitting up.

“Look what we have here! Another gifted one,” Lucy exclaimed. She smiled brightly and was so cheerful I couldn’t help but smile back.

Quinn assisted Lucy getting to her feet. I felt relieved that I hadn’t hurt her. It was difficult to control the energy that had moved through me.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that,” I cried.

“It’s all good, you have come to the right place. There are others like you here,” Quinn explained.

Lucy joined in, “We are all learning how to control our new abilities I’m not upset with you. Our emotions play a huge part in how we shift and move the energy around inside of us. You are not the first to lose control. We will help you here. There are eleven…”

Lucy’s words were cut off by an unwanted but well known scream. Screams echoed from the city. People standing around us uttered terrified groans, some covered their ears fear washed over their faces. The sun was fading away and the screamers were rising.

“Everyone hurry inside!” A deep voice called from a bay door.

Quinn and Lucy directed us abruptly into the warehouse. We followed quietly, the door closed behind us. We heard more screams enter the evening air. The inside of the warehouse was dimly lit, cots and makeshift beds were spread across the open dock. There were aisles upon aisles of food stacked on pallets that reached to the ceiling. The warehouse was enormous with people wandering around all over the place. Some were sleeping on cots and some were eating at tables. I mentally counted twenty plus women, men and a few teens. There were no infants or children to be found.

“Please follow me,” Quinn stated and walked down a hall.

We followed at a close distance. Lucy caught up to us and walked next to me.

“I didn’t realize you and Si were together!” She winked at me.

I felt my face redden as Silas scanned the floor. He pretended not to hear but I knew he had.

“We aren’t together, I mean not like that! We’re just friends!”

Lucy smiled her movie star smile and skipped forward to Quinn. She wrapped her arm around his. We walked through many doors, down stairs and through hallways. Finally, we entered into a big white room with bright lights. There were two people in the room a stout man in a white lab coat and a medium built woman with grey hair. She was gazing into a microscope and didn’t look up when we entered. In the center of the room lay a man, he was clearly dead. His skin ashen, dried crusty blood exited his nose, mouth, ears and eyes. A bullet hole left a nasty wound on the side of his head. I examined the body, I hadn’t been so close to a dead screamer. The putrid odor was awful and made my nose burn. Silas spoke with the man in the white lab coat.

“Hi, my name is Dr. Nickels. It is refreshing to see new faces. It has been weeks since this all started and you two are the first we’ve seen. I am going to need to examine the two of you.”

I considered Dr. Nickels for some time, I didn’t want to be examined, especially by someone I didn’t know. I felt Silas tense by my side.

“What kind of exam are you talking about?” Silas questioned.

“No need to worry, it is a basic examination. We will need a few blood samples and I’ll check your vitals. The two of you are the first to arrive; alive that is. We need to make sure you are well.”

Over the next hour Dr. Nickels examined us. We were poked and prodded with needles and other medical instruments. Dr. Nickels and his assistant Mabel took notes and spoke quietly to each other. For the most part they ignored us and treated us like test subjects. Quinn sat at a desk in a corner of the room. He had his feet lazily planted on the desk and was reading a book. Lucy grew bored after a few minutes and walked out the door but not before kissing Quinn on the lips. I was internally smiling knowing Lucy and Quinn were a couple. Something about Lucy’s cheeriness made me cringe and want to hit something or someone. How could anyone be happy these days? Also how could anyone look that good when the world was falling apart? I felt stress was aging me at an alarming rate. I guess I looked to be in my twenties by now. In a few weeks I’d probably look like I was fifty. Okay maybe I was exaggerating a little bit. Dr. Nickels distracted my wandering mind by finally giving us the okay to leave.

“Quinn,” Dr. Nickels called as we exited the room.

We all turned and regarded the doctor with curiosity.

“Would you please come back after you show Miss Layla and Mr. Silas to the cafeteria? I need to speak with you in private.”

Quinn nodded his head and said, “sure thing Doc.”

Quinn spoke with lots of enthusiasm while he showed us around our new surroundings.

“The warehouse has proven to be our saving grace. A bunch of us were here working when the world went to shit. A few of us watched the people around us become extremely ill and then unconscious. We thought the sick would die but after a week or two, depending on the individual they woke and were better. Most of the sick have changed but I know you already know that. Some of the sick woke up and have some unique abilities. They have been struggling to cope and learn how to control them.”

I asked, “You mean not all of you were sick?”

“We all had one form of the illness or another, but not all of us woke up with abilities, some turned into the ravenous creatures that lurk at night. Some of us, like myself woke up and are the same as we were before we were sick,” Quinn stated.

“What did you do when the sick turned into the night screamers?” I questioned.

“Night Screamers?” Quinn inquired with a quizzical expression.

“That’s what we call them, “Night Screamers.” You know, they come out at night and well, scream and kill.”

I found the last word to be sour in my mouth.

“All right, I like that, Night Screamers! Sounds about right from what we all have heard and seen,” he said laughing.

He rubbed his gruffy beard then ran his hands through his shoulder length hair. At closer inspection I could see little white hairs poking their way through all the blackish brown in his beard and on his head. It appeared stress was the cause of Quinn’s premature aging; stress seemed to play a role in everyone’s life now.

He continued on, “We thought the people that were not waking up had died. They didn’t have a pulse, they smelt rotten and their skin was grey. The doctor suggested we remove them from the warehouse. We didn’t want to spread the illness to anyone else.”

Quinn continued, “It was pure luck we moved them when we did. The sun was almost completely gone by the time we loaded the last one in the back of a tractor trailer truck. We had closed the trailer and were getting ready to drive the bodies away from the warehouse when the first screams echoed in the night. The screams, like nothing we had ever heard. Moments later wailing screams came seeping through the back of the trailer followed by banging, scratching and smashing. We hurried inside leaving the people in the trailer.”

I felt myself tense hanging onto each word Quinn said.

“Thankfully they didn’t break out of the trailer that night. The next morning when we went to check on them they appeared to be dead again. They were laying on the floor of the trailer quiet and unmoving. We drove them far from the warehouse and left them in the trailer.”

We entered the cafeteria and found people gathered and speaking in hushed whispers. Everyone stopped speaking and stared at us as we entered.

Quinn lowered his voice and spoke, “We have to be very quiet in here.”

He pointed to the ceiling which revealed barbed wires and boarded skylights. Then pointed to boarded up doors that led outside.

“This room echos and we don’t want to take any unnecessary chances. We have had a few close calls with the screamers. We try and keep it as quiet as possible at night.”

Quinn stopped at a table where a few teenagers were gathered.

“You two can sit here with Sara, Hannah, Wes and Greg.”

“Greg?” Silas stepped forward.

“Silas! No way man!”

The two half hugged and slapped each other on the backs like old pals. Greg was tall like Silas and was wearing a KHS basketball jersey. The back of the jersey had a Number 24 and the name Lang across the top.

“It looks like the two of you will fit right in,” Quinn said, turning and walking back in the direction we had come from.

Silas and Greg sat together catching up like long lost friends. I sat quietly and half listened to them converse. My mind wandered off and I wanted more information to what was happening. Quinn seemed like a nice guy and open to share what he knew with us. Dr. Nickels on the other hand seemed reserved. I doubted he would relinquish information to a teenage girl. I glanced around the room and watched people converse. I felt as though everyone in the room had their eyes on me. I was restless sitting there, time slowly ticked by. Hannah passed a plate of food to me a large slice of vegetarian chicken, corn, peaches and bread. I eyed the vegetarian chicken and wondered why they didn’t name it something else. Why name it chicken if it wasn’t chicken? Hannah also handed me a tall glass of water. The food was unappealing. I consumed the water in seconds, leaving the wannabe chicken and sides untouched.

Hannah smiled and said excitedly, “Another one! You are like us!”

Greg laughed, “I felt it the second they drove up to the gate. You are gifted, right?”

“I can make light emerge from me. At first I didn’t have control over it. Layla has been helping me. I’ve actually gotten halfway decent,” Silas said.

“Show us!” Greg pushed.

“I don’t know, it is really bright and I don’t know how it will effect everyone in here,” Silas added.

Hannah interrupted, “Yeah, that may not be a good idea right now. Especially with cranky pants over there.”

She nodded her head in the direction of a young man sitting by himself at a table. We all turned and glanced at him. As if sensing the glares, he got up from the table and potters away; completely ignoring us.

“That was Gabe. He is super powerful but a real jerk,” Hannah said.

“What is his gift?” Silas asked.

“He can disappear and reappear anywhere. It is an awesome gift,” Hannah explained.

“Not so cool when you end up surrounded by the others with only seconds to disappear to somewhere else,” Greg added.

“The last time Gabe used his power something happened. He hasn’t been the same since. He is even more of a jerk now.”

“What is your gift Layla?” Hannah asked.

“I’m not sure I have one,” I murmured kind of embarrassed.

“Oh you have a gift, I can feel it. You are strong like Gabe,” Greg stated matter of factly.

“I don’t know what it is,” I replied.

Sara and Wes stood up and said their goodbyes while Hannah continued on.

“My gift is kind of boring, I can make people sleep, I know super lame. Although there are some people here that like my gift. Especially at night with all the, you know crazies out there.”

“What about you Greg, what is your gift?” Silas asked, curiously.

“I have a strong ability to sense others like us. I can call out to them if danger is near. Things like that, it’s an ok gift I guess. I can sense the others or as I heard you call them night screamers,” Greg said.

Our conversation was cut short when a few men quietly ran into the cafeteria. They approached table after table, finally reaching ours.

“We all need to head underground now,” One of the men whispered firmly.

“There are “Others” on the fence and a lot of them, hurry downstairs.”

We followed the line of people down a few hallways. Everyone moved quickly to safety. I was amazed at how quiet everyone was. We reached a staircase that descended into darkness. I felt my chest tighten at the thought of going underground once again. We started to retreat down the stairs but were stopped by Quinn.

“I need Gabe, Olyvia, Jacob, Wes, Silas and Layla to come with me, please hurry,” Quinn requested.

“I’ll go find the others. I believe I saw them head down in front of us,” Gabe reported.

“Thank you,” Quinn replied.

We ambulated behind Quinn as he hurried back through hallways and up four flights of stairs, finally exiting onto the roof of the warehouse. The roof was lit up with spotlights making it extremely bright on the roof. I squinted my eyes and saw a half dozen men and women scattered to different corners. Some were a bit too close to the edge for comfort. I felt exposed standing outside on the roof at night. I was quickly distracted by screams and gunfire that filled my ears. Quinn guided Silas and me to the edge of the roof where I peered down and saw an unsettling sight. Night screamers were lined against the fence, pressing in hard as more and more approached.They all seemed to gather at the gate or close to it. I watched the screamers, a few at a time curled their lips and let out a severe scream. The other screamers seemed too focused on getting through the gate. One of the screamers leapt up and tried to jump the fence. This did not end well for the screamer because it became entangled in the barbed wire. It screamed out in obvious distress but this seemed to agitate the other screams. I continued to watch in horror as another screamer jumped up and grabbed the leg of the entangled one. Ripping it down they closed in and proceeded to consume the injured one. Other screamers joined in the frenzy and devoured it within minutes. I felt sick watching the shocking sight unfold in front of me. The memory of my mother surfacing for the briefest moment before Quinn interrupted my gloomy thoughts.

“Silas! I need you to use your light hopefully it will break up the screamers at the gate. At this rate the gate won’t hold and if they get in…”

Quinn didn’t finish his sentence because a young woman went running by us with incredible speed. Followed by a young man that flew by us and yes, I mean literally flew past us. I watched the pair plummet off the roof and land on their feet inside the gate.

“Come on!” The young man yelled up to us.

The screamers became agitated when they saw food close at hand. I stood in stunned amazement as more joined the two at ground level. I recognized Greg, Sara, Hannah and Wes. The others were unknown to me. I felt Silas grab my hand and pull me off the roof. I screamed in utter alarm, we too fell to the earth. I felt a spark of energy come over me as we descended, followed by pure energy that spread through my body like wildfire. The wind from falling sent cool chills up my arms. We too landed on our feet with no pain. I felt mirthful, even though I was pulled off a roof and thought I was going to die. I couldn’t help but slap Silas in the arm for bringing me down with him.

“Damn you. You could have killed us. Don’t you ever do something like that again without asking me first,” I spit the words at him.

“I’m sorry, I thought you felt the same energy I did,” he replied, looking hurt by my outburst.

We didn’t have time to argue further because the energy was back only this time it wasn’t inside me, it was around me. I fell to my knees and tried with all my might not to grab it and take it all for myself. My eyes flashed to the young man that had jumped off the roof before us. He stood within feet of the gate. I watched a ball of fire emerge from first his right hand and then his left. He threw it in the direction of the screamers. The fireball made contact with two of them. He continued to make the fire in his hands. I watched Hannah stand a few feet away next to him, she pushed her ability towards the gate. A few screamers fell to the ground and closed their eyes, other screamers approached and started to eat the sleeping ones. I swallowed hard and fought the desire to grab a hold of all the energy floating around the parking lot. Another young man and lady stood in the line forming close to the gate and fence. They fired round after round at the screamers. Silas joined in and illuminated his light, dim at first but soon the screamers were falling back. They screamed out but strangely it wasn’t unbearable. The energy that surrounded us seemed to muffle the screams. I did a quick headcount of the group at the gate. There were twelve total standing side by side, a few feet apart. I could barely keep myself up on my knees. Electric energy filled my entire being. I was falling to the pavement and I watched the twelve fall to the earth with me. The energy shooting out of me and sending me away into nothingness. The light Silas cast was bright and it was the last thing I saw before the familiar darkness consumed me.

Day 60:

I woke in a cold sweat. The air in the room musty. I didn’t know where I was. I glanced around to find I wasn’t alone, there were teens sleeping peacefully in lined cots. I sat up abruptly taking in my surroundings. The room was lit by a half dozen candles graciously spread out on small night stands. My eyes darted around the room until they found Silas. He was sleeping in a cot a few down from mine. I found my way to him and put my hand on his chest to make sure he was still breathing.

“Layla,” a deep voice called by the door.

I got up and walked over to find Quinn and another man I hadn’t met waiting.

“I’m glad to see you are awake. It has been over a week and we have all been worried,” Quinn mused.

“Have you given any of us water? It helps us recover sooner,” I said.

“Yes, lots and lots of water. All of you did an amazing job but it drained you greatly. It seems sleep has been needed as much as water this time,” Quinn explained.

Doctor Nickels made his appearance when Quinn finished speaking.

“Layla!” Dr. Nickels sounded excited.

“You were incredible. I would like to meet with you in my office to do some minor tests.”

“I didn’t do anything. It was everyone in there,” I stated pointing to the sleeping teens.

“Layla. You shined so brightly you cleared the gate and fence. We saw it all unfold from the roof. Yes, the others are indispensable too but they only took out a few at a time. You somehow managed to wipe them all out,” Dr. Nickels stated.

I listened to his words but felt confused. I had fought extremely hard not to take any of the energy from anyone there. If what he said was true then I had no idea what I was doing or how I was doing it. The doctor must have noticed my puzzled expression.

“Don’t fret we will figure everything out and hopefully get the world in order. The way it was meant to be,” he added.

I frowned listening to Dr. Nickels words made me feel uneasy but I didn’t know why. I turned in the direction of the sleeping teens in time to see a few stir. A couple of them had sat up and were getting adjusted to their surroundings. I glanced to where Silas lay but he was still sleeping. Greg was the first to join us in the hall.

“That was so epic!” Greg gushed.

“There were dozens of them and we took them all out. Was anyone timing us? I know that was some kind of new record. The strange thing was at the end I felt my energy being pulled out of me. It was really strange,” he added.

Everyone talked while the remainder of the teens woke. I found my way to Silas and watched him slowly enter the world of the living and dead.

“Good morning all, I hope you slept well. I would like to first thank all of you for your masterful no, kick ass performance! It was by far the most successful night we have had. Why don’t you all go and get cleaned up and hydrated. I would like for all of us to meet in the cafeteria, let’s say 1 pm,” Quinn rejoiced.

Soon everyone went their own ways and I found I was alone with Silas.

“Are you alright,” we both asked, simultaneously.

I laughed and it felt strange. I hadn’t freely and openly laughed in weeks. It felt odd in my throat but in the end it was fantastic and I laughed again. Silas smiled and laughed too. I probably appeared off my rocker.

“We should get cleaned up and join the others,” I chimed standing up and stretching.

The warehouse had a fully functioning gym with locker rooms. The men’s and women’s locker rooms had a hot tub, sauna and steam room. The place reminded me more of a resort than a warehouse. The shower felt wonderful on my skin. There was an endless supply of shampoo, conditioner, body wash, razors and any other personal hygiene items you could think of. I didn’t want to leave the shower. I could have stayed standing under the steady stream of water for the rest of my life but I heard female voices enter the locker room. There were six total shower stalls. I wanted to stand in the shower all day but I didn’t want to use all the hot water. I exited the stall and much to my disdain I watched Lucy strip down in front of me. I averted my eyes not wanting to see any more of her perfections.

“Hi, Layla,” she cheered, “What a night we had! I did feel useless just standing there, while all of you kicked ass.”

“Do you mind me asking what your ability is?” I asked.

“Oh sure, I can change my appearance, watch.”

I stood stunned as I watched Lucy shift from her beautiful self into me the resemblance uncanny. She then shifted into Silas and then back to herself. I found myself tightening the towel around myself when she shifted into him. It was silly because I knew it was Lucy but she looked so much like Silas.

“Wow, that is crazy cool,” I said.

“It’s ok but not really all that helpful when it comes to fighting the screamers,” she sighed.

“It would be neat if you could change into a screamer and walk amongst them. That would prove to be an invaluable ability,” I added.

She perked up at the idea and seemed to drift away in her own mind for a moment. The next minute Lucy was transforming in front of me. She was still Lucy but her skin was ashen, her eyes a dull grey, she even had blood drip ever so slightly down her nose, ears, eyes and lastly her mouth. I found myself involuntarily taking a step backwards, afraid of getting too close. Unlike the screamers, she smiled brightly, then laughed. She turned and glanced at her reflection in the mirror.

“Oh my,” she muttered.

“I wonder if this could work? I look the part. I guess the question is are the screamers smart enough to know the difference,” she added.

I watched her transform back to herself. I could see she was drained I took her arm right before she fell. I could feel her energy was completely depleted.

“Let’s get you in the shower, the water will help,” I insisted.

The clock stated it was ten after one, Lucy and I entered the cafeteria. All heads turned in our direction.

“We are gracefully late,” Lucy stated leaving my side and making her way to Quinn.

Quinn did a quick scan over Lucy and then addressed the gathered crowd of teens.

“Today I’ve asked you here because I would like to properly introduce our new arrivals and hopefully get some work in,” Quinn said enthusiastically.

Everyone in the room except Quinn and the doctor appeared to be around my age or close to it. I saw Gabe sitting in a chair only half engaged in the conversation at hand. Silas stood with Greg and Hannah. I found myself standing alone by the closest exit.

Quinn continued, “Layla and Silas have found their way to us. We are happy to have them here and we have all seen that they have special abilities; like the rest of you in this room. If everyone would make a circle we will introduce ourselves.”

The Group formed a big circle and introductions began. Gabe however did not join the circle. He remained in his seat glancing up every once in a while.

“Hello my name is Quinn and I am the unofficial leader here. I do not have any special gifts or abilities. I was ill but did not wake up with any kind of cool super power. To be honest I am a bit jealous.”

He winked at nobody in particular and then tapped a petite girl on the shoulder standing next to him.

“Hi, my name is Addy and I am sixteen. When I woke up from the sickness I found I had the ability to run fast. Like super fast! I can run faster then the things out there. She pointed to a boarded up door. It’s how I am still alive, I outran three of them.”

I remembered she was one of the teens that jumped off the roof. Her red fiery hair was engraved into my memories

“Hi my name is Sally and I am also sixteen. I have the ability to make myself invisible”

She was a short pudgy girl with blue eyes and a short bob cut. It was apparent she had dropped some weight over the past month but had a ways to go.

The introductions continued and I found I was fascinated to learn that each teen had a unique ability or gift. Some called it a gift and some called it an ability. There were thirteen of us all together with abilities, me being the only one that hadn’t discovered what my ability was. I listened to them continue on. One boy could levitate and sometimes fly, his name was Nate. Another could make fire come out of his hands, his name was Jacob. I recalled the fire coming out of his hands and I was still fascinated at the thought. Quinn explained how he believed we were all in the learning stages of our abilities. The more we practiced the better we would become. Gabe snorted in the the corner and everyone turned and eyed him.

“We shouldn’t be using these gifts!” Gabe said angrily.

“My gift almost got me killed and something doesn’t feel right, especially since they got here.”

Gabe pointed in my direction and then at Silas.

Quinn countered, “I know all of you have been through alot of shit and honestly we are all scared and don’t know what to do. However, I do know all of you in this room are here for a reason and have somehow found each other. Those things outside. The night screamers they are awful, they are ugly, fast and smell like death. We also know they only come out at night. They have a severe sensitivity to light and if exposed to the sun they die die for good that is.”

Silas interrupted, “They also don’t like water or rain. The rain seems to paralyze them but when the rain stops they are on the move again.”

The doctor piped in, “I assume you have bared witness to this phenomenon?”

He held a pen in his right hand and an open notebook in his left.

“Yes, Layla and I saw them moments after the rain stopped the screamers came after us,” Silis replied.

The doctor wrote a few notes in his notebook while the group chatted.The air in the room was electric. The teens were all too willing to practice and show off their abilities. I watched a teen named Sara shatter a glass cup sitting on a table. She lifted her arm and opened her hand, squinted her eyes and the glass cup shook, then shattered into a thousand shards. She turned and winked at Wes. Wes gave her the slightest nod and smiled at her pretty face.

Quinn spoke over the ever growing noise in the room.

“Perhaps we should take this outside into a move open area. I think it is a good idea for all of you to practice your gifts but this room may not be the best place.”

Everyone agreed and headed outside. I found myself alone with Gabe. He made no effort to join the group outside. I decided to approach him with caution.

“Hi,” I said.

Gabe nodded his head but didn’t respond.

“I guess you don’t want to practice your gift?“ I asked.

“Ding! Ding! You guess correctly! You just won yourself an ice cold bottled water,” he replied, each word laced with sarcasm.

He tossed me a bottled water and much to my surprise he wasn’t kidding. The water was ice cold.

“Wow, are you always this cheerful to be around?” I shot back.

“Living everyday on repeat gets a bit dull. Don’t you know I am jumping for joy living everyday in this damn warehouse. I love hanging out with a bunch of annoying teens, pretending the world is normal and we are safe inside these thin walls,” Gabe sneered.

“Yeah I get it, the world is pretty shitty right now but you are here and it sounds like you’ve been given a decent gift, maybe you should stop whining and make the best of it,” I replied.

I was annoyed with myself for allowing him to get under my skin.

“Wow this coming from miss cheerful herself. I’ve seen the way you mope around this place,” he hissed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I blurted.

“It means you don’t want to be here either, you have no idea what your ability is and it is eating at you,” Gabe taunted.

Gabe stood from his chair and headed towards the exit. I followed behind him. Jogging to catch up to him, I grabbed his arm and the world started to spin around me. Electrical sparks shot up my hand and then ran up my arm. Gabe turned in time to lock wide eyes with me. Together we faded out of the cafeteria and into emptiness. I felt the familiar ecstatic emotions come over my body as I gripped Gabes arm. He too gripped my arm and soon we reappeared into existence. We were no longer standing in the cafeteria, we were standing in a big old library. We were surrounded by massive overflowing bookshelves. The putrid air was powerful and I knew the smell all too well. Papers strewn all over the floor and books lay open messily on work tables in the center of the room. Some of the chairs were overturned and a thin layer of dust had settled peacefully on everything in the room. The library was dimly lit by stained glass windows and a few skylights. I continued to grip Gabe tightly not wanting to let go and have him leave me alone.

“What the hell happened? Where are we?” Gabe spoke barely above a whisper.

“Somehow we teleported here,” I remarked.

“I didn’t know I could bring people with me. In fact I don’t think I’m the one that did it. I think you brought us here.”

I interrupted, “I didn’t bring us here. I don’t know how to teleport. Jesus Gabe, this isn’t funny.”

“Really, damn, I thought you were having fun! I was thinking what fun it would be to hang out with the new hot chick today, what better place to bring her then to a freakin library. Come on Layla, are you serious?” Gabe responded with pure sarcasm in his tone.

I was quickly discovering every word Gabe spoke was laced with sarcasm. I wasn’t sure he knew how to speak a normal sentence.

“Ok, if you didn’t bring us here then I guess I somehow did. I am able to take Silas’ ability, maybe I took yours too. I think when I touched you I made a connection. It is strange because I can take Silas’ ability without touching him,” I stated.

“How did you feel right before you grabbed my arm? Were you angry, annoyed or maybe you were going to kiss me?” Gabe mused.

“Aghh,” I sighed.

“Maybe a little annoyed but not angry. I definitely was not going to kiss you!” I said forcefully.

“I think my gift is to take others gifts, if that makes sense,” I suggested.

“Shit, that is an incredible gift! I mean, unless you take someones gift and they lose it. What if you take it and don’t give it back. That makes

you very powerful and very dangerous. If I were you, I would keep this information to yourself for awhile,” Gabe explained.

Gabe and I stood frozen in place, holding onto each other. Gabe released our connected hand and took a few awkward steps back.

“No! Don’t let go of me,” I blurted out.

Too late, I watched Gabe fall to the floor he started to convulse. I dropped to his side, feeling my heart quicken. The day in the field came floating into my thoughts, only this time it was happening to Gabe. I cleared my mind and focused on releasing the energy I felt running through me. I closed my eyes, saw and felt an electric serging pulse out of me. I send it back to its owner. When I opened my eyes I saw Gabe stir and then sit up. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

“I guess I can take your gift too,” I stated in a quivering voice.

I explained to Gabe what happened and how the same thing happened with Silas.

He listened intently but didn’t respond.

We decided to explore our surroundings. Gabe didn’t know if he would be able to teleport back to the warehouse with me. I didn’t know how to take his gift and teleport us back safely. We found the library exit and walked outside.The sky was grey, rain droplets hit the earth with aggressive force.The town was unfamiliar, a sign above the town hall read, “Welcome to Holliston.”

“Do you know where we are?” Gabe asked puzzled.

“No, I have never heard of this town and I know most of the towns and cities in this state,” I replied.

I didn’t want to sound like a nerd but I had recently drawn a map of New Hampshire, listing every town and city. It was a school project and I had received and A+.

“Let’s go into the town hall and see where we are,” Gabe ordered, as he walked towards the town hall.

The town hall was directly across the street from the library. We walked into the unlocked building and made our way to the main office. Once there we found papers that stated we are in Holliston, Massachusetts. Gabe was surprised because he hasn’t been able to teleport that far. I pulled open a drawer and retrieved maps. I found State of Massachusetts and New Hampshire maps. At closer inspection I discovered we were over two hours from the warehouse.

“We need to figure out how to teleport back or find a car and leave now. We are defenseless from the screamers,” I gulped.

Panic made my chest tighten with every new and unpleasant thought that entered my racing mind.

“Let’s figure out how we teleported here to begin with. I know we were touching,” Gabe said, as he took my sweating hand, “Let’s picture home and hopefully we will teleport there.”

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I tightened my grip on Gabes hands. His hands felt big wrapped around mine. I opened my eyes and gazed into Gabes blue eyes. He stared back intensely and we faded away into nothingness once again. Complete darkness surrounded me. We teleported but we were not back at the warehouse. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. A small night light illuminated a small glow from a bathroom. I took a deep breath it was my bathroom and I was back home in the bunker. I released Gabes hand, walked to the kitchen and pulled a cord hanging from the ceiling. The bunker came to life and I felt safe, I was home. Gabe roamed around the bunker and took everything in.

“Um, where are we?” He asked confused.

“This is my home. Actually my home is upstairs this is my family’s bunker.”

“You have a bunker in your basement and you left it to come to the warehouse? What is wrong with you? You have everything you need right here. I never would have left this place,” Gabe blurted out.

“Silas and I wanted to find others. It was a strong pulling we had and honestly I wanted to kill every screamer out there,” I stated.

I down a gallon of water I retrieved from a cabinet. I then handed a full water jug to Gabe. He also consumed the water within seconds. His face was pale from teleporting, color slowly spread across his hard-lined face.

“We should stay here for the night and get some rest. I am exhausted and my whole body feels like I ran a marathon,” I suggested, yawning and stretching my arms.

“That is a good idea but everyone is going to be searching for us. No one takes off without telling Quinn. I mean we’re not held there like prisoners but they do like to make sure everyone stays safe. If you want to leave you let someone know,” Gabe exclaimed.

“I don’t think there is anyway we can teleport again today. My energy is depleted and I bet yours is too. We will explain everything when we get back, for now let’s get some rest,” I replied.

Gabe followed me to the bedroom.

“Do you prefer the left side or right side of the bed, I’m not picky. I do like to spoon when I sleep,” Gabe remarked.

He smiled and winked at me.

“That is my parents bed. You can sleep on the top bunk. Make a wrong move and I will shoot you,” I stated firmly, climbing into my bed.

“Prude!’ Gabe sobbed.

I laid in bed wide awake replaying the days events over in my head. If my gift was to take others gift what did that mean? Could I take more then one at a time? Could I take all of their gifts? I had learned how to take Silas’ without hurting him but it felt different with Gabe. His energy was rough around the edges and it didn’t feel pleasant like Silas’. I needed time to practice how to take it safely. Why would I need to take anyone’s gift away from them? Should I take away something that wasn’t mine to begin with. These thoughts kept me tossing and turning until sleep finally won the battle going on in my head. Sleep also came with a price these days. Nightmares filled my dreams and morning couldn’t come soon enough.

Day 61:

The next morning I woke up early, I checked all around my home making sure everything was still in order. I hoped my dad had come home. There were no signs that anyone had been there. The note I left for my dad lay unopened on the dining room table. My fingers traced over my dad’s name on the envelope. I didn’t allow myself time to feel sad. I pulled my emotions back in and found Gabe in the backyard. He was staring off into the rolling fields and wooded acres of endless forest that surrounded my house.

“The views are captivating here. I could live here for the rest of my days,” Gabe said and smirked.

“It is beautiful here and safe. Honestly, I wanted to stay here too but I had to end my mother in the driveway one night not so long ago. It made me realize I may have a bigger purpose now and if it means killing the screamers or saving lives, then that is what I will do. I will come back here one day but not yet,” I explained.

“Glad you have a solid plan!” Gabe stated, sarcastically.

“Why are you so against using your gift and others using theirs?” I asked.

Gabe revealed, “It was shortly after I woke up from the sickness. I realized I could teleport. It freaked me out the first couple times I did it. I teleported to a few different rooms in my house, then to my school homeroom, then to a fast food joint I used to go to. It is down the road from the warehouse. I saw smoke coming out of one of the chimneys and I decided to check it out. That’s how I found the group, once I told Quinn about my gift he had me practice everyday. One afternoon I was practicing but this time I was really tired and drained. I had teleported a couple times already that day. You know, each time we use our gift it drains us. I didn’t know at the time that water revives us, I concentrated on teleporting to my grandparents house to check on them. I was too drained and when I teleported I ended up in my grandparents basement. It was cold, dark and the air stank of rotting flesh. I knew I was in serious trouble because in the darkest corners of the basement were night screamers. They were hunched and huddled everywhere my eyes checked. The screamers knew I was there. They let out a screaming whale and charged at me. I thought I was dead but my survivor mode kicked in, a wave of pure energy rushed through me and I teleported back to the warehouse. I decided after that I didn’t want to use my gift. Sure, I could teleport but what good was it if I ended up surrounded by those monsters.”

I watched Gabe wander aimlessly with worry pouring off of him. I wanted to assure him everything would work out but I had a hard time believing it myself. I stayed silent and listened to the sweet songs the birds were singing. Time ticked away and I wanted to get back to the warehouse but I mostly wanted to get back to Silas. I knew I couldn’t rush Gabe but I found myself growing impatient as the sun moved higher into the sky. Finally, after some time Gabe stated he was ready to go back to the warehouse, together we teleported back to the warehouse cafeteria.

This time it felt easier to teleport. I didn’t know if it was Gabe or me that made the trip smoother, maybe it was both of our energy’s working together. We were standing in a room full of people discussing our whereabouts. An older women saw us appear, she let out a startled shriek. Everyone in the room stared open mouthed at Gabe and me.

Quinn pushed his way through the crowd of people and made his way to us. Silas darted to me and pulled me into a warm embrace. I could feel the worry leave his body as he held me tightly. Only after looking me over did he speak.

“Where the hell have you been?” His face red with a mixture of rage and worry.

“I’m sorry Silas,” I gulped, “We somehow teleported. We were drained and needed to rest so we stayed at the bunker last night.”

Silas’ eyes looked as though they would pop out of his head. He glowered first at me and then at Gabe. He stormed up to Gabe and spoke inches from his face.

“You stay the hell away from Layla, you hear me?”

Gabe smiled and in a silvery tone said, “Layla and I are besties now. After the glamourous day and evening we shared, I might be willing to say we are more.”

Gabe winked at me.

Silas outraged clocked Gabe in the face, blood splattered across the cafeteria. On impact a brilliant light ignited and the side of Gabe’s face glowed a fiery red where Silas hit him. A mixture of burnt flesh and acridness filled the air. Gabe dropped to his knees, searing pain spread across his burnt face. I dropped to Gabe’s side and could see his face was severely burnt. Quinn called for a teen girl named Olyvia. I watched helplessly as Olyvia ran over to Gabe. I tried to remember Olyvia’s ability from the previous day but my mind was racing with worry. Olyvia was a tall, lean girl with long wavy brown hair and midnight eyes that pierced when you glanced into them. Olyvia surveyed the situation and slowly moved her hands over Gabe’s burnt steaming fleshed face. Gabe cried out in pain. She moved her hands a bit faster over the burn. She then proceeded to push her hands right into his wound. Gabe let out a horrific scream before passing out completely. Olyvia pressed her hands harder into his wound and the air filled with a strange and unpleasant calendula scent. Within minutes Gabe’s face was completely healed. It was like nothing terrible had happened. We all watched in astonishment at the sight before us. I glanced around the room to see Silas shaking uncontrollably in the corner of the room.

“They need water, now!” I demanded.

I watched Olyvia collapse the remaining distance to the floor and pass out.

Quinn, followed by a few others crowded in and lifted Gabe then Olyvia and took them out of the room.

“Silas come with us,” Quinn demanded, for the first time serious. No humor in his tone.

Silas and I followed behind the men carrying Gabe and Olyvia. We entered into a part of the warehouse we hadn’t been. The men placed Gabe and Olyvia in a tank filled with water. The tank was enormous and appeared to have been moved into this room. I guessed it had been a fish tank at one time. It was centered in the middle of the room and sat directly on the floor. I watched Gabe and Olyvia float in the tank unconscious.

“Silas, I understand you were upset back there but we do not use physical contact on anyone here.This being one of the many reasons why,” He pointed to the tank and then continued, “We talk our problems out here. I understand Gabe can be a bit much and forceful. He can even be cocky but you have to learn to control yourself. Don’t let him or anyone else get to you.”

“I’m sorry. I thought I had my ability under control. I didn’t mean to hurt him. Well, not like that,” Silas replied sounding defeated.

“Thankfully we have Olyvia here,” he glanced in her direction, “She is a healer and has proven to have an extraordinary gift. Doctor Nickels and I have been discussing how we can help you improve, understand and control your gifts in a safe manner. He believes you are all newborns right now. You know you have a gift but do not fully understand how to control it, this has proven to be dangerous. On another note Greg believes there are more people out in the world. He believes he can sense them, he thinks some of the people out there have abilities and some do not. The question is how do we find them?” Quinn explained.

Gabe and Olyvia started to move around in the water. Water overflowed from the tank. Olyvia was the first to surface and Gabe followed moments later.

“They were underwater for ten plus minutes before emerging,” Silas stated.

“Yes, it appears anyone with a gift needs water to recover. When you use your gift you exert a huge amount of energy and soon after you need to hydrate. Emerged in water works the fastest, but drinking it works as well,” Quinn informed us.

I watched Gabe exit the tank with help from a couple of the guys that carried him in. Gabe then helped Olyvia out of the tank. Gabe glared at Silas for a long and awkward moment before exiting the room without saying anything. Silas stepped forward to follow after Gabe but I put a hand out to stop him. Olyvia joined our small group.

“That was fun! Thanks Silas, I’ve been wondering what my healing abilities detailed. I can add burnt victims to my ever growing list. I will say Quinn, it was quite painful towards the end. When I was submerged into the water I felt better,” Olyvia exclaimed.

“Thank you Olyvia for helping Gabe. I know the two of you aren't the best of friends. You truly have an amazing gift,” Quinn said.

Quinn and Olyvia said their goodbyes and exited the room leaving Silas and me standing in silence. I started towards the exit too but Silas stopped me.

“I’m sorry, you know I didn’t mean to do that right?”

“Yes, I know you were upset and that contributed to what happened. We know our emotions play a big part in how our ability betrays itself,” I said.

“When I figure out how to fully control my gift, I’m going to leave and find my dad. I’m beginning to think my nightmares may have some kind of meaning behind them,” I revealed.

“When the time comes I will go with you,” Silas stepped closer to me putting his hand to my face.

The temperature in the room raised, I found myself stepping closer to him.

“I was lost when I couldn’t find you. I couldn’t imagine living in this world without you,” Silas whispered.

He stopped inches from my face, I wanted to kiss him. I stared into his eyes for a long moment before pressing my lips against his. He kissed me back, slowly at first and then with a desperate need. I felt a surge of energy flow through his body. I quickly withdrew taking a few steps back. I felt winded and warm all at once.

“We shouldn’t do this,” I stated scared.

I darted out leaving Silas standing there alone.

Day 63–70:

The days passed quickly. All the gifted teens practiced their abilities. We worked hard learning how to control our emotions and we focused on centering our energy. Small groups of people would head into the city and collect supplies. They set up an above ground pool in one of the parking lots where we practiced our abilities. We discovered we needed lots of water and the pool came in handy. Doctor Nickels and Mabel were often in the background watching and taking notes. Many of the ordinary people also watched us. Each day we learned to control and improve our gifts. We discovered Silas’ light when activated didn’t hurt any of the teens eyes but it was blinding and could burn anyone in the line of fire. We also discovered Olyvia’s healing gifts were able to heal any of the teens, but have minimal effect on anyone else.

Greg tuned in on his gift and was able feel and see the location of the screamers if he was close enough. During the day the screamers were underground, in the subways, dark basements, underground garages, and anywhere light didn’t leak in. Greg didn’t give an exact number of the screamers that lurked under the city but the expression on his face said enough.

I had secretly been practicing my ability too. I had a hard time being with the group during their training sessions. The energy from twelve teenagers was intoxicating. I found myself using all my will power to hold back and not consume every last gift. I stayed a good distance away from the large groups. I was able to interact with a small group of two or three. I found I could easily drain them. I waited until everyone was asleep and then would take their gifts one at a time. I was able to take up to three gifts before I felt I would explode from the electricity coursing through my body.

Gabe stood next to Hannah watching amused as I hovered over Wes. Wes was laying on his side snoring a thin layer of drool had formed on the corner of his mouth. I startled when I turned and saw I had been caught.

“Enjoying yourself,” Gabe questioned.

“I. I… was checking on everyone we’ve been practicing a lot lately,” I responded weakly.

“You are taking their gifts while they sleep, you do realize that is so creepy right?” Gabe sneered.

“Gabe, don’t jump to conclusions maybe Layla was checking on everyone,” Hannah remarked but sounded doubtful.

I walked past Gabe and Hannah stopping when I was sure unwelcome ears weren't listening. Gabe and Hannah followed me and stopped walking when I did. Hannah glanced around nervously and Gabe shuffled impatiently.

“Gabe is right, I have been practicing my ability while everyone sleeps. It is difficult for me to get a grip on the energy and then control it with everyone is around. When everyone is sleeping I can take the energy and not hurt anyone in the process,” I carefully explained.

“Why didn’t you tell us? We wouldn’t judge you, we are all in this together,” Hannah acknowledged.

“I’m not sure everyone is going to be happy when they find out. I mean, come on I take others gifts,” I blurted out.

It felt good saying it out loud although the way Hannah glared at me made me second guess my decision to tell them.

“Let me make sure I am understanding you correctly, your gift is to take our gifts?” She reviewed.

Gabe smirked at me with his annoyingly cocky smile. Hannah failed to understand how my gift could possibly be useful. I could hear far away screams make their way through the warehouse. The screams had become sounds we had grown accustomed too.

“It is late and I am tired. I’m going to hit the sack. We can discuss this some other time,” I said yawning and stretching. I wanted to add effect in case they aren’t convinced. I soundlessly made my way to my bed. I avoided sleep like a plague. It was always the same. Dreams turned into unwanted nightmares. The same faces each night calling out to me. They would beg and plead for me to find them and help them. I was always scared in the dreams. I would run away each time. I laid in bed awake contemplating my options. I knew how the nightmare would play out. I decided I would not allow myself to run away. I would stay when the people came towards me. I closed my eyes and prayed like hell this wouldn’t end like all those, “Nightmare on Elm Street” movies I used to watch with my best friend.

The air is warm against my skin. The sun is shining in the sky and there isn’t a cloud in sight. I am warm and the sun feels incredible today. That’s it, I’ve decided I will never leave this glorious place. I open my eyes and see a brown haired girl of maybe seventeen years old standing a few feet in front of me. She is wearing a torn white dress with dull red stripes running down the front. At closer inspection I realize her hair is tangled into wild knots and she is missing one of her diamond stud earrings. She is a beautiful girl with piercing brown eyes. She opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out. She appears to be a bit frantic. She speaks but is unable to communicate. She takes a step closer to me. My eyes leave her and take in my surroundings.

I am standing in the field again, only the sun isn’t unbearable this time. My eyes do a quick scan of the ground and I sign in relief knowing I’m not being consumed in fire. I also notice there are others here too. There are people standing and sitting around the perimeter of the field.

“Layla, we need to leave.” The girl speaks directly to me. Her voice deep for a girl.

She takes another step closer to me. I gaze at her and see the red stripes aren’t part of the design on her dress. At closer inspection I see that it is red blood streaks. She takes another step forward and this time I take a step back. Her eyes aren’t a brilliant brown like I thought, they are a dull gray and her skin is a familiar white. Her lips are still moving but they are predatorial movements. She snaps her teeth together and her jaw cracks loudly. I turn away from her and start to run but it is pointless, I am surrounded.

I move away from the girl and remember that I have been here many times, in fact every night in my dreams I enter this same field. I stop and turn back to face the girl, I am shaking with fear but remind myself this isn’t real. The girl tilts her head and takes another step towards me. God, she looks real! She opens her mouth and lets out a horrific scream. I cover my ears, blood starts to make its way out of my eyes, ears, mouth and nose. I wipe my nose and stare in disbelief, how can this be a dream when it feels so real? The girl takes a predatory stance and then lunges at me. The contact sends excruciating pain throughout my whole body.

“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” I scream out.

The girl's face inches from my own, her jaw cracks and chomps in failed attempts to bite my face. She smells putrid, I use every muscle in my arms, neck and back to keep her from sinking her teeth into me. Who am I kidding, I use every muscle in my entire body to hold her back. She is unbelievably strong and I know I cannot fight her off much longer. My muscles weaken and all too soon they abandon me. I stare unblinking at her withered face. I know this face! I have seen it many times. It is my face. Only it cannot be my face. I watch the girl’s mouth open as she comes at me, I close my eyes and wait for the pain.

A warmth spreads across my face and the girl falls off of me, I open my eyes but the sun is radiating and blinding. I can’t see anything for what feels like ages but is only moments while my eyes adjust.

“Layla,” a voice calls.

I focus on two figures approaching. I get to my feet and am astonished to see Silas and Gabe in the field.

“Jesus Layla, what the hell were you thinking?” Silas yells.

“Why are you angry Silas. This is only a dream,” I state cooly, although I don’t know that I believe it.

“If it’s a dream then how are we here? Are we dreaming too?” Gabe snides in.

The sun hides behind a big fluffy cloud and then like in a dream the sky shifts becoming dark and mean looking.

“Crud,” Gabe gulps, “We need to get the hell out of here.”

Screamers close in once more, the dream starting over. The same girl less than fifteen feet away stare’s in our direction. The screamers open their mouths and let out screams that make the three of us drop to our knees.

“I’m not waiting around to find out if this is real or a dream,” Gabe commands.

He grabs Silas’ and my arm, we fade away before the screamers attack.

Day 71:

I leapt out of bed and inspected myself. No cuts, wounds or evidence that my nightmare was real. Thank god I thought, walking to Silas’s bed. He wasn’t in it. I felt a sudden panic but I remembered he often woke early. He would go to the cafeteria to hydrate. I headed to the cafeteria but was disappointed when he wasn’t there. I continued to search for him. I checked the locker room but was not well greeted when I entered without knocking. My mind was preoccupied and I wasn’t thinking when I burst in. I found three adult men naked. One was shaving and the other two were standing and conversing. I mean how many people stand around talking naked, that is disgusting. I knew I would be forever scarred. I continued my search and ran to the doctors quarters. My pulse quickening with each passing minute. I self noted Gabe was also MIA.

“Layla, how are this morning?” Quinn asked.

He was sitting at a table with the doctor and Mabel. They appeared to be in deep conversation when I entered. I did a quick scan of the room, the lights were dimmed, the dead male screamer was replaced with a female that appeared to be breathing. I cautiously approached the table where she lay. At further inspection I saw she was indeed breathing. There were chains at her wrists and ankles, also across her throat and chest. They obviously weren't taking any chances of her escaping. She was wearing a dirty ripped white dress, red blood stained streaks ran down the front. Her hair once a beautiful curly brown now lay tangled and knotted into rats nests. Dried cracked blood ran out her ears, eyes, nose and mouth. It was a sight I always pictured when I thought of the screamers. I held my breath and examined her. I knew this girl laying on the table. I knew her not from before the world changed but from every night when I closed my eyes. She was in all my nightmares and here she was in front of me. I reached out and was inches from touching her when my hand was yanked back roughly.

“You don’t want to touch her without gloves. We don’t know enough about these things yet,” Dr. Nickels informed.

He was standing at my side. Quinn and Mabel were across the table facing us.

“I know her,” I blurted out.

“I’m sorry Layla, it isn’t fair seeing people we loved and cared about this way,” he cried.

“No, not from before I mean, I’ve been dreaming about her every night. It started shortly after I woke up from the illness,” I stammered.

“There is an uncanny resemblance between the two of you,” Dr. Nickels stated, glancing from the girl on the table and back to me.

“Don’t you remember anything from last night? Quinn asked you, Silas and Gabe captured her and brought her here.”

“What? Have you seen them?” I asked, “I have been looking all over for them.”

“They are in the pool,” Quinn stated.

Quinn assisted me to a chair and I willingly sat down. I replayed the events from the previous night. I remembered the girl on the table had almost eaten my face off but after we teleported I had no memory. Did that mean I wasn’t dreaming? I shivered at the thought, all those times I was there how did I escape? I was confused and my brain was on overload. The sun was shining in my dream. I thought to myself. I pushed the questions aside and wanted to see Silas and Gabe.

“Hey,” Quinn said shaking my arm lightly, “Are you ok?” Lines of worry edged his eyes.

“You have to get rid of her. She is different then the others, I can feel it,” I quaked.

“We are running test on her blood as we speak. We need her here, the doctor thinks he may be able to find a cure for the screamers,” Quinn explained.

“We all have loved ones out there and if there is a way, anyway we can bring them back we have to try; you understand?” Doctor Nickels stated.

I didn’t reply I stood up and walked out, leaving my nightmare behind. I needed to speak with Silas and Gabe. I ran outside to the pool, my timing was perfect. The two were exiting the pool when I approached. Silas smiled shyly at me and Gabe smerked in his usual manner.

“What happened last night,” I asked.

“Why don’t you tell us Layla?” Gabe commanded rudely.

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking. I remember going to bed and entering the nightmare. Next thing I know the two of you are there then, I wake up in my bed,” I recalled quickly.

“We were there too but I don’t think it was a dream. I believe you pulled us to you somehow,” Silas responded.

I watched men move cars out of the parking lot, clearing the area for us to have more room to practice. They drove the vehicles around the building and out of sight. Another group exited the gate in three big trucks.

“Where are they going?” I asked, pointing to the gate.

“The doctor requested medical supplies and other stuff. They planned on leaving earlier but the screamer we brought back caused some uprise this morning,” Silas explained, rubbing his fingers through his wet hair.

Gabe dried off with a towel and tossed a dry one to Silas.

“How did we bring one back?” I questioned.

“That is an excellent question Layla, we thought you might know seeing you can do all sorts of weird shit,” Gabe said in a snarky tone.

“Well, I don’t know why is it I always end up with more damn questions and never answers?” I shouted.

“Maybe because you are a damn freak and do shit without knowing you’re doing it. You think you are getting a grip on your gift but all I see you doing is making my life more of a living hell then it already is,” Gabe yelled back.

He was clearly angry with me and I hadn’t purposely done anything to hurt him.

“Silas will you please explain what happened? Possibly without biting my head off,” I begged.

“Sure first, I’d like to put on dry clothes then we can talk.”

He kissed my forehead and gave me a quick squeeze

“I’m glad you are ok, I thought the screamer was eating you when we appeared. I’ll meet you on the roof in a half hour.”

A half hour later I found Silas waiting for me on the roof. He was handsome as always, in dry clothes. He was wearing a Nike t-shirt and blue jeans. He smiled his amazing smile as I approached. He took my hand and lead me to the edge of the roof. We sat with our feet dangling over.

“I used to have a severe fear of heights. I would feel queasy looking out my second story bedroom window,” Silas said chuckling.

“I find that hard to believe, considering the last time we were up here you pulled me off. I believe it was this very spot if memory serves me correctly,” I replied.

We laughed at the strangeness our lives had become. I caught Silas up on everything I remembered from the previous night. He listened intently, not saying anything until I finished. I glanced out into the city the view wasn’t great from the roof. I could see a few birds flying around in the sky. I wondered like so many other times if any people were out there.

“Somehow you pulled Gabe and me into your dream or whatever it was. One minute I was sleeping in my bed and the next I am standing in the field. I saw the screamer on top of you. Gabe was next to me and much to my surprise we were holding hands. Can you believe that we, were holding hands?”

He glanced at his hand as if the thought still made him uncomfortable then he continued.

“Gabe and I jumped to action and ran towards you. It wasn’t until we had gotten her off from you that we realized we were surrounded by screamers. They were screaming and charging at us. Gabe grabbed you and me not noticing that screamer chick had grabbed onto your leg. She came back with us, thankfully she was out cold. She didn’t do well teleporting she has been out since we got back,” Silas explained.

A scream echoed throughout the warehouse making me start.

“I don’t think she is out anymore, sounds like she is pissed off to me,” I stated covering my ears.

“What exactly is Dr. Nickels planning to do to her?” I asked.

“I’m not sure I know he is trying to find a cure but other then that I don’t know,” Silas replied.

Manic screams echoed followed by more. The screamer sounded different then the other ones. Stress or maybe pain sounded in her screams. I kind of felt bad for her but that thought only lasted a minute. I wondered if Dr. Nickels could find a cure?

“Silas,” a voice called from the stairs.

We turned and faced the voice. It was a tall balding man. He looked familiar but I couldn’t place where I knew him from. Silas and I walked over to the man.

“The doctor would like some help with the screamer. She is in quite the up roar and people are getting upset,” the man said.

We hurried down flights of stairs and found the screamer fighting her restraints. There were several people in the room watching and waiting, weapons pointed at her. Everytime she screamed everyone in the room dropped to their knees and covered their ears. The none gifted struggled the most, they curled into a ball almost convulsing, some tried crawling towards the exit but were paralyzed with pain.

Wes came into the room evaluating the situation. He took a few steps into the room and stopped. He covered his ears and closed his eyes. I could feel the energy pulsing through him I wanted to take it. It was a desperate need but I fought against it. The screamer continued to scream like a banshee but the room had been muted. Wes kept his eyes closed for a few more seconds and then he opened them, he was grinning ear to ear. Everyone in the room got to their feet and moved around freely.

“Thank you Wes. If you could possible keep the screams blocked for a little while longer that would be greatly appreciated. Hannah will be back soon to knock her out again,” Dr. Nickels said.

“You have to kill it, now!” An older women stated, she was standing next to a man I guessed to be her husband.

“We can’t be this close to it. It is hurting us, it can’t be a good thing that blood comes out of our ears, eyes, nose and mouth every time that thing screams. The screams send terrible pain throughout my body and I don’t know that we can survive if it keeps doing that,” the women said, clearly panicking.

I can’t say I blamed her, I knew the pain it caused me and I was gifted. Not having a gift must have made it worse. I wanted the screamer dead too, I thought to myself.

The screamer continued to scream and fight her restraints. I watched Dr. Nickels take vials of blood from her. Her blood was almost a blackish color with a dark tint of red mixed in. She attempted to bite at him but was unsuccessful. I stood unmoving and watched not sure what to do, except end this and put a bullet in her head. She calmed for the briefest moment and glared directly at me. Our eyes locked and I felt an odd sensation come over me.

“Help me,” she trembled.

“How?” I replied.

I knew we were communicating without speaking.

“Remember,” she screamed.

I fell back into Silas. He caught me and steadied me. My body shook uncontrollably.

“Hey, are you alright?” Silas asked.

“Yeah,” I laughed, “I thought she spoke to me. I know it sounds crazy.”

Silas and Wes looked from me to the screamer, unsure how to respond.

“Quinn, the group is back,” a voice yelled from the hall.

“Great,” Quinn replied, “Send Hannah in.”

Hours later the action finally died down. Hannah put the screamer to sleep and amazingly enough Wes wasn’t completely drained. He was quite thirsty but didn’t need to go in the tank or pool.

“I think we are getting stronger with our gifts,” Greg stated; as Silas and I joined him in the cafeteria.

“Have you had any bad dreams since you got sick?” I asked Greg.

We sat at the same table we always did and consumed water for our dinner. Others sat at nearby tables and seemed to enjoy the chicken sandwiches, french fries and green beans placed before them. I watched a young man inhale his chocolate pudding cup. I remembered how I used to enjoy pudding. My dad and I would make the cook and serve kind. I stood in a chair by the stove whisking the milk and pudding until it became thick and bubbled. Now the thought of food turned my stomach upside down and back again.

“I haven’t had any bad dreams but I have had dreams, mostly the same dream. I am standing at the edge of a big open field. There are others there but I don’t have a clear picture of them. I think you are standing in the center of the field but I can’t make out a clear picture everything is blurry. I always wake up when I hear the screamers, scream,” Greg explained.

Silas glanced up at me but didn’t say anything. I wondered if I had seen Greg in my dreams too? We fell into pointless conversation after that. The rest of the day was thankfully uneventful.

Day 80:

A week went by in the blink of an eye. Dr. Nickels kept us busy sending us on outings into the city to collect supplies for his never ending experiments on the screamer. Wes and Hannah had been alternating night shifts to keep the captured screamer at bay. There had been numerous screamers randomly appearing at the gate and attempting to get through. They seemed to sense the captured screamer within the walls. I’m not sure if they wanted to free her or eat her. The doctor injured the screamer with all his test and I wondered again if the screamers at the gate knew. I thought this over while I watched Addy shoot two screamers in the head. They fell backwards and hit the asphalt with tremendous force. Addy had become unbelievably fast with every weapon she used. Her gift of speed had developed remarkably well over the weeks. She could move so fast no one would see her until she was at her destination. I took her ability one night and tried it out. It was exhilarating to be able to move with such speed. It felt as though I was in slow motion but really the speed was lightning fast.

Since the captured screamer arrived there was a divide between the gifted and the none gifted. The none gifted had started to ban together and the gifted were forced to come together. Tension was thick in the air and could be cut with a knife. Quinn had attempted to talk with the none gifted but they had somehow convinced themselves we were a threat. I suppose they were right. We had very powerful abilities but not one of the thirteen of us wanted to hurt them. Quinn explained to us that they were scared and no one knew what to do anymore. People were scared of what they don’t understand and they didn’t understand us. They didn’t understand the screamers. Quinn had me speak at a meeting. I explained that we had to work together and we were trying to help keep everyone safe. I wished I had kept my mouth closed because Hannah’s father yelled out so everyone could hear, that I was the biggest threat to all because I could take the others gifts. That proved to be unwelcome news I found even the gifted had been standoffish with me. Silas, Quinn, Hannah and Gabe were the only ones that treated me the same.

I found it better to keep to myself. The gifted hadn’t been mean to me but I could sense their unease when I was around them. I guess I would have been uncomfortable too knowing someone had the ability to take away my gift.

“Hey, you hiding away outside again? I remember when you hated the night.”

Silas stepped out of the shadows and sat down on the roofs edge next to me.

“It’s funny how not so long ago the screams caused such pain and now they have become normal night sounds,” I stated wiping away a small drip of blood from my nose.

“I think we can thank Wes for that. He has learned how to keep a permanent shield around the warehouse. It blocks out the pain from the screams,” Silas stated.

“The screams do sound muffled now. They are out there owning the night but unable to bring us down,” I added.

Silas smiled and rested his hand on my leg. I put my hand on top of his. We sat and listened to the night screamers. I watched the gifted at the gate kill each screamer as it lunged. What had this world become?

Day 85:

The sky was an ugly grey and black when we exited the gate. We had crammed into three trucks. We headed into the now run down city. The ride was uncomfortable. Weeds and other growth had poked through cracks in the road. Mother nature had begun taking back what was once hers.The truck trudged along over potholes and debri. I watched grey clouds dance across the sky. Gabe, Wes, Addy and I rode in a red beat up GMC pickup. While Silas, Sally, Jacob and Nate rode in a black ford truck. Hannah’s dad, Mike and three beefy men I didn’t know rode in the last truck. Addy navigated the road while Wes drove. Dr. Nickels gave specific directions to a facility he needed us to go to. We drove many miles and ended up on the southern side of the city. The paved potholed road turned to dirt and a huge sign on the side of the road said, “No Trespassing.” Further down the road another sign stated, we were now entering a government facility and we should turn around. “Authorized Personnel Only.” Violators could face heavy fines or imprisonment. I swallowed hard as we passed the sign, wondering where the hell the doctor was sending us this time. We had been on numerous runs to hospitals, pharmacies and medical supply stores over the past couple of weeks.

We pulled up to a gate much like the one at the warehouse, only here there were unmanned guard towers scattered along the fenced perimeter. Gabe jumped out of the truck as we came to a stop. He jogged over to a keypad and typed in a code. The gate clanked open and we pulled through. We followed a paved road that twist and turned down a hill. We drove up to a brick building that looked like it was built in the early 70’s. We parked by the main entrance and exited the trucks.

“How did you know the code to get in here?” I asked Gabe.

“Dr. Nickel’s told me the passcode,” he replied dryly.

I nodded and followed the group to the entrance. The door was locked but Gabe pulled a card out of his pocket and swiped it through a card reader. A small light turned green and a buzzing sound filled the silence followed by the cling of the door unlocking. Gabe pulled the door open and we entered the building. A chill ran across my skin as we stood in the main entrance. I was thinking we should have brought Greg with us when a door to my left slid open and a gaunt looking man stepped into view. Mike and the other three beefy’s raised their guns to the man. The man raised his hands and spoke softly.

“It’s ok, I’m not sick but we need to get out of this part of the building now!” He said hurriedly directing us to follow him.

A loud bang sounded in the opposite direction. We turned to the sound and saw it was coming from a blocked door.

“Hurry!” The man called.

We followed the man as he led us down four flights of stairs and into a well lit laboratory. Everything was clean and white, white walls, white counters and even the floor was white tiled. One wall was made completely of glass. I approached and saw through the glass wall eight individual cells. My heart picked up a beat not because there were jail cells in the laboratory but because of what was inside the cells. Each of the eight cells contained a night screamer. The screamers weren't adults, they were children. The children varied in age. I grabbed a clipboard hanging on a hook next to cell number one. It read:

Patient One:

Female, age 10.

Turned 4 days into sickness.

Injections: C131 failed, C234 failed, C197 failed, C228 failed, C199 failed, C482 failed, C451 failed, C229 failed.

I placed the clipboard back on the hook and moved to the next cell and then the next. Each clipboard the same, except the gender and age. They were all children under the age of ten. When I reached the last cell I froze at the sight before me. This cell contained eight clear bassinets and in each one was an infant. Each infant was wrapped in a pink or blue blanket. The infants weren’t crying like normal babies would, these infants had a horrid tiny scream.There was no clipboard for this cell and I found my hand automatically reaching for a button on the wall to open the door to cell eight. The gaunt man reached my hand in time to stop me from pushing it.

“You don’t want to do that. Those infants are infected and even though they can’t bite you they have a wicked nasty cry that attracts other unwelcome visitors,” he stated with fear in his quiet tone.

“What is this place?” I asked with pure distaste in my mouth.

“Welcome to T.4.7. we are, were, a secret government organization that specializes in finding cures for diseases and viruses,” he explained pridefully.

“Why are these children here?” I demanded.

“They were test subjects brought here by the government. Don’t worry those children,” he said pointing to the cells, “were unwanted or wards of the state. No one missed them,” his quiet tone cruel and uncaring.

I felt sick to my stomach at the thought of those poor children being test subjects. It sounded like something from a horror movie and I felt rage building inside me. This cold hearted monster spoke heartlessly about the children.

Silas spoke, “Are you still running test on these kids?”

“Yes but only on the infants. The ones that walk are too fast now and I can’t chance being infected. I am very close to finding a cure to this terrible illness that has changed the human population into monsters,” he replied.

“Are you the only one here?” Mike questioned.

One of the beefy guys in our group nodded in my direction then to a camera in the corner of the room. I glanced in the direction he was looking and saw a red flashing light on the camera. I watched Gabe, Wes and Addy casually spread out around the room. Each taking a fighting stance, I sensed the tension in the room building with each passing second. The man ignored Mike’s question and continued on.

“You see, I need uninfected humans and who should show up but all of you.Your timing is perfect and your help will be greatly appreciated.”

His face twisted into a sick smirk and a door next to him opened, the room filled with a dozen or so armed men. They were dressed in full military gear and were holding assault rifles. Their faces were covered by full face masks and even their hands were hidden by black gloves. The men pointed guns at each of us. I glanced at Gabe and saw he was smiling, actually smiling. I felt terrified by our current situation yet he watched in amusement. I glanced to where Sally had been standing moments before and now she was gone. I remembered she could turn invisible. Then it hit me we were not helpless little humans anymore. These guys had no idea what they were really up against. Sally’s disappearance thankfully had gone unnoticed.

I took a step forward gathering my bearings. I had to be brave and I knew we could easily take these men.

“You are going to let us take what we need and leave,” I stated, angrily, with more confidence then I felt.

The armed men chuckled.

“Are you blind girl? We have you surrounded. The only place you are going is into a cell and don’t worry I will be as gentle as possible. See the girl in the first cell?” He walked up to the cell and stroked the glass door as if remembering a satisfying memory. “She was feisty. You remind me of her. She fought me all the time but in the end I broke her. Would you believe that little bastard thought I was going to free her. You give them a little hope and they will do anything you ask,” He laughed and then added, “but I’m not going to give you any false hope. I’m not going to sugar coat this for any of you. I need a cure and I need the cure now. That means I can’t be choosy anymore on whom I test on.”

“Have you been outside these walls since it all happened?” I asked. I wanted to keep him talking.

“My men have been exploring the city since it started. You are the first living survivors to come to us though,” he said.

“I am curious how your group managed to find this place and enter. Our power is still on and without clearance none of you should have been able to enter. So which one of you worked here?” He added glancing at each of us.

I was going to reply when he cut in.

“Someone is missing. I counted twelve when you all entered the lab,” he stated, searching the lab frantically.

“Sir,” One of the armed guards stepped forward, “The rooms are sealed. Perhaps you miss counted.”

“Perhaps,” he glanced around the room not convinced.

Gabe took a step forward and I knew immediately he was going to teleport and things were going to get messy. Addy also advanced and lightening fast grabbed a gun out of the hands of the closest guard. She then moved around the room in a matter of seconds and before the guards had a chance to react. Addy had disarmed every soldier and replaced the guns in each of our hands. I looked at the gun placed in my hands and quickly aimed it directly at the gaunt man. The soldiers and man stared in disbelief.

“What the hell just happened?” The man asked.

Clear puzzlement spread across his face.

“I believe we will be taking what we need and we will be leaving,” I stated firmly and couldn’t help but smiled.

The man tried to speak again but Mike hit him on the back of the head with the butt end of the rifle. The man collapsed to the floor with a loud thud. The soldiers surrendered quickly and the beefy guys from our group lined them up against a wall.

I walked up to one of the soldiers and ripped his mask off, much to my surprise it was a young women. No more than twenty years old. She was beautiful, her red hair fell and hugged her face. Her emerald eyes locked with mine. I felt a strong and instant connection with her.

“My name is Layla, what is your name and are there any other people here?”

“My name is Zola and yes there are others here but they have been injected with whatever the doctor gives them. They are not safe anymore and you do not want to free them,” Zola rushed her words and tried to explain everything quickly.

“Everyone take your masks off,” Mike ordered.

They all obeyed and took their masks off. The strange thing was they all had red hair and emerald eyes. They were all beautiful, even the men. I noticed they each had a numbered tattoo on their necks. Zola had the numbers 009. Another had 002 and another 005.

“What do the numbers on your necks mean?” Silas asked.

Sometimes I wondered if he could read my mind. It kind of freaked me out.

“I am not authorized to say?” Zola stated coolly

“All of you have a numbered tattoo on your necks,” I pointed out.

Before Zola could reply the door we entered through slid open and small figure darted in. It lunged at one of the beefy guys in our group. The small figure looked to be a child and it was extraordinarily fast. It screamed out before biting into the neck of the guy. It was a little boy no older than five, even though he was a screamer, he was adorable. He jumped off the beefy guy who was now convulsing on the floor and lunged at a guard. He repeated these steps two more times before I took Addy’s gift. Addy fell to the floor convulsing. I lifted the gun and aimed at the boy. The rifle let off a loud bang and everyone covered their ears a second too late. I watched the boy fall to the floor next to the guard he had bitten. I stood and stared at the little boy I just killed. I couldn’t help but wonder who the real monster was. The little boy or me? I released Addy’s gift and within moments she was up and moving. She walked right up to me and slapped me in the face.

“I was going to shoot him!” She yelled at me.

“Really, cause all I saw was you standing there watching him attack three people!” I yelled back.

“Don’t you ever take my gift from me again!” She commanded.

“I won’t if you do what you are suppose to and not stand there doing nothing,”

“Guys!” Silas yelled over us.

“We need to get out of here, now!”

We all stared in shock as the three men that had been bitten convulsed on the floor, their skin started to turn grey. Blood exited the eyes and nose first, followed by the ears and lastly the mouth. The beefy guy spat blood and screamed out. It was clear they were changing into screamers. We hadn’t known you could be infected if bitten. I shot the first one in the head. Silas shot the next and Gabe shot the third infected before they could fully turn.

The children in the cells became agitated and smashed against the glass. I had seen this before and knew it was time to leave. We invited the guards to come with us but they declined and chose to stay. I believed they were more frightened by us then by the screamers. With help from the guards we quickly gathered the supplies we came for and loaded everything into the trucks. Zola pulled me aside as we were finishing loading the trucks.

“You and your friends can’t come back here. This is our side of the city now and we don’t want any trouble. Will you agree to this request?”

“Yes, we will agree to this if you can promise the doctor doesn’t hurt anyone else?” I replied.

Zola put her hand out and I closed mine around hers. I felt an odd sense of coldness coarse up my arm. I quickly let go and stepped back. I stared into her eyes but didn’t say anything. She stared back at me and gave me the slightest smile. The sense that I knew her was strong. Silas touched my still tingling arm bringing me back to the present.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you; we are ready to leave,” he stated and glanced at Zola.

“Is everything alright?” Concern spreading across his face.

“Yes,” I replied.

We loaded into the trucks and headed back to the warehouse. We didn’t have much time before night was upon us. It was a gloomy ride back. Everyone was deep in their own thoughts. I kept looking back to make sure we were not being followed. We were going back with all the supplies we needed but we were also going back with two dead men. Gabe, Silas and Mike had wrapped the bodies in blankets and had placed them in the back of one of the trucks.

We were over half way back when terrifying screams echoed around us. It wasn’t night yet but dark clouds covered the sky in a thick blanket. It was too early for the screamers to come out or so we thought.

“Hurry up!” I yelled.

Movement in nearby buildings caught my eye, followed by screams that sent chills down my spine. I knew we were being stalked. We had to get to the safety of the warehouse but we weren't going to make it. I didn’t want to lose anyone else.The truck weaved around big potholes and debris. The roads were littered with trash and a strong wind had picked up. Screamers appeared in the doorways and windows now. I watched a couple step out onto the street as we passed. Their heads turning in our direction as we drove by. A splash of rain hit the windshield and then another. I had never been so thankful in my whole life as I was in that moment. Soon the windshield was covered in a thick stream of water. Addy turned on the wipers and washed raindrops away from the windshield. We made it back to the warehouse before complete darkness consumed the city. I felt the built up stress lessen as we unloaded all the supplies. That was until a woman came up to Mike looking for a man name Tim. I felt my stomach knot and then sink. I examined the truck bed with the wrapped bodies in it. I grimaced when I realized the women was looking for her husband. Mike tried to put his hand on the woman’s shoulder but she wasn’t having it. She slapped it away and started yelling out for Tim. Quinn stepped in and this seemed to help momentarily until the woman saw the bodies in the back of the truck. She let out a loud cry and ran to the dead men in the truck. I didn’t want to stand there and watch her grieve for her husband. I turned and walked away my mind and ears trying to block out her pain.

Day 90:

It has been three months since my world forever changed. I decided to go home for a few days and get away from the ever building tension in the warehouse. Doctor Nickels has been working day and night on finding a cure for the screamers. He kept telling us he was getting close but needed more supplies. He wanted us to get him another screamer, a male and he wanted it alive. This proved to be easier than we thought it would be. They waited until a male screamer approached the gate one evening. Sally used her gift of invisibility to sneak up on the screamer. Thankfully it didn’t see her but it sensed her. The screamer jerked in every direction. He could smell her and her scent made him ravenous. Sally injected the screamer with a concoction Dr. Nickels gave her. The screamer fell to the ground and Gabe moved in. He teleported to the fallen screamer and then teleported them into the lab. It was an incredible sight to witness. It all happened quickly, they restrained the screamer and Dr. Nickels started his work on the new arrival.

The tension had risen to new levels at the warehouse. The nongifted had moved to the lower levels of the warehouse. They stated it was due to the screams that filled the night air but I knew they wanted to be away from the gifted. The woman that lost her husband blamed us for not keeping him safe. She was hurt and angry and wanted someone to blame. Her name was Nancy and she did her best to make it known that we were evil and should be kicked out of the warehouse. What she didn’t take into consideration was we were doing our best to keep everyone safe. It didn’t matter though, she made up her mind about us and she wasn’t going to make things easy.

Addy had told everyone how I had stolen her gift. She was still upset with me and made sure everyone knew I was a thief. It was odd that she knew what I had done because Silas and Gabe wouldn’t have known if I hadn’t told them. My thievery obviously impacted each gifted differently. Silas and Gabe were the only ones talking to me.

I told Quinn I was leaving for awhile and he attempted to talk me out of it but in the end my mind was already set on leaving. Silas was consumed with supply runs and helping find a cure. He spent all his time with Dr. Nickels and Mabel. When I told him I was going home he merely nodded his head and said ok. I’m not sure what kind of reaction I was expecting but I had hoped he would have wanted to join me. Much to my surprise when Gabe found out I was leaving he asked to join me. No one seemed to care that we were leaving.

We teleported to my house. Gabe was surprisingly halfway decent to be around. He had really opened up and talked openly about his childhood and family. We laughed and I enjoyed his company. Gabe was different than Silas, when he spoke he was serious and passionate all at once. He was straight forward and didn’t sugar coat anything even if, at times it hurt my feelings.

Day 95:

Each morning Gabe and I found ourselves drawn to the field. We would go out for a run after the sun was up and each time we ended up standing in the field.

“Why do you think we keep ending up here?” I asked one morning.

“Because the trail leads to this field,” he said matter of factly with pure sarcasm in his tone. “Why do you overthink everything!” He added.

“I don’t overthink everything,” I spat back.

“Okay.” More sarcasm left his lips.

“I was thinking about checking out the farm down the road,” I said changing the subject.

I explained how the cows had been let out to pasture and how the screamers had eaten them. Someone must have let them out and I wanted to check and see if anyone was there. Gabe could teleport us in and out if things went south. He agreed and the next thing I knew we were standing on the front porch of a big white farmhouse. The front door was wide open and I felt nervous entering. Instead of walking in, I knocked on the open door and called out.

“Hello.”

There was no reply and part of me was relieved but part of me was worried. I wasn’t sure I wanted to find anymore people. Most of the people that were left didn’t like me very much. I waited a beat then stepped into the house. Gabe was by my side when I entered. At least he didn’t look worried. This eased my mind a tad bit. A shuffling sound came from above our heads. We looked up and stared at the tin ceiling. The movements came again. I really hoped it was an animal and not anything else. We found the stairs and made our way up to the second floor landing. The first two bedrooms were clear from unwanted company. The following two rooms were also clear and I found my breathing was settling into a safe pace. We came to the last room at the end of the hallway. I guessed it was a bathroom but the door was closed. Gabe slowly turned the door knob and I held my breath waiting for god only knew what. My imagination ran wild with fear. The door creaked open and my guess was correct. It was a huge bathroom with a clawfoot cast iron tub. The tub took up the majority of the bathroom. What was in the tub left my stomach doing an all too familiar flip I had grown accustomed to.

A girl in a torn white dress with red stripes lay in the tub. My eyes widened at the sight of her. I knew this girl! I knew the long brown curls and even though her eyes were closed, I knew they were brown. I stepped forward and reached out to touch her. She was alive and she was breathing. I gently shook her and tried to wake her but it was useless, she was in a deep sleep, possibly a coma. Her skin was pale but not grey. Thankfully she appeared to still be human. She was an exact replica of the screamer in the warehouse laboratory. They were even wearing the same dress. I didn’t think this was a coincidence.

“She looks like the screamer at the warehouse. She looks like you,” Gabe said.

“I don’t understand what is happening here,” I replied.

“What do you think we should do with her?” Gabe inquired.

He stared at her and looked as though his day had just gone from peaceful to stressful.

“I think you should teleport her to the lab and have Dr. Nickels figure out what to do with her,” I replied.

“You should come too and say hi to all your friends,” he snickered.

“I’m sure they would love to see me. The girl who steals their gifts. I am the ultimate threat to them. I’ll walk home and you can go, thank you very much,” Sarcasm now leaving my lips, “Will you tell Silas I said, hi. Not that he’ll care but I do miss him,” I looked away as I said the last words.

Gabe didn’t reply and I turned to see I was standing alone in the bathroom. I wondered if he had heard my request. I left the farmhouse and walked home. I sat outside for awhile and stared at the spot my mother had stood. I knew I shouldn’t dwell on things I couldn’t change but my mind won the battle in my head and the next thing I knew tears were making their way down my face. I didn’t want to cry and be weak but at that very moment I felt alone. I felt angry and I knew I was different and the world was messed up more than ever. I had to stop but I didn’t want to. I made my way to the exact spot where I shot and ended my mother. I let out the loudest scream I could find inside me. I didn’t know I could scream like that. The scream came from somewhere deep down inside me. First low then it bellowed in my chest, finally making its way up my throat and out of my mouth. I startled myself at first but then let it roar. I screamed and screamed, I cried and howled. I fell to my knees and my body shook. It was rage, hurt, sadness, happiness and every single emotion I had ever known shot through me. I pushed all the emotions out of my arms and held them in my hands. Energy shot out of me. I screamed again and found myself lifting off the ground. A few feet at first, then higher and higher until I was above my house. The emotions and energy pumped through me like a drug. I was moving away from my house. Shit, I was flying in the sky and had I no idea what was happening. I was moving away from my house and soon found I was no longer flying. I was falling and it wasn’t graceful at all. I was dropping like a plane crashing to the ground. I landed with a hard thud on the ground. Unbelievably I was laying in the damn field again. I laid there for a few seconds before I heard voices all around me. I darted upright and much to my surprise saw familiar faces gawking at me unpleasantly. I wiped away any evidence of unwanted lingering tears.

Gabe, Silas, Greg, Lucy, Sara, Wes, Addy, Sally, Olyvia, Nate, Hannah and Jacob all stood and gawked at me. I got to my feet and glanced around awkwardly. I wasn’t sure what had happened and I had no idea what to say. They all looked kind of annoyed and pissed off at me.

“Hi,” I said weakly.

“Hi?” Hannah mocked.

She looked really pissed.

“Layla! What the hell did you do?” Hannah bellowed.

I took a step back unsure what to say. I was a bit frightened by the pure angry vibes I was being hit with.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. I swear. I don’t know,” I rushed out.

Silas stepped closer to me.

“We all felt you calling out for help. You were in distress and each of us could feel it. You took all of our gifts and left us feeling your pain. It was awful Layla, you can’t do that ever again. Are you okay? What the hell happened to you?” He said with concern in his voice but under that concern was fear.

Silas feared me and when I glanced around I felt not anger but fear coming off from each and everyone of the gifted. I felt my emotions starting to stir around inside me again but I quickly contained the raw emotions and pushed them deep inside.

“Do you have any idea what you have done?” Addy said, walking right up to me. She was inches from my face. I knew she didn’t like me.

“No! I have no idea what I have done,” I yelled back. She was making me so angry and I don’t know why. “I’m sorry you had to have Gabe teleport you here. I know you all have better things to do then come and check on me. I’m fine and you can go back to the warehouse. I’ll try and figure out what I did and not do it again,” I hissed.

“Layla, I didn’t teleport anyone. You teleported all of us here,” Gabe said coolly.

“What? No. I wasn’t even thinking about any of you. I was…”

“You called out to us and here we are. I suggest instead of everyone being ass holes and pissed off at the situation maybe we should figure out what happened,” Gabe ordered.

“All I know is I had a moment and I became a bit emotional. I’m sorry,” I explained.

“It’s alright Layla, we are all learning and everyone should take a breath and reset,” Lucy remarked.

For the first time I was happy Lucy was here. Gabe and Lucy’s words seemed to ease the tension that circled around us.

“I believe you are very powerful Layla and have only peeled off a layer or two of what you are capable of. Until you fully understand your ability I believe we are all in for a roller coaster ride. You were able to connect with all twelve of us at once and even more bring us to you. The scary part of this is you don’t know how you did it,” Greg spoke calmly.

“I know this is really important but I’m worried if we don’t get back soon there may be real trouble at the warehouse. I had the screamers sleeping and without me there I’m worried what could be happening. There are two screamers restrained and Gabe brought the new girl back shortly before all this went down. If the screamers are awake the humans are probably keved over in pain. We should get back and help,” Hannah said.

“Why should we help the nongifted anymore? They hate us and want us to leave. They are probably jumping for joy with us gone,” Gabe said, with anger in his voice.

“Not all of them hate us,” Hannah snapped.

“Oh right, because your daddy is one of them so it’s all good for you Hannah,” Gabe barked.

“Send me back now,” Hannah roared.

Gabe looked at me for a long moment.

“I can’t send you all back at once. I can send three of you, maybe four but it will drain me. I’ll need time. The warehouse is far and there are too many of you. Some of you will have to spend the night in the bunker. I can take three tonight, three tomorrow and the rest will have to drive back tomorrow.”

Clear disappointment spread across the faces around me, even Silas looked upset by this news. The group decided Hannah, Greg, Addy and Silas would go back first. I was sad that Silas was in such a hurry to get back. I had wanted him to stay with me for the night but clearly he had moved past wanting to be around me. I guess I was toxic to everyone these days. I watched Gabe take Hannah’s hand and Hannah take Greg’s hand and then Addy and finally Silas. Silas barely smiled in my direction before he was gone.

I brought the remaining crew to my house and escorted them into the bunker. Lucy was fascinated and explored the place top to bottom. She quickly made herself at home and scavenged through old photo albums. The rest found their corners, chairs or beds and drifted into small chat or silence for the remainder of the day. I stayed in my room upstairs until the stars were the only thing to be seen outside.

“You don’t have to shut yourself away from the rest of us. Maybe they would connect with you if you would open up a little,” Jacob said. He walked into my room and sat by the window I was sitting by.

“Once everyone found out I could take their gifts they feared me. It’s best if I keep my distance. I don’t even know what I can do, not really,” I stated.

Jacob had brown hair cut into a military style that fit his head nicely. He had dull blue eyes and he always seemed a bit distant to me. We hadn’t spoken much at the warehouse. He had a nice smile and his face was beyond his years. I guessed he was eighteen maybe nineteen but it didn’t seem to matter anymore.

“You teleported all twelve of us to you and you didn’t need to hydrate. You weren't weak or tired. I haven’t seen you take a sip of water since I got here,” he said.

I hadn’t felt thirsty until he brought it to my attention. My throat suddenly felt dry. Great, I thought now I’m parched. I stood up and was about to go down into the bunker when a light caught my eye out the window. I glanced out and sure enough I saw a light coming from down the road. Jacob must have seen it too because he stood up and without thinking grabbed the flashlight off my windowsill and turned it on. As if that wasn’t bad enough he accidentally hit the power button on the remote to my stereo. Never had the sound of music filled me with such utter fear. I reached for the remote and shut it off but it was too late. The screams that were distant echoes in the night moments before now approached with unnatural speed. The closer they got the louder the screams.

All too late he realized he had made a grave mistake. I pulled him to his feet and we raced downstairs. The screams moved in around us from every direction. We were going to be attacked and it was going to be bad. We made it to the basement door when the sound of glass being smashed made me pull the basement door closed. I locked it and pulled Jacob into the basement. The screamers shook the upstairs of the house as we retreated into the bunker. I went to pull the bunker door closed when the basement door was smashed to pieces. The screamers sensed us and they were coming. Lucy pulled us into the bunked and slammed the door shut as the screamers entered the basement.

“What happened?” Lucy asked shaking with fear.

The screamers tore the basement apart searching for us. We could hear the commotion on the other side of the steal door.

“They must have sensed us,” I lied.

I didn't want to throw Jacob under the bus.

“Can they get through the door?” Olyvia asked.

I turned and saw everyone was standing and alarm was evident on their faces.

“No, the bunker was designed to withstand nukes so I’m sure it can handle the screamers,” I lied again, trying to sound confident, “We should be quiet and things should settle down soon.”

With that everyone tried to calm down and get some rest. Rest though was the last thing anyone got that night. The screamers were relentless and made sleep impossible for us. It felt as though the night would never end. Each second ticked by slowly, then pausing for a few seconds and then starting again. At some point I lost track of time and I drifted into deep and pointless thoughts.

Day 96:

The next morning I woke to the sound of a slow and steady pounding. I rolled out of bed and made my way to the bunker door, putting my ear to the door I could make out low growls. A cool hand touched my shoulder and I whirled around to face Lucy.

“God you scared me,” I said.

“Sorry, I’ve been listening to the pounding on the other side of the door since dawn,” Lucy replied.

“I think there are alot of screamers on the other side of the door,” Lucy added, “We are trapped and I’m worried that Gabe may not teleport into the bunker. If he enters the basement…”

Lucy didn’t finish her sentence because we both knew what would happen. I noticed we were not the only ones awake. Everyone was listening and worry was evident on their faces. I put my hand to the door and close my eyes. I pictured the basement and focused, I put myself there and I looked around. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I frowned at how many bodies were standing in basement. They were crammed together, pressing against all four walls. They slowly swayed back and forth as one. The screamers pressed to the wall hit their heads in unison. It appeared they were in some kind of state of sleep. I turned my head to glance up the stairs when a face appeared right in front of me. It opened its mouth, black rotting teeth lurched towards me. I fell back, my hand leaving the door. I opened my eyes and felt sweat forming on my head. My heart still racing, Lucy helped me to my feet.

“You are right. There are dozens out there. We are trapped,” I said sullenly.

“Maybe we are not trapped. I could make fire come out of my hands and set them on fire,” Jacob chimed in.

“We would still be trapped and burnt alive. That doesn’t sound appealing to me,” Sally joined in.

The hours passed quickly while we brain busted ideas on how to get the screamers out of the basement. Nate and Olyvia searched the bunker for another exit. Even though I explained there was only one exit. Sally and Sara played a game of monopoly while we threw ideas around. The group was on edge, when evening approached and the pounding turned into screams we couldn’t help but wonder where Gabe was. Worry soon turned to panic. Wes, Lucy and I spent the remainder of the day trying to keep Sara calm. She explained how she had panic attacks and a fear of being confined in small places before the sickness. She would start hyperventilating and lose control of her ability. Each time things would break or move. Books flew off the shelfs and glasses smashed into tiny shards. She kept apologizing but by the end of the day the bunker was in complete shambles. She Finally drained all her strength and energy and fell into a deep sleep. Lucy and I cleaned up the bunker with little talk. The screams from outside the bunker door made it evident the screamers hadn’t forgotten us. After we finished cleaning I went to my bed and climbed in. I wondered as I drifted off to sleep if there was a way I could teleport everyone back to the warehouse. I had after all brought them here. What if I lost control of my emotions again but this time reeled them in enough to teleport everyone. The tricky part was figuring out how I did it.

Day 100:

It has been days with no sign of Gabe. We had begun to fear the worst possible things. We didn’t know if they made it back to the warehouse. Why hadn’t Gabe come to get us and what if he had but ended up in the basement? The screamers had been relentless and followed the same damn pattern day and night. Sara was a wreck and getting worse with each passing day. The rest of us had been trying to get by the best we could. Olyvia and Nate kept busy playing board games and baking cookies. Which was humorous because none of us ate food anymore. Nate attempted to eat one of the chocolate chip cookies but found the cookie wouldn’t pass his throat. He coughed and ended up spitting it out. Disappointed he threw the plate of cookies against the wall.

“Why do you think we can’t eat food anymore?” He bellowed.

“Doesn’t a human body need nourishment to survive?” He continued, “I really want to eat a damn cookie!”

“I don’t think we are human anymore. What kind of humans have god damn super powers?” Olyvia said.

“Also what’s up with the water consumption? It doesn’t make any sense,” Lucy asked.

No one knew how to reply so we all sat feeling stupid and inspecting our hands like maybe they held the key to unlocking all the mysteries the world had thrown at us.

I stood up suddenly and decided I was not going to sit around another second waiting for rescue that may never come. I walked into the kitchen and pushed the table to the side of the room. I then moved each of the four chairs. The area wasn’t ideal to work in but it would suffice for what I had to do. The ruckus got the attention of everyone and they gathered with curiosity.

“I’m going to try and teleport us back to the warehouse. This means I may need to take your abilities from you. I apologize in advance, but I’m not asking for your permission. I’m going to try my best to fix the mess I’ve caused everyone,” I explained.

Everyone gathered into a tight circle and we held hands. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind but thoughts flooded in and memories of yoga classes with my friends came centerfold. Yoga was the cool thing to do. I only went to class because after yoga we always went to my favorite coffee house. There we would get high on caffeine and cake pops. We would laugh and giggle at the silliest things. My friends faces whirled in my head. We were sitting by the big window in the front of the coffee house. One of my friend’s boyfriend worked there and he would put out a handmade sign that said, “Reserved” just for us every Tuesday and Friday evening we made our way to the same spot. My emotions flared around inside me and I lassoed each emotion, putting it into its proper category to be filed away neatly. My hand prickled and electric waves ran through my arm and into my hands. I tried but failed to picture the warehouse. The coffee shop kept replacing my image. I inhaled deeply and on my exhale felt my body lift. I didn’t open my eyes for fear I would lose concentration. A snapping sound in my ears jerked my eyes open. I was standing in the coffee house and I wasn’t alone. I had managed to teleport everyone out of the bunker.

“Nicely done,” Lucy said winded.

She took a step forward but her knees gave out and she collapsed to the ground.

I quickly searched the room to make sure everyone had made it and they had. They were sitting or passed out on the floor. The teleportation must have drained them. Strangely I felt fine. I jumped into action. I went behind the counter and found a sink. Thankfully the water was still working. I filled pitchers with water and fed them to each one. The refrigerator was stocked with beverages including bottled water. I passed out water bottles until everyone regained composure.

“Where are we?” Sally asked confused.

“Layla teleported us to the coffee house she used to come to with her friends. I believe she came here after her yoga class,” Nate explained with a smile.

“How did you know that?” I stammered.

“You shared you memories with me when I was holding your hand. The blond in your memory, She was super hot,” Nate stated.

“She was my best friend, her name was Nicole,” I replied.

“Too bad she isn’t here,” he winked.

“The good news is we are out of the bunker. The bad news is we are still far from the city. We need to find a vehicle and get back to the warehouse soon,” I directed.

Jacob and Wes wasted no time exiting the coffee house to find a vehicle. The rest of us followed after them. The town looked to be in the same condition as the last time I was here. It was easy to find a car or truck. The tricky part was finding the keys. We had to divide up and enter into private homes. Sally found a key to a minivan sitting on the counter in a blue modern day ranch. She exited the house looking a little pale but I guessed she was nervous trespassing in a strangers house. I knew from experience it felt wrong going into a house that wasn’t yours and taking things that didn’t belong to you. My dad was a cop and he arrested people everyday for breaking the rules. I had committed multiple crimes at this point. I had even killed. Killed screamers and my own mother.

“Let’s get out of here,” Jacob yelled.

We all piled into the minivan and heading into the city. I knew we had to drive above the speed limit in order to make it to the warehouse before dark. Not that speed limits mattered anymore but with road conditions being rough, it made it tricky to maneuver on the road. Lucy drove the van at a decent speed. She did a good job avoiding objects and growth that had began to take over the pavement. We made it into the city with time to spare. We turned onto one of the roads that led home when we ran into trouble. Cars had been neatly lined in a row blocking our route. Lucy stopped the van and we idled while we processed the scene before us.

“Someone blocked the road,” Lucy stated.

The sound of a gun filled the quiet city. We ducked down and covered our heads not knowing where the sound had come from.

“Place your hands where we can see them and exit the van,” a voice commanded.

“I don’t think we should get out of the van,” Sara whined.

“I will get out and if anything goes wrong I want you to drive away,” I told Lucy.

I opened my door and slowly exited the van. I put my hands up to show I had no weapon. I watched two figures appear from behind the lined up vehicles.

“Layla?” A voice called out as she approached.

I watched Zola and another soldier I hadn’t recognized come into sight. Zola lowered her weapon and put her hand out to shake mine.

She wrapped her gloved hand around mine.

“What are you doing on this side of the city? We had an agreement,” Zola barked.

“I know but we had an incident and this is the only route to the warehouse. Why do you have it blocked like this?” I snapped back.

I watched Zola move side to side in small nervous movements. She was tense and had a scowl on her face she tried to cover up.

“When you left we had an agreement,” she said again, glancing around uncomfortably.

“We are trying to stick to our agreement by getting home,” I stated.

I followed the direction of her eyes and noticed there were others hidden in buildings, they had us surrounded.

“The doctor took control of everything and everyone. We get sent out everyday to find your warehouse. We have orders to bring all of you back to the doctor. He needs to continue his work. I tried to convince the others to kill the doctor but it was a losing battle. The doctor is very convincing and he is obsessed with finding you now. He believes you and your friends hold the key to a cure. The abilities you exhibited that day have made him obsessed.”

She stepped closer to me and whispered, “You have to get out of here. You are surrounded and I can’t help you. You need to pull whatever magic tricks you have out of your hat. I’m going to put you against the van then you are going to punch me in the face and you are going to get the hell out of this city. Go south and don’t come back here.

She ushered me to the van passenger door and pulled handcuffs out of her back pocket. She whispered, now in my ear. I turned and she staggered back. I punched her in the face and she fell with well played acting skills. She fell to the ground and I lifted her up. I pushed her into the van and jumped in, shots echoed in the air but I was too distracted to pay attention.

“Go!” I shouted.

I felt a sharp pain explode in my shoulder when I slammed the door shut. Lucy put the van in reverse and we drove backwards down the road. Everyone in the van ducked and covered their heads as bullets hit the van and flew around in all directions. The van spun around and we hurried down city streets looking for another way to the warehouse. We weren’t being followed because the sun was making its last descent of the day. We were smack in the middle of the city and once again in real trouble.

“You have to let me out,” Zola begged.

“You want to go back to the mad doctor?” I sneered.

“You don’t understand,” she muttered.

She lifted her hand away from her chest and blood spread, wetting her black coat, like spilled milk on a table.

“Oh God,” I said, “Olyvia help her.”

Olyvia slowly sat up but was in no condition to help Zola. Bright red blood ran down the front of Olyvia’s brown and grey striped coat. I reached for Olyvia and pulled her coat to the side. She too had been shot in the chest and was bleeding at an uncontrollable rate. I watched helplessly as she struggled to breath. When I thought things couldn’t get any worse, they did. Screams echoed out and the sun was almost completely gone. Shadows danced around, waiting to make an appearance. I glanced at the others in the van.

“I know a way to the warehouse. We will be there in minutes,” Lucy stated.

She drove faster down the beat up roads. We whipped around corners.

Olyvia choked on blood and whimpered out in pain. Sally pushed on Olyvias gushing wound. Nate helped me with Zola.

“Layla,” Zola said barely above a whisper, “you can’t bring me to the warehouse with you. You have to leave me.”

We rounded the corner and the warehouse came into view. We were close. We drove as fast as the van would go and made it to the gate. The gate slid open but we weren't alone. A trail of screamers followed behind us. Familiar faces appeared as we entered the parking lot. Guns fired off as the gate closed slowly. Screamers jumped at the gate. I watched Addy take out every screamer that approached. I had almost forgotten how fast she was with a gun. The gate finished the last click and locked securely into place. I slid the van door open and called for help. Lucy also exited the van. We rushed Olyvia and Zola into Dr. Nickels lab. The lab was packed with supplies and equipment. They had set up three more rooms and much to my surprise I found seven bodies occupying beds. Something had happened in the days we were gone. A sudden wave of nausea came over me followed by lightheadedness. A sharp pain came from my shoulder. I glanced down and found blood running down my arm. I moved my coat and saw a bloody wound in my shoulder. I felt woozy at the sight. My legs went numb and my eyes became too heavy to keep open.

Day 107:

One week slowly passed by after the encounter with the soldiers. Olyvia recovered at a remarkable rate. By the next day she was up and moving about. She attempted to heal me but her gift was in a weakened state. Zola was barely hanging on and had lost too much blood. Dr. Nickels spent endless hours working on keep her alive. She was in critical condition and had slipped into a coma. Dr. Nickel’s said the likelihood of her pulling through was slim to none. I had hope she would pull through. Zola was strong and a natural fighter.

When I woke I found Silas and Gabe at my bedside. It was nice to see Silas there but I was hurt and mad at him. I didn’t understand why we had drifted apart. I turned my head away from him without speaking and found Gabe staring at me. He gave me an awkward smile and patted my arm.

“Where the hell were you?” I demanded.

“Nice to see you too,” Gabe shot back, “I told you I had never teleported four people before. It drained me. I woke up the same day you got here. Why didn’t you wait at the bunker for me? I said I would come back.”

“It’s a long story,” I explained.

“Layla, how are you feeling?” Silas gulped.

“Why should you care?” I snapped.

I didn’t want to fight with Silas or Gabe but I was angry and my shoulder hurt. I was a teenager and I had been shot for christ sakes. How many teenagers got shot? I was mad at myself for leaving the doctor at the facility alive. I wanted to blame someone else for all my mistakes.

Silas flinched like I had struck him. My words were a weapon and I wanted to feel sorry but I couldn’t. Silas stood and walked out of the room.

I yelled after him, “Sure just walk away. You’ll do anything to get away from me won’t you! Better get back to Dr. Nickels and Mabel, don’t want to keep them waiting.”

I must have hit a nerve because Silas turned and marched back into the room.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He countered, “I’m actually doing something important. While you and your boyfriend take off to get some alone time at the bunker. The world isn’t what it used to be. If you could stop feeling sorry for yourself for more than five minutes, maybe you could put your ability to use. All you’ve done since I meant you is whine about how unfair everything is. To be honest with you, I’m sick and tired of all your whining. You are a spoiled little brat that has no idea what the world has become. So wake the hell up and while your at it, grow up. It’s not all about you Layla.”

With that Silas stormed out of the room leaving me speechless. I hadn’t realized tears had betrayed me and were running down my face until Gabe wiped at one.

“Go away,” I snapped.

Gabe jerked his hand back and stood. I knew I had hurt him too but he made his way to the exit. He paused at the door as if he was going to say something but then thought better of it and kept walking. I was so mad I wanted to scream. I wasn’t self consumed in pity. Was I? Time ticked by and I laid in bed replaying Silas’ words. Maybe he was right and I was acting like a spoiled brat. I did want things to be normal again. I knew I consumed myself in my own thoughts most of the time. Maybe that was why no one liked me. I was once again stuck in my own head when I heard a light knock on the door. Quinn peaked his head in, he was smiling. At least he wasn’t mad at me for kidnapping his girlfriend.

“I heard you had quite the adventure while you’ve been gone,” he smiled warmly.

I couldn’t help but smile back. He had a nice smile and I could see how Lucy found him appealing.

“I take it you are up to date on all the drama?” I asked.

“I wouldn’t call it drama, sounded more like one hell of an adventure to me,” Quinn replied.

I shuffled around in bed until I was in a sitting position. I pulled at a loose thread on the quilt that covered my legs and waist. I wound the yellow thread around my finger until the tip started to turn red and purple.

“I am glad you made it back to us. I wanted to ask you a question but first I wanted to thank you for getting everyone home safely,” Quinn stated.

“You know this isn’t home. This is just a place we are all stuck at,” I snapped.

“Yeah, you are right, this warehouse definitely isn’t home but I’ve worked here for the past eight years. I used to joke with my friends, I’m heading to my home away from home.” I never thought I would actually be living here,” he explained, “I know things have been hard for you since you arrived. You’ve been through alot of shit and you feel like an outcast. Even before all this shit happened every single person here was different. We all are outcast just pretending to fit in. I think the reason you are struggling so much is because you haven’t gotten a handle on your ability. With that said, I would like to help you learn what exactly your ability entitles.”

“You want to help me?” I asked surprised.

“Yes, I believe you have a powerful ability. You haven’t even reached past the surface of what you can do. You are allowing your emotions to control you and then your energy shoots off like malfunctioning fireworks, causing negative reactions from the twelve others. You all are connected but I think you are like an electrical transformer of sorts. The others can function without you but they are not at full power and I think they fuel your ability too. I don’t think water is the key for you, although it is still needed for your survival. Does this make sense to you?”

“I guess but how can you help me? I asked.

“I have a plan and with help from the others I believe together, we can help you,” he answered, with great enthusiasm in his voice.

I agreed and we talked about everything that had happened over the past couple weeks. He explained while I was gone seven people had fallen ill and they had to set up a room for the sick. Doctor Nickels wasn’t sure what the illness was but thought it was some form of the flu and needed to run its course. They didn’t want to take any chances though; that was why they set up the room across the hall from me. I leaned forward and glanced into the room across the hall. I saw people laying in beds, the beds were lined in two rows. Quinn always needed, was called away and I was left alone in the room. I decided to try and get up. I was sick of laying around. My body felt weak and I was drained. I made it to my feet and slowly made my way to the lab. The lab was quiet for the most part. Dr. Nickels and Mabel were out and the two screamers laid quietly. There was another bed added to the room. The girl Gabe and I found at the farm occupied that bed. With everything that had happened I had completely forgotten about her. I stepped closer to her bed and realized she was breathing but still in a deep sleep. She was wearing the same dress as the screamer in the bed near her. They looked almost identical. I looked back and forth between them. The only difference was one had grey skin and a horrible odor. I glanced at my reflection in a mirror hanging on the wall. I too was a match to these two girls in the beds. I swallowed hard and wondered what the hell was going on.

Zola laid motionless in a hospital bed. The bed was in a corner of the lab. I walked over to find she was in a deep sleep too, only her sleep was a coma. Her red hair flowed down to her shoulders and rested peacefully there. Her white skin with freckles appeared to be a yellowish color. Tubes and cords exited her body from all directions.

I rested my hand on top of hers and the room began to spin wildly. The room shrunk in around me and I felt my body leave her bedside. I entered into a different kind of laboratory. I fell to the floor with a hard grunt. I got to my feet and surveyed my new surroundings. The laboratory was familiar but different at the same time. Two men in white lab coats walked in through a sliding door. Speaking to each other in hushed whispers they walked towards me. I put my hands up and called out but they didn’t stop, they walked through me like I was a ghost. I couldn’t help but cry out as they continued on with their business. I gathered myself and followed behind them as they walked through another set of sliding doors on the other side of the room.

This room was filled with lots of children. These children were very young, maybe four years old. They all had red hair and emerald green eyes, they were covered in light freckles and they had matching pale white skin. Sitting on the floor, they were huddled together. They were all wearing plain white pants and shirts. This made them appear ghostly. I regarded each child, one girl in particular stood out. It was a much younger Zola and she was sitting by herself on the floor. A man in a lab coat roughly grabbed one of the children and dragged him to a chair. He restrained the little boys hands and ankles to the chair. I watched in horror as the man injected a needle into the boys arm. The boy cried out for help but his cries were on deaf ears. The other man slapped the little boy in the face. I reacted immediately moving forward and swinging a solid fist at the mans head. Only instead of making contact my punch went right through the man's head causing me to lose my balance. I very ungracefully fell forward and landed on the floor.

“Where am I?” I thought to myself.

The boy cried after being struck two more times in his face. I was filled with rage but all I could was watch. The shorter man pulled out what looked to be a tattoo needle and started piercing the back of the little boy’s neck. I watched Zola stand up and make a run for the exit. She made it through the first door but was captured by another man at the next door. The man was tall and he carried her back to the other children. He dropped her like a piece of trash to the floor. Two more men entered the room. One of the men pushed another red headed child to the floor with the children. I knew this man, he was a much younger version of the mad doctor. The man next to him had a small little girl with him and she was holding onto the man’s leg.

“I want to leave Daddy, this is a bad place,” the little voice cried.

“It’s ok sweetheart, daddy has some business he needs to take care of and then we will go,” the man reassured.

My whole body went cold. I stepped closer to the man. I knew this man too. He had a full beard and he was dressed in uniform. The same uniform I saw him wear everyday to work. My stomach sank further and further until I was pretty sure it was completely gone. I stood frozen unable to move for what felt like eternity. My eyes dropped to the little girl hiding behind her father. It was me. I had been in this horrible place before and I hadn’t remembered. I watched the child me glance from behind my father's leg to the children on the floor. A single tear slid down my face and I quickly wiped it away with my little hand.

I followed her eyes to the boy in the chair. He had fallen silent and seemed to be in a sedated state. They removed him from the chair and grabbed another child. This time a little girl. The girl didn’t cry or fight them, she sat and zoned out completely. The little girl in the chair was staring at the child me. She smiled at the child me and I smiled back. I saw I was holding my hand out and a small little spark ignited in my hand and then faded out.

Dr. Mills spoke with my father.

“You’ve brought all the children I requested and for that I will keep to my word.”

He walked to a cabinet and pulled out a briefcase. He then handed it to my father. I watched my father open it, inside the suitcase was money. There was an insane amount of money in the suitcase.

“Where is the medicine?” My father asked.

Dr. Mills went to a refrigerator looking thing and pulled out another briefcase only this one was smaller. He placed it on the counter and opened it. There were three syringes lined in the case with a blueish green liquid stirring and moving around inside.

“Is this going to be enough?” My father asked, examining the contents.

“Yes, I will inject her immediately and then you will inject another in one week and the last injection in one month,” Dr. Mills explained calmly, “It is vital you follow my directions or there could be side effects. This will be her second and final set of injections.”

“I want you to know I am done bringing children to you. I have done everything you requested and I don’t ever want to hear from you again. Is that understood,” my father belted.

Dr. Mills smiled his crooked grin and agreed with my father. I glanced over to the children and thought this can’t be real, my father wasn’t a monster. He was no better than Dr. Mills. Why would he have done this? Zola was staring at the child me and then I swear she looked directly at me and said, “remember.” The room started to spin and I felt my body drifting back to the bedside. My hand slipped away from her hand. I was standing next to the now grown and comatose Zola. I thought Zola must have somehow showed me a memory. A haunting memory that my mind had somehow blocked. Was Zola gifted like me or did we have a strange connection? All these thoughts swirled around in my head. I hadn’t noticed Silas had entered the room and was standing across the bed from me. He reached for the IV bag attached to a pole and changed it. He worked quietly and I was surprised he knew how to change the saline bag and unclasp the lines.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you,” I said.

“Yeah, okay,” was his only reply.

He finished working and exited the room as quietly as he entered.

Day 108:

Quinn promised today would be a great day! I would learn how to control my gift and learn what my ability entitled. I made my way outside to the parking lot and was surprised to find all twelve of the gifted waiting. I approached with caution not sure how happy everyone would be to see me.

“Hi Layla, how are you feeling?” Lucy asked with genuine concern in her voice.

“I’m feeling much better, thanks for asking,” I returned.

“Alright everyone, listen up. Thank you for coming out this morning to help Layla,” Quinn started.

“Like we really have a choice in the matter. If we don’t help her she will probably end up teleporting us to our deaths,” Addy hissed.

I heard a few chuckle at her comment.

“I’m not forcing any of you to help or be here if you don’t want to. I want you all to understand something. The world isn’t a playground anymore, it’s a battlefield and if you want to survive then I suggest you put your petty differences aside and start working together. It’s us against the screamers. We have found out in recent days, there are other people out there too. We need to work together, here at the warehouse,” Quinn explained.

Silas stepped up and stood next to Quinn, “We all know Layla is powerful and has in one way or another surpassed all of our abilities. I know some of you fear her and are even angry with her for taking your abilities and messing with your emotions. She isn’t doing this to hurt you. Each of us woke up from the sickness with abilities we have had to learn. Layla never complained when she helped us get a handle on our gifts, so let’s just cool it and see what we can do to help.”

I was surprised to hear Silas defend me after the way we fought yesterday. I quietly thanked him.

He acknowledged me with a smile and wrapped his hand around mine. His hand was warm and soft and it made little butterflies dance around in my stomach.

“I would like to know how each of you have learned to control your abilities? Is it the same for all of you? If not this could explain why Layla can’t seem to get a solid grip on her gift,” Quinn said.

“I feel an electric energy in my body. It starts in my head and then moves and pulses around in me,” Sara explained.

“Same for me,” others added.

“And me,” Wes added.

The group all agreed that it was an electric energy they felt and learned to control. They had to control their emotions in order to use their gift. I knew this already and felt frustrated but didn’t want to seem ungrateful so I smiled and listened.

“I want you to gather your energy and focus on where it is directing you and then move it around and own it,” Quinn told me.

Everyone stepped back and gave me space. I closed my eyes and gathered my energy. I felt it zap around and move wildly inside me. My mind shot the energy out, I grabbed Addy and Silas’ gifts. I felt a hot panic inside me the same one that always came over me. It felt good to hold onto their gifts but I quickly remembered they weren't mine, so painfully I let them go. I hated the empty feeling it left each time I gave it back. I opened my eyes and saw Addy and Silas staring at me. They knew what I had done but they also knew I hadn’t meant to upset them.

“Why do you always take my gift?” Addy accused.

“I’m sorry,” I stumbled.

“Addy, Layla is learning and we are here to help, remember?” Quinn stated sharply.

“Yeah, well it feels like she is ripping a piece of my soul out of me everytime she does that to me,” Addy said with a southern accent Layla hadn’t heard before.

“That is good to know,” Quinn remarked.

“I can feel the energy inside me but when I let it expand it grabs for each of your gifts. It becomes a need and the next thing I know I’m holding onto them and it is difficult for me to give them back. I have figured out how to take your abilities when you are sleeping without hurting you,” I explained.

“When you take all of our abilities like the day in the field can you use them?” Olyvia asked.

“I’m not sure,” I replied.

“I’ve been contemplating since your arrival to the warehouse, if your gift is to take their gifts; what would be the purpose of that? It doesn’t make sense. I believe once you are able to center your gift you will be able to figure it out. Keep practicing and try not to grab anyone else's ability,” Quinn stated.

I practiced over and over again grabbing Lucy, Wes and Sally’s gifts and quickly releasing them. I knew they felt it each time and I struggled to control my emotions. It didn’t seem fair that everyone else knew their ability and had control over it. My body was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Time ticked by and I failed over and over. I knew my ability was to take their gifts but Quinn was convinced my emotions were getting in the way of my true gift. I was growing more and more unstable and decided to take a break. The group was being patient with me and this I was thankful for. I knew I was slowly draining the group. I could see it on their faces. I sat down in a plastic white chair and consumed a gallon of water. Silas and Gabe stood near me speaking to each other but they spoke quietly and I couldn't hear their conversation. The back door to the warehouse flew open and Mike came running out yelling for Quinn and me. I shot up and ran towards him.

“The red head is awake and needs to see you,” Mike exclaimed, he was winded from running.

Years of smoking cigarettes left him coughing and hacking uncontrollably. Hannah appeared from nowhere and handed him an inhaler. Mike grimaced first at his daughter and then at the inhaler, finally giving in and taking three puffs from the inhaler.

Quinn and I hurried into the warehouse and quickly made our way to Zola’s bedside. Zola didn’t look well, in fact her skin had turned a sickly grey color. Her eyes and cheek bones were sunken deep into her head and her lips were dry and cracked. The green speckles in her eyes were now laced with tiny red veins. Her body appeared to have absorbed in on itself, leaving skin drooping over brittle bones.

“My God!” I quaked, “What is happening to her?” I asked no one in particular.

“I am dying,” Zola choked out, as if there need not be an explanation for the obvious.

Even in her deathly state she managed to smile at me. The muscles in her face forming a weak smile.

“We need to get Olyvia!” I ordered.

Quinn doesn’t move and I feel anger start to boil like water in a pot left unattended on the stove.

“Olyvia has tried to heal her, numerous times in fact and it has not been successful,” Dr. Nickels remarked, standing next to me with his damn clipboard. Always taking notes and documenting everything. I didn’t know that it even mattered anymore but I kept that thought to myself for the time being.

“Layla, you have to get me back to my people, please,” she begged.

“Why would you want to go back to them?” I asked.

“Because I will die if I don’t,” she stated.

“I don’t understand,” I quaked.

“I am connected to my people like you are connected to your people. They will come for me and they will kill everyone. They are trained killers,” she explained.

“We can keep you safe,” I said.

“Safe? I was safe with my people. I told you to leave me and you didn’t listen,” her tone was harsh.

“We had an agreement and you broke it,” she added.

“I thought I was helping you. I thought you wanted to get away from them, from Dr. Mills,” I cried.

“I was helping you and your friends. I can’t escape the Dr. Mills because I will never leave my people. Please, Let me go before they come,” she begged.

“Ok, you are free to go because unlike crazy Dr. Mills we don’t hold anyone against their will,” I hissed.

I dropped her bed rail and assisted Dr. Nickels in disconnecting the wires and IV from her. She couldn’t sit up without assistance and I didn’t think she would make it back to her group let alone out of this room. Mabel and Quinn guided her into a wheelchair. The wheelchair came from the local hospital.

Greg joked, “Never know when one of these baby’s may come in handy.”

I guess he had been right. I thought we were wasting our time collecting so many supplies but now I was thankful. I guess Dr. Nickels knew what he was doing after all. Zola cried out in pain when I wheeled her out of the warehouse and guided her to the gate. I was shocked to see two army trucks at the entrance. People from the warehouse were scattered around the parking lot and were armed with weapons. I did a quick search for the twelve and found them at the gate.

“Layla,” Zola quaked, “I can’t help you anymore. You have to remember everything I told you. Will you do that?”

I stopped the wheelchair and knelt next to her, “I saw something when I touched your hand, when you were sick. I need to know was it real or did you do something to me?”

Zola regarded me for a long moment before responding.

“It was a vision from the past and it was real. It is my gift to see the past. You must have somehow connected with me. What did you see?”

“I saw you and your people when you were children. You were being injected with something and given the tattoo on your neck. There was a police officer there and a little girl,” I stopped not sure I wanted to tell her it was me. My father was the monster that stole all of her people and brought them to that hell.

Zola’s eyes widened with recognition but she remained silent. I watched her eyes focus at nothing in particular as the memories of her childhood raced around until she found the one she was searching for. Her head shook when the memory came front and center. She closed her eyes tightly and I could see the memory was painful for her.

“Bring me to my people,” She whispered, not opening her eyes. She rubbed her forehead like the memory was causing her pain.

“I’m sorry,” I said, thinking of all the things I wanted to apologize for. The part where my father took her or the part where I left her there and never told anyone what I had seen. I guess I couldn’t tell anyone because I hadn’t remembered but I still felt guilty.

We made it to the gate and my stomach turned inside out when I watched Dr. Mills approach. I wanted nothing more then to kill him. I regretted not killing him when I had the chance and here he was standing on the other side of the gate, grinning at me. His crazed smile ever present. Mike stood by my side and Quinn on the other. I hadn’t noticed them until Quinn spoke.

“Hello, my name is Quinn and you must be Dr. Mills. I have heard much about you.”

The doctor chuckled and said, “All good things I hope?”

I went to take a step forward but Mike gently held my arm.

“Hello Zola, you are looking… unwell,” Dr. Mills sneered.

A tall soldier stepped forward with a briefcase and the doctor opened it. Gun’s raised in every direction.

“Fall back soldiers. No need to raise weapons.”

Dr. Mills pulled out a syringe filled with the greenish liquid I had seen before.

“If you will send Zola onto this side of the gate we will be glad to leave,” Dr. Mill requested.

“Sure thing,” Quinn said cheerfully then spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. His tone and demeanor changed to something I hadn’t seen or heard before. It was a direct and commanding tone. “I want to make sure everyone understands that we do not keep anyone against their will. If I remember correctly we still live in the United States of America. The land of the free and that means we will travel anywhere in this city, state or country as we see fit. Your group will not capture any of our people. We have enough trouble with the screamers. We don’t need to fight amongst ourselves. If we find out you are taking people against their will, you will leave us no choice but to intervene. Do you understand Dr. Mills?

“Are you threatening me and my people?” The doctor sneered.

“Let’s hope not,” Quinn dictated.

Dr. Mills narrowed his eyes and stared at Quinn and then glanced around taking in all the weapons aimed in his direction. He turned and glanced at his men, then turned and faced Quinn once more.

“I will agree not to take any humans from your group but what I do is frankly none of your concern,” the doctor stated.

Zola’s head fell forward and she started to fall out of the chair, I caught her and held her up.

“Zola!” I cried.

“I need to inject her now or she is going to die,” Dr. Mills stepped forward. His face against the fence.

“Open the gate,” Quinn yelled.

The gate squealed open and the doctor stepped forward and quickly took action with the syringe. He injected the needle into the side of Zola’s neck, right above her tattoo. Her body started to convulse at an alarming rate but as suddenly as it started it stopped. I watched in shock, her skin changed to a healthy white color and her body came back to life before me. She opened her eyes and stood up.

“Sir. Thank you. Sir,” Zola reported to Dr. Mills.

Her dire condition was gone and she was in tip top shape.

“What was in that syringe?” I asked.

“I’m afraid I cannot say,” the doctor smirked and walked back to his group.

“Wait,” I called.

Everyone turned in my direction. I didn’t want anyone to hear me so I walked up to Dr. Mills. Weapons raised in my direction by the soldiers.

“Do you know a man named Officer James Knight?” I asked quietly.

I knew by asking this mad man I would be revealing more than I should but I had to ask. He didn’t reply right away but when he did I knew recognition had clicked into place.

“Officer Knight? Yes, I know him, in fact he is back at my facility.”

I felt my heart quicken and excitement fill a missing piece I thought was lost forever.

“I want to see him,” I demanded.

“I’m afraid that isn’t possible. Your leader made it clear we cannot take his people,” Dr. Mills answered.

“We are not held here and I will come with you, freely. I need to speak with officer Knight,” I walked past the doctor and to the passenger side door of the army truck. I climbed into the truck and slammed the door.

“Layla,” Silas and Quinn called in unison.

I poked my head out the window and said, “I’m leaving. I’ll be back soon.”

Dr. Mills sneered at Quinn before entering the truck behind the one I was in. I decided it would be better if I didn’t look back as we drove away from the warehouse. I knew I was once again leaving my group behind for my own selfish reasons. I didn’t want to dwell on it so I glanced out my window. The city was becoming difficult to recognize. The screamers wreaked havoc on the buildings and destroyed everything in their path. The ride felt quick in the army truck and no one spoke. We pulled into the parking lot and exited the building. I followed the doctor and Zola into the laboratory. The room had been washed clean from the destruction and death it once held. Zola guided me to a door away from the lab.

“Are you sure you want to see officer Knight?” She asked. The concern in her tone should have been alarming to me but I needed to know why he hadn’t come back to me.

“I’m sure,” I replied dryly.

We walked down a long cold hallway. It was dimly lit and my eyes took a minute to adjust to the change. We entered through another door and were in a huge room lined with hospital beds. I swallowed hard and searched each occupied bed while we walked down the row. The room was filled with over twenty beds and in each bed was a sleeping person. A couple teens but mostly adults in their mid 30’s and 40’s. Zola stopped at a bed halfway down the row and peered at the a man. The man’s face was covered by a thick gruffy beard. It took me a long moment to recognize that the man was in fact my father. I wanted to call out to him and hug him but the expression on Zola’s face kept me from doing so. I followed her eyes to a camera in the corner of the room.

Keeping my composure I asked, “How long has he been here?”

“Since the beginning,” she replied.

“Don’t give the doctor leverage,” she whispered and then walked away.

“What is wrong with him?” I asked, running to catch up.

“He was put into a coma along with everyone else in this room. This was done one day before the world got sick,” she explained.

“Why doesn’t the doctor wake them up?” I questioned.

Zola stopped walking and checked the room before speaking.

“If the doctor wakes them up they will turn into screamers.They are test subjects now. I know you don’t like the doctor but he is working on finding a cure and every person in this room knew what was going to happen.They were all given a choice to be here and in exchange for their help they were given something.”

I gasped in surprise. Dr. Mills walked into the room and approached.

“I brought you here as you requested and I would like to know how you know Officer Knight?” Dr. Mills ordered.

“He was an old friend,” I lied.

Disappointment spread across the doctors face. He fidgeted with some papers he held tightly in hand. I watched him roll the papers and then sigh.

“I had hoped you were his daughter. I can’t seem to remember her name for the life of me. Do you know his daughter?” He hissed.

“No,” I spurted.

“Too bad. I would have liked to run some test on her. She maybe the key to everything,” he sounded disappointed.

“What do you mean the key to everything?” I inquired.

“Officer Knight and I had struck a deal. His daughter was ill and going to die. He was desperate and willing to do anything. At the time I was running a risky drug trial. I couldn’t get the approval I needed. I did what I had to and ran the trial on children. I believe we had discussed this already.”

I nodded in agreement.

“The trial was 100% successful on every child tested. What I hadn’t realized at the time was there would be unforeseen side effects,” he explained.

He rubbed his head and dazed off.

“What kind of side effects are you talking about?” I asked.

“The children came down with severe flu symptoms and I thought we would lose all of them but after a week or so they were better. All of the children are my soldiers now. All except Knight’s daughter that is. He gave her the injections but she had a different reaction. He told me she died but after some investigating I discovered she was alive and quite well,” His face turned into a sinister expression.

I backed away from him slowly only to bump into Zola. Her hands wrapped around my arms. I didn’t fight her.

“Layla, I know who you are. I knew the moment I first saw you. The funny thing is you don’t seem to remember anything,” Dr. Mills stated and smiled.

“My father never injected me with anything. I was never sick,” I blurted out.

I knew I was saying too much but it didn’t matter.

“Silly girl,” he laughed, “you are right, you never were sick and you are not the daughter I seek.”

“I don’t understand,” I muttered.

“Your sister was sick. You are a triplet. I have been searching for your sister for years.”

“No,” I whined, “I am an only child. I have no sisters. You are mistaken.”

“Your father and I go back many years, before you and your sisters were born. Your parents tried everything to conceive a child. They were unsuccessful until they came to me that is. With my help your mother gave birth to three baby girls. You and one of your sisters were healthy. The other was frail and ill. It was agreed upon that your parents could choose two of three babies. They chose you and the sick baby. I tried to convince them to leave the sick one but your mother insisted on saving her.”

“What happened to the other baby?” I asked feeling the walls closing in around me.

“I raised her here at the facility as my own daughter. She was safe here with me. That is, until you showed up and she saw you. She ran away. I believe she went to find you.”

“How did she know who I was if she thought you were her father?” I asked.

“Your face is her face. She found files I had hidden away. She told me she kept having dreams and seeing you in them. I laughed it off at first but with everything that had occured I believe she was telling the truth,” he explained.

For the first time I saw something in his expression that showed he actually cared for my sister. A sister I never knew existed. Two sisters to be precise. One dead the other missing. Pieces started to click into place

in my mind. The girl Gabe and I found in the tub and the screamer in the field. I was drawn to them and I didn’t know why. They were in my dreams as well. They had spoken to me and had tried to warn me and help me. I felt it clearly now, they were my missing sisters.

“All three of us look the same?” I questioned.

“Yes, very much so, identical,” he said.

“Julia always wore dresses,” Zola added.

“I know where she is,” I stated.

“You do? Where?” He asked.

“At the warehouse. She is unwell. We also have my other sister. She is a screamer and Dr. Nickels has been doing testing on her,” I explained.

“What did you say?” The doctor’s eyes widened and his face paled.

“They are at the warehouse,” I repeated, confused.

“No. Dr. Nickels? Are you certain?” He gulped.

“Yes he is at the warehouse and working on a cure,” I replied.

“Zola get every soldier together now. We have to get to the warehouse,” he commanded.

Zola rushed out of the room while I stood baffled.

“What is going on?” I asked.

“Layla, I know you don’t like me very much but I need you to listen to me very carefully. Dr. Nickels is a very dangerous man. We have to stop him before it’s too late.”

“Too late for what?” I asked, “The world is full of screamers, I don’t think it can get much worse.”

“He created the virus that caused the humans to turn into screamers. He is a sick and twisted man. He believes the human population is faulty and needs to be cleansed. He made a mistake and instead of killing everyone he altered them to the screamers. He is going to alter everyone again and if he succeeds this time, he will wipe out the human population. No humans will remain,” he groaned.

Zola reentered the room where we stood talking.

“Sir, the sun is setting and it is not safe to venture out at this time,” Zola stated.

The doctor sighed and ran his hands over his face.

“Very well at dawn's light we will depart. I only hope we aren’t too late,” he said walking out of the room.

I walked to my fathers bed and scowled at his sleeping figure.

“I hate you,” I whispered.

A red hot anger ran through me. A tear fell down my face and I tried to wipe it away before Zola saw my weakness.

“He was always nice to us,” she said making her way to the foot of the bed, “He came here all the time to check on his daughter and on us. He is the one that brought us here.”

“I’m sorry,” I sobbed.

“Don’t be sorry. He saved our lives. We came from broken homes or were abused or in foster care. Your father took care in finding us. I know you think Dr. Mills is bad but he has taken good care of us. He has done bad things but only because he had to. He shaped us into the soldiers we are today.”

“He has brainwashed you and you can’t see it,” I stated.

“No,” Zola yelled.

“Why is my father here and in this bed?” I asked, needing to change the subject.

“Like I said, he chose to be here. The doctor and your father worked together. When the doctor found out what was going to happen he told your father but it was too late. Your father wanted to get to your mother and to you but he had to be put under right away. Until the doctor finds a cure your father has to stay asleep. It is all that is keeping him alive right now.”

“If he woke up he would die?” I trembled.

“Yes and no, he would become a screamer but as long as we are here to care for him, he will be safe,” she explained, hope in her voice.

“I have to get back and warn the others of Dr. Nickels plans. He told Silas he has a trial cure ready to go. They are going to inject my sister,” I announced.

“Why would he inject Julia? She isn’t a screamer. He wants population control and that means he will first focus on killing the screamers,” Zola said confused.

“Not Julia, my other sister,” I explained.

“Nickie?” Zola asked.

“She is a screamer and Dr. Nickels has both of them,” I replied.

“It doesn’t make sense. The injections she was given didn’t work. As far as I know your sister Nickie, spent her childhood in the hospital. Your father told Dr. Mills she had died but that was a lie. She was alive but hidden away somewhere. We searched for your sister but were unsuccessful in finding her. Dr. Mills believes her blood holds important information,” Zola said sounding confused.

I blurted, “Both of my sisters are wearing white dresses and they look just like me. We have a weird connection and I had visions or dreams. Why can’t I remember the sister that was sick? If my parents raised her why wouldn’t I remember her and why would they have kept her from me?”

“I sorry but I don’t know. I have some work I need to do. Feel free to stay with him if you like,” Zola said backing away from me.

I watched her leave and I knew she wasn’t telling me everything. She knew more than what she was telling me. I wanted to chase after her but knew it would be pointless. I had to get back to my group. I thought out my options carefully. I could try and teleport but I worried I would lose control and end up hurting someone. Then I thought about taking a truck. If I hurried I could make it back before the sun was gone but the road conditions would make it tough. I had no other option, I decided to teleport. I felt anxious but knew I could do it if I concentrated and focused my energy. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I focused my energy on the warehouse and on my sisters. I thought I had control until my mind started to drift from my sisters to my father and then my mother and then Silas. My thoughts finally stopped on Dr. Nickels. I shook and felt my body leave the floor. I opened my eyes and found I was standing in the makeshift lab in the warehouse. My sisters were still in the hospital beds. The screamer sister was completely still and I wondered if I was too late. I started to walk up to her when I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head. The room spun and then everything went dark.

Day 109:

My head hurt terribly and my body trembled as I regained composure. I squeezed my eyes closed and then opened a few times before the room came to life. Dr. Nickels was speaking with a frantic Silas.

“She is a traitor Silas. She can’t be trusted. She tried to kill me,” Dr. Nickels explained dryly.

“It doesn’t make sense. She wouldn’t hurt anyone here or betray us,” Silas replied.

I tried to open my mouth but discovered it was covered with tape. I yelled out but it was muffled.

Silas heard me and ran over to me. He pulled the tape off my mouth which hurt like a son of a bitch.

“Dr. Nickels is the bad guy,” I yelled.

Silas and I turned in time to see Dr. Nickels standing rod straight and Mabel by his side.

“I guess you spoke with Dr. Mills?” Dr. Nickels sneered. Each word laced with venom.

“You made the humans into screamers,” I accused.

Dr. Nickels merely nodded his head.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I had a vision of the future and what the future humans would look like. I wasn’t going to wipe out everyone. I was going to start a new race,” he explained, “I was successful in creating the hybrid gene but it was only successful on a small percentage of the population. Unfortunately things have gotten out of hand but I am going to fix everything. I created a cure and have injected the female screamer.”

“No,” I yelled.

“Yes, she is in the process of healing. Wes and Addy have kindly volunteered to release the female and male screamers so they can spread the cure.”

The two screamers lay still on the beds, I thought they were dead. Wes and Addy lifted the male and put him in a wheelchair. They did the same thing with my sister.

“Addy. Wes. Stop. She is my sister,” I begged.

They both stopped and stared in surprise.

“She is lying. She doesn’t have any sisters,” Dr. Nickels stated.

Addy and Wes hesitated but pushed the screamers out of the room.

I yelled after them to no avail.

“Silas let me go. I’m not the bad one here. I haven’t betrayed anyone. It’s Dr. Nickels.”

Quinn entered the room and approached us.

“What in the hell is going on in here?”

“Quinn, Dr. Nickels is bad. Please untie me.”

Quinn looked puzzled but started to untie me.

“You don’t want to let her go,” Dr. Nickels stated.

“We don’t treat people this way,” Quinn said.

Dr. Nickels stepped forward and pointed a gun at Quinn’s chest. Mabel also held a gun in her hands.

“What the hell are you doing?” Quinn barked.

“I need Wes and Addy to release the screamers and then I will lower my gun,” Dr. Nickels explained.

“Why?” Quinn asked.

“I have injected the male and female screamers and the sun is setting. Other screamers will be out anytime now and they will attack and consume the male and female. I will have fixed the small error I made. Why don’t we all go out front and watch. It will be an excellent show,” Dr. Nickels smiled.

We made our way to the front parking lot in time to see Wes and Addy close the gate with the two screamers outside. I tried to warn them but it was too late. Screams filled the night air and the screamers came from every direction. I held my breath and watched the screamers close in on my sister and the male screamer. The two lay on the ground unmoving. I desperately prayed to a god I didn’t even believe in to save her. I begged and pleaded. I needed her to jump up and run away but it would not be. The screamers pounced and attacked the still bodies with extreme force. It was gruesome but quick. They pulled my sister apart like she was string cheese. They greedily ate her. She didn’t scream, cry or even whimper. The screamers stood up after consuming the male but moments later fell and started to convulse. One at first and then more joined in the convulsing dance. More screamers came in and attacked the convulsing screamers. This process continued for hour upon hour. Each screamer consuming screamer. We stood and watched the massacre go on until a voice broke through the screams.

“My god, they are killing each other,” Quinn said.

“I thought you had a cure?” Silas quivered.

“A cure? Why would I want to cure humans when I have you? Dr. Nickels smirked, “I have created a new breed of super humans. You and the others will take over the world and fix the mess the humans made,” Dr. Nickels continued, “The screamers are spreading the death virus as we speak. It will be airborne by morning and the world will be completely wiped clean.”

“There are humans here that are not gifted and there are more out there. You haven’t wiped the earth clean,” I snapped out.

“That’s ok. Due time Layla. Due time. Mabel our work here is complete. We are no longer part of the future. I would like to thank you for your years of service,” Dr. Nickels announced.

Everything happened quickly after that. Dr. Nickels turned the gun on himself and pulled the trigger. The gun made a loud bang sound and I watched in horror as Dr. Nickel’s fell to the ground. Blood exited from a hole in his head. Screamers went wild and pounced at the fence. The night screams intensified at the scent of blood. Another gun sounded and I saw Mabel also fall to the pavement. More screams filled the night air but these were screams from the warehouse. The gate slid open and I watched in horror as screamers ran towards us. Silas shot out his light and it momentarily sent dozens of screamers falling back. We darted into the warehouse. I glanced over my shoulder to see who had opened the gate and was shocked to see Hannah's dad standing there in the guard station. Tears fell down his face, two male screamers broke through the glass windows and attacked him. His raspy screams filled my ears as we made it into the warehouse in time to close and lock the doors. I knew we wouldn’t be able to keep them out for long. People were already in action and heading into the fallout shelter. I glanced around the warehouse and found all twelve of the gifted were there.

“What is happening?” Hannah asked.

“We don’t have time to explain,” I said.

“We need to get into the shelter,” Silas ordered.

We ran down the hallways. Screamers banged and smashed against the outside walls of the warehouse. The fallout shelter door was locked. We knocked and banged on the door.

“Let us in!” Lucy yelled.

Quinn ran down the stairs behind us. We need to get out of here now. The screamers are in the building. He covered his bleeding ears. Lucy placed a gentle hand on his face. Screams echoed throughout the hallways and closed in around us. We banged on the door and called out but no one opened the it.

“We have to teleport,” I yelled.

“Gabe I can teleport us but I will need your help.”

Gabe took my hand and the group all locked hands. I knew we had less than a minute before the screamers closed in. I felt heated electrical pulls from the group. Something felt different; I saw Julia standing at the top of the stairs. She glanced over her shoulder and then proceeded to dash down the stairs towards us. Silas raised his hand to stop her but I warned him it was ok.

She stopped in front of me.

“Take me with you, please,” she begged.

“Ok,” I replied and took her hand.

A strong power surged through me and I knew without a doubt this was my sister. The connection was instantaneous. She focused her eyes on mine and a powerful surge of energy shot deep inside my chest. I felt myself falling back into darkness. I watched my sister disappear, my hands reached out to grab hold of her but she was gone. Darkness ever so sweetly moved in and enclosed me in a cool embrace. My eyes closed and everything went still.

I felt warm hands push and shake my upper arm slightly, I stretched my neck and head, then opened my eyes. I was meant with big sparkling eyes and a huge white toothed smile. I inhaled stale air and observed my surroundings. I was laying on a cold white tiled floor. My hand traced the cool straight lines in the tile pattern.

“Are you alright?” A concerned voice asked.

“Yeah, I’m good,” I replied getting to my feet.

I was standing once again in the laboratory at the facility. I faced Zola and many familiar faces. I did a quick count to make sure everyone teleported with us. Our group was together including Quinn and my sister, Julia. She was eying me closely and I felt a calm come over me. Silas and Gabe also stood close by.

“Is everyone good?” I asked.

“Yes,” Greg said.

He had his arms wrapped around Hannah in a warm and comforting embrace. She cried quietly into his chest. I guess she knew that her father had betrayed all of us. I was certain her pain ran deep, knowing that he had ultimately betrayed his own daughter. I knew the pain she felt. The secrets and lies that unfolded in my life and the secrets my parents kept from me.

“Where are we?” Quinn asked a bit shakily.

“We are at the T.4.7. facility,” Julia responded.

“Julia!” Dr. Mills trembled.

“You are alive. I thought you were…

His words tapered off as Julia hugged him. I felt I ping of jealousy watching her embrace the man I thought to be a monster. I didn’t understand how she could care for a man that admitted to hurting endless numbers of children. He was as guilty as Dr. Nickels in my opinion. I stood in silence while the group conversed in thunderous chatter. No one understood what had happened and why it happened. I explained along side Dr. Mills and Zola what we knew. I watched faces fall when realization sank in. The screamers were not going to be cured and the rest of the human population was doomed.

“Why wouldn’t they open the fallout shelter door for us?” Sara cried.

“Maybe they couldn’t hear us,” Wes said.

I knew they could hear us begging for help but it was their chance to get rid of the freaks. They took their chance and kept us out. I didn’t want to say this aloud but I was screaming it in my head. I was angry. Angry at my father and mother. Angry at Dr. Nickels for releasing death and complete chaos upon the world. I was angry at the people in the warehouse bunker for locking us out and I was angry at Dr. Mills for hurting so many innocent children. It didn’t seem fair. I had a sudden urge to scream but I gathered my wits.

“Dr. Nickels injected my sister before releasing her. The screamers ate her,” I explained.

“If what you have told me is true and Dr. Nickels did release a new virus there still maybe time to stop it from spreading to the humans,” Dr. Mills explained and then continued, “I have studied different strains of viruses and diseases my whole career. I have one cure that is ready to be tested. It is a nasty little cocktail of multiple viruses that have been mutated and genetically altered. Zola please escort our guest’s into the living quarters. I have to get the cure ready to administer and cannot be distracted.”

“How do you plan on administering the cure?” I questioned.

“Layla, it’s best if you let the doctor work. Remember he is trying to help,” Zola said kindly.

“Help?” I stated coldly.

“Layla,” Quinn said placing a hand on my shoulder.

I closed my mouth and bit my tongue. I knew I wanted to fight someone. My anger was going to boil over sooner than later and I wanted to make someone feel the pain I was feeling.

Zola escorted the group out of the lab and into the living quarters. I lingered behind and disappeared from the group, making my way back to the lab. I found the Dr. Mills mixing vials filled will colored liquids. He extracted the liquid into a syringe and then repeated the action until he had filled four syringes and caped them. He then placed three of the syringes into a briefcase and the fourth he held loosely in his hand. He walked over to the glass door where the babies screamed in the cell. He punched in a code and the door slid open after making an awful screeching sound. I stepped into the lab and walked over to the cell where the doctor was placing latex gloves on his hands. He covered his face with a white mask and lastly placed clear plastic protective glasses over his eyes.

“What are you going to do?” I questioned.

The doctor started at my voice and looked up at me. He was clearly surprised to see me standing there.

“I don’t believe I need to explain myself to you,” he said.

“Maybe not but I still want to know what the hell you plan on doing?” I demanded.

The doctor sighed in resignation.

“You remind me so much of your mother,” he breathed.

His words surprised me and I stood speechless.

“Your parents and I knew each other quite well. They were desperate like so many others for something they could not have. Your mother was determined to get what she wanted. She wanted to know everything too. Every injection I gave her and every note I made,” Dr. Mills added.

He removed the cap from the syringe and leaned over the glass bassinet and injected the screaming infant with the liquid. The baby continued to howl for some time before it stopped. I stepped up to the bassinet and gawked at the still baby.

“Is it dead?” I asked

“Define dead?” He replied dryly.

“Is it still a screamer?” I questioned.

“We shall soon find out,” he retorted.

The infants screams echoed loudly in the small cell. It was strange that the screams from the infants didn’t hurt and cause pain like the way the adults did. The injected baby stirred and slowly opened its little eyes. It made little jerking movements then went still. Zola, Julia, Silas and Gabe entered the cell and waited quietly. Silas glanced around uncomfortably at the bassinets. He brushed my hand gently. Our fingers lingered for a moment before they came together.

A quiet whimper brought our attention back to the still baby in the bassinet. The baby stirred and let out a human cry. It was a beautiful sound. Its skin pinkened and sunken cheeks filled to chubby pinchable cheeks. The baby’s eyes opened and they were a beautiful dark blue. Dr. Mills smiled brightly and gently picked up the infant. The baby cried out but the cries were a delightful sound.

“Zola get the team together, we need to release the infant before sunrise,” Dr. Mills ordered.

“Release the infant?” Gabe questioned.

“The infant must be released so the virus can spread,” Julia explained.

Dr. Mill’s carried the infant into the laboratory and held the infant tightly. He frantically worked one handed at his computer. He made quick entries tapping the keyboard with one finger. The baby whimpered and cried. We followed Julia into the lab. I was confused and didn’t understand what was happening.

“How are you going to release the baby? It can’t walk or take care of itself. I don’t understand,” I quaked, a sick feeling entering my stomach. I didn’t want to know but I knew I had to ask.

Zola exited the lab and returned quickly with a group of soldiers.

“You don’t mean you’re going to leave the baby out there?” I pointed towards the door with the word, “Exit” above it.

“Yes Layla, we need to feed the infant to the screamers. It is the only way we can pass the virus and save the humans,” Dr. Mills stated.

“Over my dead body are you killing that baby,” I yelled stepping towards Dr. Mills.

Julia stepped in front of Dr. Mills.

“Move,” I shouted.

“I can’t do that Layla,” Julia said, sadness edged her voice.

“I know we haven’t had a chance to get to know each other but I need you to trust me. This baby is a test subject and holds the cure,” she explained.

“Why not round up some screamers and inject them? Why send an innocent baby to slaughter?” I fumed.

“The virus will only be able to active fully if they feed from live meat. The cure is not only the medicine in the syringe. It is in the infant itself. The cells and live tissue in the baby is how it spreads,” Julia explained.

“Did you seriously refer an innocent baby as, “live meat?” I swallowed. “When do you plan on murdering the baby?” I asked.

“It is a,“Test Subject” nothing more, nothing less. As soon as Dr. Mills finishes logging his findings,” Julia stated, “We will put the baby outside of the gate.”

I couldn’t let this happen. I had to save this baby. Didn’t I? Was one sacrificed life really that important? If it meant saving millions or billions of humans? It was unfair. Anyway I looked at it. I inspected the now calm baby in Dr. Mills arms. It was so little and innocent. Could it sense its demise approaching? I looked at Silas and Gabe. Really looked at them. They stood frozen in a state of shock. I knew they were contemplating their options as well. Their faces drained of all color. I wondered if I had the same expression on my face.

“Escort Layla and her friends out of the lab,” Dr. Mills ordered.

Four soldiers approached. One of the soldiers gripped my arm tightly.

“Wait,” I said, “I want to watch what you are going to do.”

“I’m afraid that is not a good idea,” Dr. Mills replied.

The soldiers pushed Silas, Gabe and me out of the lab. Gabe shoved back, they directed us down the hallway. We were pushed into the living quarters where we found our group waiting. The group was pacing around the large makeshift living room.

“Where were you guys?” Quinn asked.

“You don’t want to know,” Gabe said, sitting on one of the sofas. He put his head in his hands.

“Dr. Mills cured an infected infant,” I explained.

“What?” The group closed in a tight circle around me. I wanted to step back but stayed planted to the spot.

“It’s not a good thing… Not really,” Silas added.

He stood next to me and I felt better knowing he was here.

Quinn asked, “If they have a cure then there is hope for the screamers and the humans.”

“They have to…” I couldn’t finish my sentence. I didn’t want the others to know the horror that these walls held and the sacrifices that had been made and were being made.

“We can’t stay here,” I said instead.

“Why not?” Hannah asked, her eyes puffy from the tears she had cried.

“We just can’t,” Gabe roared.

“Stop asking so many damn questions. This place is bad news and we are leaving when the sun comes up. Everyone should get some rest,” Gabe ordered.

With that everyone parted and found a quiet corner. Some paired into small groups and some sat alone.

Gabe made his way to Silas, Quinn, Lucy and me. We spoke quietly by the door. I turned the knob to exit into the hallway but the door was locked. I raddled the knob but stopped when Quinn whispered to me.

“They locked us in here. Let’s not upset the others,” he nodded his head. We made our way to a quiet and unoccupied corned.

“What is happening out there?” Quinn asked.

“They have to feed the baby to the screamers in order to release and spread the new virus. The virus being the cure that is,” I explained quietly.

“My god!” Lucy sobbed, her hands automatically covering her mouth.

Quinn pulled her into him and the simple gesture seemed to ease the worry on Lucy’s face.

“Why can’t they inject…”

Gabe cut Quinn off, “We already asked the same thing. You really don’t want to know the answer to that.”

Quinn swallowed hard.

“What can we do?” Quinn asked puzzled.

“We leave in the morning. If they won’t let us leave, we will teleport.”

Quinn stared at the floor.

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

“Quinn can’t teleport with us again,” Lucy stated.

She lifted his shirt and to my horror there were blackish blue bruises along his chest and stomach.

“He isn’t like us and whatever happened during the teleportation process, it damaged his body… severely,” Lucy cried.

It was only then I realized his skin was a sickly green and a thin line of sweat traced his forehead. His eyes dull and his breaths were short quick pants. I saw it wasn’t Quinn supporting Lucy but Lucy was supporting Quinn. She helped to keep him in an upright position. How had I not noticed when I entered the room?

“It will be ok. We will get help for you,” I cried out.

Quinn smiled his cheerful smile and nodded his head.

I stood and paced the room. I felt myself shaking, the walls closing in around me. Nothing was fair and everything was out of my control. I had to breath and center myself. Silas sensing my unease approached.

“We will get out of here,” he said placing a hand on my arm.

“Should we save that baby?” I whispered.

“I don’t know. I don’t think we can. Not without the help from the group. What if that baby saves humanity? One life lost to save endless lives,” he swallowed.

“Then why does it feel wrong? I can’t sit here and do nothing. It maybe one life but it is alive and shouldn’t be ended that way,” I stated, my mind made up.

“Sara,” I called.

“I need you to break down this door,” I ordered.

She didn’t ask why. She simply smiled, swished her hand towards the door, it flew open. Ripping off the hinges and landing in the hallway with a loud thud. The group gathered and I explained what was going to happen. Stunned expressions filled the room. I quickly summed up what had already unfolded and what I was planning. The air grew thick with apprehension but no one argued. Lucy stayed behind with Quinn. The rest of us made our way to the lab. The laboratory was empty. We did a quick search but I knew Dr. Mills and his group were outside. We exited the building through the main entrance and in the distance could make out a group of bodies at the gate. We hurriedly approached the group but upon arrival I saw we were too late. The baby was whaling just outside the gate. They had placed it on the cold damp ground. The familiar sound of screams echoed in the night. I ran to the gate placing my hands through the holes. The soldiers raised their weapons in my direction.

“Open the gate!” I bellowed.

“I’m sorry Layla we can’t do that. You should have stayed inside,” Julia said sadly.

“What kind of monsters are you?” I yelled but my words were lost by the screams that closed in.

I glanced to where Gabe stood and shook my head. I knew he was going to teleport to the baby, but it was too late. We were too late.

“My god!” Hannah screamed.

I couldn’t look. I closed my eyes and covered my ears like a child. Even covering my ears couldn’t keep away the tortured cries from the baby’s plea. It was over quick but not quick enough. The baby was gone and all that remained were a few drops of blood. I slowly opened my eyes and saw tears were falling from both groups. Even the doctor’s eyes were glassed over. I wondered if I was the only one that hadn’t watched the horror unfold.

The screamers that had attacked the baby were laying on the ground jerking and moaning. They no longer screamed wildly and I thought maybe just maybe Dr. Mills had been right.

“What’s happening?” Sara cried.

“The screamers are changing,” Dr. Mills stated.

Timed lights came on around the facility and the screamers at the gate slowly came to an eerie still. We all held our breath, waiting. Time ticked by and I wasn’t sure how long it had been before one of the still screamers stirred and pushed their way to their feet. It was a female and amazingly she looked almost human again. Her eyes were the only indicator that she was different. They had a thin red line straight down the center. Shortly after she rose the other screamers awoke.

“Hello,” Dr. Mills said, approaching the gate with caution.

The female screamer turned her head slightly and her eyes narrowed in on Dr. Mills. She stepped up to the gate inches away from him.

“Hello,” she replied.

Except her voice was all wrong. It was scratchy and deep. The voice didn’t fit the petite figure.

“I. Am. Hungry,” she choked and paused after each word.

She grabbed for the gate and shook it madly. The other screamers approached and followed suit.

“Calm down. We will get food for you and your friends,” Dr. Mills said. Panic underlined his tone.

“Men, run and get some food for these fine people,” He ordered.

The screamers at the fence continued to shake wildly ignoring Dr. Mills.

“I see my food,” one of the screamers shouted. Laughing maniacally. He was staring at Silas.

I stepped forward and stood by Dr. Mills side.

“I don’t think they are cured. They are eyeing us like we are food,” I said.

“You. Are. Food,” the female stated, chopping her jaw and lips. She poked her tongue out and ran it along the fence.

“I can taste your fear, dear doctor,” she sneered.

Screams echoed once again and screamers darted down the road toward the gate. They attacked the screamers that were trying to get to us. They were all teeth and furry but the screamers were not successful in killing the new screamers. The new screamers bit into the old ones and they battled each other. It was a brutal and gruesome sight. The new screamers tore the screamers apart. More screamers came out of the woods. Too many for the new screamers to fight.

“We need to get inside,” Dr. Mills ordered.

We ran into the facility locking the horror out. Everyone crammed into the laboratory. Soldiers removed the masks that covered their faces; revealing red headed males and females.

Dr. Mills sat at his computer. Typing away.

“What the hell just happened?” I asked.

“It appears the cure still needs some tinkering,” Dr. Mills stated not looking up from his screen.

“Are you serious? You sacrificed a baby tonight and for what? More people are dead and gone,” I shouted.

I glance around the room and notice the soldiers heads were lowered towards the floor, shoulders slouched, they appeared to be defeated. Even my group stalked around, brains on overload.

“It is all part of the process. You are too young to understand,” Dr. Mills explained.

“Maybe there is no way to cure the damage that has been done,” I stated.

He looked up from the screen and stared at me for a long moment.

“I cannot believe that,” he said.

“How many lives are you willing to sacrifice to try and find a cure?” I asked and then continued, “The way I look at it is there are not a lot of people left. You are going to run out of people sooner than later,” I added.

“I need everyone to leave. I have work to do. Zola. Julia. Please escort our guest out,” Dr. Mills yelled.

“Come on Layla, let the doctor work,” Julia said guiding my group away.

I looked over my shoulder when I exited the lab and saw Dr. Mills look away from his computer. His hands moved over his head and rested over his face. He yelled out in frustration.The doors closed behind me. I realized the man though mad did have emotions and his apparent failure had taken a toll on him as well. He was after all only human.

Day 115:

Six days have gone by since we came to the facility. We had planned on leaving the next morning after the horrible incident with the baby but Quinn took a turn for the worse. Later the same day Dr. Mills fell ill. Apparently the cure he thought he had concocked turned out to be another virus for the remaining humans. Both men were deathly ill and fighting for their lives. Julia and Silas worked endlessly on continuing Dr. Mills work.The soldiers were much like us. They had some special abilities but they were minimal. The virus’ didn’t seem to affect them or us. We were at a standstill.

I watched Julia stare into a microscope and I couldn’t help but wonder how in the world I could not have known I had not one but two sisters. She looked so much like me. The only difference was she had a nerdy edge to her. She was quiet and spoke softly but with a firmness I admired in the short time I had known her. I walked to where she was working.

“Are you making any progress?” I asked.

Julia sighed and glanced up at me.

“I would be making progress if everyone would leave me be and let me work.”

I turned and exited the lab quickly not saying anything. She was obviously under a lot of pressure. I tried not to take her outburst to heart but in my head it was hard not to. I wanted to help Silas and Julia find a cure but I didn’t know how I could help. I sulked and made my way to Quinn’s bedside. Lucy was sobbing next to him. Holding his grey hand tightly.

“Hi,” I whispered.

“Hi,” Lucy sobbed.

“Can I get you anything?” I asked, resting my hand on her shoulder.

“Can you make him better? That’s all I want. I’ve lost so much, Quinn is all I have left. I can’t lose him too,” she cried.

“Julia and Silas are working as we speak to fix this,” I replied.

“Do you really think they are going to be able to find a cure when the doctors couldn’t?”

I Sighed heavily. I didn’t want to lie to her. I wondered if there would ever be a way to fix the damage that had already been done.

“We can only hope at this point,” I said weakly.

Gabe entered the room and gestured for me to come with him. I smiled at Lucy and made my way to Gabe.

“Hey, I need you to come with me,” Gabe ordered.

“Where?” I countered.

“Come on!” He replied, taking my hand and dragging me behind him.

We moved quickly into the laboratory. He released my hand. We entered cell eight. Julia and Silas were standing over a glass bassinet and the sight brought back unpleasant memories. They both glanced up at the sight of gabe and me. The look of defeat traced every inch of Julia’s face. Her eyes glistened with tears and she quickly wiped away any that started to fall.

“It’s over. It’s really over,” Julia whimpered.

I stepped up to the bassinet and stared at the still figure before me. The infant once alive and then infected, now lay still. It was dead. The infant appeared to be sleeping but at closer inspection it was clear its little chest wasn’t moving.

“Silas and I checked all of them. They are all dead. The virus has mutated and is airborne. The screamers will be completely wiped out within days maybe weeks. Dr. Nickels succeeded and we have failed.”

She couldn’t hold back the tears. They fell like wild rain and I could feel her pain.

“There must be something we can do,” I quaked.

“There is no way for us to alter the mutation at this point. We are playing with fire and the results could destroy all living things,” Silas explained, “if our calculations are correct, the new gene of virus will be spread around the world within weeks. Every screamer will die.”

“If they can’t be turned back into humans then death doesn’t seem like a bad alternative,” I stated.

“The problem really isn’t that we can’t heal the screamers. It’s that we can’t save the humans that are still here. It means that every last human is doomed,” Silas responded.

He hung his head in defeat. I didn’t want to believe that the end had come for humans.

“What about my dad and the others in comas?” I quaked.

Silas wouldn’t meet my eyes. I felt defeat sweep over me too. It was the coldest kind of defeat I had ever known. I couldn’t stand there a second longer. I darted from the horrid lab of death and didn’t stop running until I was at the gate. I screamed and screamed. I fell to my knees because my legs couldn’t hold up all the burden and weight of the world any longer.

“It’s not fair! We’re just kids!” I yelled out, shaking the fence.

“When has life ever been fair,” Silas said making his way to my side.

He knelt down next to me and pulled me into him. I rested my head on his chest.

“I hate that I can’t push a button and fix this mess. There has been too many lives loss,” I cried.

“It does suck. It all sucks but maybe we can help the humans enjoy the time they have left. I know it may only be days but let's make the best of it for them,” Silas said smiling.

“For them,” I repeated.

Day 116:

Today the soldiers, including Zola, Julia, Gabe, Silas and me loaded into three big trucks and made our way to the warehouse. We had made a plan to go back to the warehouse and bring the remaining humans back to the facility. We were going to have a celebration with food for them. Our group didn’t eat but it wasn’t about us. It was about making amends with the the humans. Even though they left us for dead it didn’t matter anymore because we now knew the horrifying truth of what was to come. Perhaps we were being a bit selfish but we wanted to be with the humans. After all not so long ago we were human. Last night it was decided which of us would go and whom would stay.

We also decided to try and wake one of the coma patients. Julia was successful in waking the young women but it was only for minutes. The women woke and seemed to know death was upon her. She called out for her son, Wes. Unbelievably the women was Wes’ mother. He held her hand and she smiled at him before convulsing. The transformation occurred in minutes. She changed into a screamer but then froze before attacking anyone. Death completed her moments after her transformation was complete. It was awful to witness. Hannah found her mother, sleeping and Addy found her father. Each of the thirteen had a parent in one of the beds. It was hard to believe and process but in the end we were thankful, it was a way for each of us to get to say goodbye. Not all of us wanted to wake our loved one. I couldn’t bare facing my father but more then that I couldn’t let him die the way Wes’ mother had. Silas sat by his mother’s side and wept for her. We felt each others pain and sorrow. Somehow through all the sadness that surrounded us we came together and this made the thirteen of us closer and connected in a way we hadn’t known before.

The ride to the warehouse was sullen. Everyone was somber and deep in thought. We all knew the end was approaching for the humans. Even Gabe sat quietly and restrained from using his snarky words. The city was now in complete shambles. It was incredible to see the damage the screamers made. They had torn through buildings like rabid animals. Cars were upside down, debri was scattered around everywhere. The wind picked up a faded newspaper. The paper landed against the windshield. The page showed multiple pictures of men, women and children at war. The headline stated, “War is everywhere around us but we can’t see past our phone,” I swallowed hard.

“Watch out!” A voice yelled bringing me out of my thoughts.

The soldier driving the truck swerved to miss a man standing in the road. The truck smashed into a turned over mail truck. The impact sent everyone in the truck flying forward. Gabe grabbed Silas and my hand. We teleported out of the crashing truck and stood on the sidewalk. We watched the trucks collide.

“That was incredible,” Silas gasped.

The other two trucks came to a halted stop, barely missing the collision themselves.

“I should have tried to teleport the soldiers too but I didn’t,” Gabe explained sounding disappointed.

We ran over to the crashed truck. Silas and Gabe worked on getting the driver out.

“Stop,” Zola ordered, “You are wasting your time. He is dead.”

“How do you know? We can try and save him,” Gabe yelled and continued to pull at the stuck driver.

Zola pushed Gabe out of the way and pulled out her gun. She fired a bullet into the drivers head. We all jumped back. Zola turned and stared coldly into Gabe’s eyes.

“I can feel right here,” she said pointing to her heart, “When one of my men dies.”

“Zola,” I called but she hurried over to the man standing in the road. She held her gun to his head. The man shook with fear.

“I’m sorry,” the man stuttered, “I heard your trucks coming and didn’t want to miss you. I haven’t seen anyone in days.”

“Zola,” I yelled running up to her.

“Hey, come on. It was an accident,” I stated.

Zola held the gun to his head for a breath before lowering it. The man sighed out.

“Where did you come from?” I asked.

“The warehouse down the road. It was overrun with screamers. I hid the night of the attack,” the man explained.

“Tom?” Gabe questioned.

We all turned to face the man named Tom. He looked at Gabe and then at us with a puzzled expression.

“Tom, it’s me Gabe, from the warehouse.”

“Do I know you?” The man inspected Gabe and then the rest of us.

Zola pulled me aside out of earshot from Tom.

“He is sick. It has already begun. We should head back,” she observed.

“We can’t leave him,” I stated.

“Yes we can and we should. If the others are sick too it will be bad,” Zola explained, “We don’t know the extent of the mutated virus. All we know is the humans are going to die.

I shook my head, “We are going to help them,” I finalized.

Zola stormed to the truck and spoke quietly to Julia. After some debating amongst the group it was decided we would move forward with our plan. We crammed into the two trucks and continued on our way. The warehouse came into sight and a mixture of emotions ran through me. We drove through the broken gate and parked at the entrance. The building was damaged and matched city. The screamers were beast and destroyed everything in sight. We walked into the warehouse and found the makeshift beds in shredded despair. Tables and chairs scattered and broken. I followed Silas, he lead the way to the bunker. Although the sun shone outside and the temperature was hot and humid the inside was damp and cold. Dread suddenly filled me when we stood at the bunker door.

Silas banged on the door and called out, “Hello?”

There was movement on the other side of the door.

“Get behind us,” Zola commanded.

Gabe, Silas and I were pulled to the back of the group. I stood next to Julia. She had a thin line of beaded sweat on her forehead.

“Are you okay?” I whispered.

Before she could reply we were shushed by a soldier in front of us. The lock to the bunker slid forward and the door slowly slid open.

“We are here to help,” Zola stated.

The door opened inch by inch until it was fully open. My view was blocked by the soldiers.

“Get back!” I heard Zola yell and then chaos broke out. A loud bang sounded in my ears, followed by screams. Bodies exploded from the bunker. Gabe pulled me back. Silas and Julia followed. We ran fast, our feet moving at incredible speed. Gabe looked back and I did too, although I wish I hadn’t. The humans attacked the soldiers. There were too many and the soldiers were outnumbered. Even with the guns firing at their targets it was pointless. My eyes watered and guilt once again ate at me.

“No!” I screamed as I was dragged down hallway after hallway.

“Screw this,” Gabe yelled.

He grabbed my hand and Silas’. Silas held Julias hand. Tom made his way towards us. He cried out, a mixture of screamer and human gone mad. Blood dripped from his eyes, nose, mouth and ears.

“Come here!” Tom hissed.

We faded out of the warehouse and landed with a hard thud out front of the facility. I couldn’t lift my head. My whole body was shaking. I curled into a ball and cried. I should have listened to Zola. She warned me and I didn’t listen and now she was dead. All the soldiers gone and it was my fault. When would death rest?

Day 120:

The cafeteria that had been set up for the party sat empty. The facility was eerily quiet and still. Dr. Mills died early this morning. It was a quiet and quick death. His death was bittersweet for me. I did, however, feel sad for Julia, even though he wasn’t her real father; he had loved her and raised her as his own. Shortly after Dr. Mills passed Quinn joined him in death. The loss of Quinn was a terrible pain each of us felt but Lucy struggled the most. She wouldn’t leave his side and her grief and pain was unbearable. She screamed out for Quinn but he was gone. He was the kindest and gentlest man I had ever known. He brought light to the darkness this world had become. He didn’t deserve to die. The sadness and loss of lives was taking a toll on everyone.

I found Julia in the laboratory. It was strange knowing she was my sister and having a connection with her made the situation even odder. She was clearly upset when I entered. She threw a microscope across the room and pounded her fists on a work table. She grabbed her fathers computer screen and chucked it to the floor. I noticed small drops of blood fall from her nose.

“You are sick?” I choked.

Startled, she regarded me, “I am dying like the others.”

“Dr. Mills injected you when you were a child. You should be immune,” I trembled.

“Dr. Mills injected me with a different strain of the virus. The thirteen of you were injected with strain T2218. The injections took place before Dr. Nickel’s released the virus that turned the population into screamers. The virus that caused the screamers was called T4172. There was 0.01% of the population that was immune to the virus. The 0.01% immune systems of the non infected were weakened by the first virus. When Dr. Nickels released the infected screamers with the second virus, we didn’t stand a chance. Dr. Mills then tried to counter the second virus with N4142. He knew at this point he was grasping at air but he had to try. Unfortunately it was too late. It is airborne and we don’t know what the long-term effects will be . I’ve been working with Silas and teaching him everything I can but I fear it won’t be enough. I’ve shown him where all the files are stored,” she drifted off.

“Is there any possible way to fix this? Is there any hope?” I begged.

I watched Julia search frantically around the lab before she focused on me.

“No, there is no hope for the humans. You know we never even got to know each other. All these years and I had two sisters,” she said blood tears fell down her pale cheeks.

“It doesn’t seem fair but what is fair in a world full of pain and death,” I replied.

“You and your group have to keep moving forward. Find the strength inside you and keep moving. The world will be your canvas and although I don’t agree with what Dr. Nickels has done; maybe he was right and the humans time has come to its end,” Julia muttered.

Julia coughed hard and the fight in her left. She fell back into a chair and her body sagged. The virus dug its claws into her and pain spread across her face.

“Silas!” I yelled.

Julia placed her hand on mine. I felt hot wet tears fall from my eyes.

“It’s alright Layla, I am done here. I am thankful I had the opportunity to meet you,” she coughed and blood sprayed from her mouth, “When I found out I had not one but two sisters I had to find you. I needed to see you for myself and when I saw you and how brave you were I was happy. You have fought for what you believe is right and fair. I admire you for that,” She coughed again.

“Go get Silas. He loves you very much and will always be there for you,” She smiled weakly.

I stood and raced to the exit. I had to find Silas. I wanted to save my sister. I had already lost one. I couldn’t lose her. I made it halfway down the hall when I saw Silas. I opened my mouth and started to form words when a loud and all to familiar boom echoed through the halls. My eyes widened in horror, realization sunk in. My chest tightened and my head shook involuntarily. I turned away from Silas and dashed back into the lab but it was too late. My sister jerked on the floor and blood spilled from her head and spread across the white tiles. I screamed out in frustration and hurt. Everyone died and I couldn’t take it anymore. I sobbed on the floor with Silas holding me. Only this time Silas sobbed with me. Death was taking its toll on him as well. We stayed crying on the floor for what felt like hours. We must have cried ourselves to sleep because when we woke it was evening.

Silas and I were thirsty and found water in the main quarters. Lucy sat curled in a ball sleeping on a sofa chair. Gabe was by her side. Addy and Olyvia approached with care.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Addy said.

“We need you to come outside with us,” Olyvia ordered.

The four of us walked to the front entrance where we found Sara and Nate standing at the gate.

“Do you hear that?” Nate asked.

We listened quietly and heard the screams far away.

“I thought the screamers were dying?” Nate questioned, concern on his face.

“They said the screamers are dying but no one knows when or how long for it would take,” Silas explained.

“Their screams aren’t hurting my ears and they sound different,” Nate added.

“Maybe it’s because they are too far away,” Silas stated.

“I don’t think so. Something doesn’t feel right,” Olyvia added, “Can’t you feel it in the air?”

I closed my eyes and searched for something, anything different then it hit me. The screams were screams of pain, not rage. They didn’t hurt my ears the way the screamers screams did. Nate was right something was happening. Maybe the screamers were dying somewhere out there in the world.

“I guess only time will tell what is happening to the screamers. I think we should stay here and wait it out,” I stated.

“Good idea,” Nate said.

We started to make our way back into the facility when we heard something hit the gate. We turned and saw a figure walking into the gate repeatedly. I slowly approached the figure. Over and over they walked into the gate. The figure came into view and I felt sick. Zola meekly cried out when I approached.

“Help me,” she whimpered.

“Zola,” I cried.

Silas and Nate held me back from getting too close. I fought against them.

“Let me go. I have to help her,” I cried.

“That isn’t Zola anymore,” Silas whispered.

“Layla, help me,” she screamed.

She closed her fingers around the fencing and frantically shook it. She looked like a wild animal. Clumps of her once beautiful red hair were missing from her head. Her skin was a sickly green and I realized she had chunks of skin missing from her arms and neck.

“How can she be talking to us if she is a screamer?” I cried.

“I’m not a screamer,” she yelled, “I was attacked by a bunch of crazy people. I’m not infected. Let me the hell in.”

I didn’t know what to do. I had made too many wrong choices. I didn’t want to make anymore. There were so little of us left.

“I’m sorry. I can’t let you in,” I wept.

“You stupid bitch! Then we'll tear this goddamn fence down and eat you alive,” she laughed in a mad and crazy way.

Others came running towards the fence. There were lots of people and they didn’t appear to be screamers. They yelled out and cursed at us. We backed away from the fence and darted into the facility. Nate locked the door when we entered.

“I don’t think that is going to keep them out for long,” Silas said, staring at the gate.

“We need to get the others. We have to leave,” I trembled.

We didn’t argue. We ran and found the group. Thankfully everyone was gathered in the living quarters living room.

“We have to leave now, no questions,” I yelled.

Screams and voices yelled from outside. Everyone gathered in a tight circle.

“We are going to do this together. Everyone think of the bunker at my house,” I demanded.

We took hands knowing we had to work together. We faded out of the facility and our feet met the solid floor of the bunker. I released hands and reached for the light. The room once again came to life and the safety of home filled me with ease. Everyone was safe. We all teleported together and we made it. I grabbed a jug of water and handed it to Gabe. He appeared exhausted but seemed proud at the same time. Our abilities were developing into works of art. I glanced around the bunker and found the twelve to all be exhausted and in need of rest. I know I was wiped and sleep was sounding like a great escape from all the death and trouble the world had thrown at us.

Day 125:

The screamers had cleared out of the basement and we repaired the house the best we could during day time hours. At night we heard the screamers lurking around outside the house. They were most definitely changing each day. Their screams were less painful on our ears and they weren't moving as fast as they were before. In fact they were moving slowly. They didn’t run at all, even when worked up they moved more like turtles then leopards. The bunker was crowded with thirteen of us crammed into small living quarters but it was our only option for the time being. We had a few heated debates on weather to go back to the facility or to the warehouse but each discussion ended with us staying put. We were all drained from seeing so much illness and death. Each time we thought things couldn’t get worse they did. We all needed time to reset and find a way to move forward but we didn’t know where to begin. Silas and I decided we should at least check on the people at the facility in the comas. No one wanted to go with us except Gabe.

The day was sunny and warm. The air was thick with death and humidity. The combination was nauseating. It was quiet outside, everyone needed some air after the long nights in the bunker. We spread out and kept mostly to ourselves. Silas, Gabe and I held hands and faded away from the backyard and into the main entrance of the facility. I didn’t want to look at the gate or fence. I didn’t want to know if the infected people had gotten through because if they had that meant the screamers would have access too. Instead I kept my eyes on the entrance.

“Why didn’t you teleport us into the room with the patients?” Silas questioned.

“I didn’t know what state the people would be in,” Gabe whispered nudging Silas.

“Oh right,” Silas replied meekly, “Layla, if you would like to wait out here Gabe and I will go in and check.?”

“It’s ok guys,” I stated, trying to sound strong, “I am prepared that my father is probably no longer here. I need to see for myself.”

We entered through the dreadful entrance and cautiously made our way into the area where the coma patients rested. Upon entering I had tried to prepare myself for the worst. I had hoped the beds would be full and the machines would be beeping quietly. Instead alarms sounded in a panicked manner. All that remained on the beds were bloody sheets. It was evident the sleeping people had been torn apart and in some cases dragged to the floor where they meant their final resting place.

My heart sank as I walked to where my father rested only days ago. Now the bed lay empty. Rusty colored splotches were the only indication that my father had once been here. I hoped death had come quickly for him and the pain was minimal. I glanced at the pillow and saw something shiny, hidden poking out from under the pillow. I moved the pillow to reveal a small gold chain necklace. I lifted the chain up and examined it closer. A small skeleton key slid down the chain. I stared at the key and wondered what it went to. I slid the chain necklace into my pocket. I had seen all I needed to see here. I knew my entire family was gone. I felt my body quake.

“Gabe, let’s go home,” I spoke.

“I agree, let’s get out of here,” Silas added.

We gathered and went to take hands when a loud bang sounded behind us. We all turned in unison and saw Zola standing in a hunched position by the exit.

“I knew you would come back,” she hissed, her voice thick with liquid and blood.

“Zola?” I choked.

“I have a gift for you,” she spit and threw a body towards us.

A man stumbled forward and landed hard on the floor. He was wearing a hospital gown.

“Dad,” I cried.

Silas pulled me back and took my hand. Gabe locked his fingers around my free hand.

“Layla?” A quiet voice echoed.

The man glanced up and stared at me. His eyes begging. He was clearly sick. His skin was grey and a steady stream of blood left his mouth and nose. He reached his hand towards me.

“I love you dad,” I cried.

“Wait, Layla,” he begged, crawling towards us.

“I need to tell you, I’m sorry baby girl. The key… remember. You need to remember." He dropped his head to the floor.

We faded away but not before I saw Zola dart forward and attack my father. We were back and standing in the field. The field where I had been so many times before. I wanted to cry but my tears were dried up. Silas walked over and stood next to me. Gabe stood on my other side. I turned my head and watched Hannah, Greg, Lucy, Sara, Wes, Addy, Sally, Olyvia, Nate and Jacob make their way to where we stood in the field. We formed a line, looking out into the world. A world that not so long ago had been filled with humans. Hustling and bustling around like busy bees. They worked, played, built incredible structures and created endless wonders. They loved and were beautiful beings, but they had a dark side too. They lived but didn’t see what was before them; right in front of them. They consumed, wasted and destroyed. At some point the bad outweighed the good and here we stand now. Although all the humans are gone and the screamers are fading, we are the new species. The thirteen of us are all that is left. Our human traits still linger but as the days pass we discover we are nothing like the humans were. We do not consume and destroy. We do not hold hatred in our hearts and we are not bound by religion or beliefs. We are connected to each other. We did what we could to save humanity but in the end people were their own demise.

The End

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Beginning…

Content

Jayme L Miller
THE DEMISE OF HUMANITY

Dedication

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