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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4032059" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Welcome to the Show: Part 8a – Stress Simulation 2.5</strong></p><p></p><p>Jake woke up in his old apartment. Which was odd, since the last thing he remembered he was working for Majestic-12. There was no way he had dreamed it. </p><p></p><p>Back when he used to drink, Jake had hallucinations while he was lucid all the time. But that was all behind him. He was going to make good money and cash in that plane ticket to see his son. Jake was sure he could convince Christine to let him see Alex if he had a steady job.</p><p></p><p>The television was blaring those emergency broadcast messages. Color bars were on the screen. It’s what had woken him up.</p><p></p><p>Jake leaned forward and looked around. It was his old apartment in Chicago. What the hell? </p><p></p><p>It had to be a test. </p><p></p><p>The television flickered back to a news broadcast. “…a small nuclear explosion,” said a distraught report, her hair matted from what looked like blood. Smoking rubble was behind her. “I’m here in Washington, D.C. The death toll is believed to have reached over ten thousand citizens, including most of the House, the Senate, and the President.” </p><p></p><p>The screen flashed to footage of wreckage and bodies. The reporter broke down weeping at the end of the emergency broadcast as the screen went back to the emergency standby message.</p><p></p><p>A siren blared in the distance. Jake got up. He was dressed in nothing more but his boxers. </p><p></p><p>It wasn’t the sound of a normal siren. It was the type used for major emergencies like hurricanes. Or terrorist attacks.</p><p></p><p>Jake heard people talking excitedly outside his apartment door. Doors slammed all across the apartment complex. People were evacuating.</p><p></p><p>Jake looked out the window. A police car came to a screeching halt outside of the apartment. The cop put a megaphone to his lips. </p><p></p><p>“EVERYONE, PLEASE STAY WHERE YOU ARE.”</p><p></p><p>The panicked stampede outside of Jake’s door stopped. People whispered in urgent voices.</p><p></p><p>“GET BACK IN THE BUILDING.”</p><p></p><p>Jake went to the door and flung it open. His neighbors gave him haunted looks, slinking back into their rooms.</p><p></p><p>Jake walked down the steps. The cop was ushering people back up the steps.</p><p></p><p>“What’s going on?”</p><p></p><p>“We’re under attack, not sure by what,” he said. “Please get back into your residence and stay there. We can’t afford a riot.”</p><p></p><p>“I need to get out of here,” said Jake. The sirens blared more insistently around them.</p><p></p><p>“Sir,” the cop eyed Jake warily. Jake was a big man. “I’m going to have to ask you to return to your apartment.” </p><p></p><p>“I’m not staying here.” Jake took a step forward down the steps.</p><p></p><p>The cop reached for his taser. “Sir, I am not going to ask you again. Get back in your room.”</p><p></p><p>Jake closed the distance between them with a leap. He reached under the cop’s arm and deflected the taser away from him as if it were a knife. Jake wrested it away from the smaller man.</p><p></p><p>The cop fell backwards down the steps. He shouted into his walkie talkie. “This is Johnson, I need backup!”</p><p></p><p>Jake tasered him. </p><p></p><p>He took the cop’s pistol, then looked around. There was probably a shotgun in his car. That would be useful too. </p><p></p><p>Jake jogged out of the apartment complex. The skies were blood red. The sirens continued to wail. People kept looking up as they were ushered into shelters. Even the emergency personnel kept glancing upwards.</p><p></p><p>Jake was doing the same thing when a Humvee screeched to a halt in front of him. </p><p></p><p>“Get down on the floor and put your hands on your head!” It was a National Guardsman in combat fatigues. He looked like he couldn’t be more than twenty years old. </p><p></p><p>“I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on,” said Jake.</p><p></p><p>The guardsman lifted his automatic rifle. “Put the weapon down!”</p><p></p><p>Jake rushed past him, clearing the Humvee so that it was between him and the soldier. </p><p></p><p>The soldier muttered a curse and was about to pursue when more people streamed out of the building, bolstered by Jake’s actions.</p><p></p><p>Jake kept jogging. He had to get some more intel. The emergency crews were only following orders. But the National Guard was already out in full force. Something bad had gone down and he had missed it. Back when Jake was drinking, he would blackout for days. It felt like one of those days.</p><p></p><p>But no, he was sober. If he ever wanted to see Alex again, he would stay that way for good.</p><p></p><p>Jake was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t realize that people were running past him in the opposite direction.</p><p></p><p>They were so scared that it was a silent terror. People ran full out, sweat streaming from their brows, mouths open. Obese women and elderly men, all of them running in horror from something that was so terrible they could only respond by running for their lives.</p><p></p><p>Jake teetered on the edge of an abyss. A smoking crater abruptly appeared before him. Buildings sagged inward like melted toys over it. There was something in the center, a black obelisk of some sort.</p><p></p><p>Jake ran forward, heedless of the body parts around him. An explosion? But if it were a nuclear explosion he’d be dead already. </p><p></p><p>Jake skidded to a halt. There, sticking out of the center of the crater was the tail end of a man-sized missile. A counter clicked a march towards zero, marking every few seconds with a high-pitched beep.</p><p></p><p>“Jesus,” said Jake. He turned around and started running with the same fear and terror that had gripped the people he passed on the way in. </p><p></p><p>There was a flash. It was like a bolt of lightning illuminating the sky, a thousand times brighter than full daylight. And then all went white.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4032059, member: 3285"] [b]Welcome to the Show: Part 8a – Stress Simulation 2.5[/b] Jake woke up in his old apartment. Which was odd, since the last thing he remembered he was working for Majestic-12. There was no way he had dreamed it. Back when he used to drink, Jake had hallucinations while he was lucid all the time. But that was all behind him. He was going to make good money and cash in that plane ticket to see his son. Jake was sure he could convince Christine to let him see Alex if he had a steady job. The television was blaring those emergency broadcast messages. Color bars were on the screen. It’s what had woken him up. Jake leaned forward and looked around. It was his old apartment in Chicago. What the hell? It had to be a test. The television flickered back to a news broadcast. “…a small nuclear explosion,” said a distraught report, her hair matted from what looked like blood. Smoking rubble was behind her. “I’m here in Washington, D.C. The death toll is believed to have reached over ten thousand citizens, including most of the House, the Senate, and the President.” The screen flashed to footage of wreckage and bodies. The reporter broke down weeping at the end of the emergency broadcast as the screen went back to the emergency standby message. A siren blared in the distance. Jake got up. He was dressed in nothing more but his boxers. It wasn’t the sound of a normal siren. It was the type used for major emergencies like hurricanes. Or terrorist attacks. Jake heard people talking excitedly outside his apartment door. Doors slammed all across the apartment complex. People were evacuating. Jake looked out the window. A police car came to a screeching halt outside of the apartment. The cop put a megaphone to his lips. “EVERYONE, PLEASE STAY WHERE YOU ARE.” The panicked stampede outside of Jake’s door stopped. People whispered in urgent voices. “GET BACK IN THE BUILDING.” Jake went to the door and flung it open. His neighbors gave him haunted looks, slinking back into their rooms. Jake walked down the steps. The cop was ushering people back up the steps. “What’s going on?” “We’re under attack, not sure by what,” he said. “Please get back into your residence and stay there. We can’t afford a riot.” “I need to get out of here,” said Jake. The sirens blared more insistently around them. “Sir,” the cop eyed Jake warily. Jake was a big man. “I’m going to have to ask you to return to your apartment.” “I’m not staying here.” Jake took a step forward down the steps. The cop reached for his taser. “Sir, I am not going to ask you again. Get back in your room.” Jake closed the distance between them with a leap. He reached under the cop’s arm and deflected the taser away from him as if it were a knife. Jake wrested it away from the smaller man. The cop fell backwards down the steps. He shouted into his walkie talkie. “This is Johnson, I need backup!” Jake tasered him. He took the cop’s pistol, then looked around. There was probably a shotgun in his car. That would be useful too. Jake jogged out of the apartment complex. The skies were blood red. The sirens continued to wail. People kept looking up as they were ushered into shelters. Even the emergency personnel kept glancing upwards. Jake was doing the same thing when a Humvee screeched to a halt in front of him. “Get down on the floor and put your hands on your head!” It was a National Guardsman in combat fatigues. He looked like he couldn’t be more than twenty years old. “I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on,” said Jake. The guardsman lifted his automatic rifle. “Put the weapon down!” Jake rushed past him, clearing the Humvee so that it was between him and the soldier. The soldier muttered a curse and was about to pursue when more people streamed out of the building, bolstered by Jake’s actions. Jake kept jogging. He had to get some more intel. The emergency crews were only following orders. But the National Guard was already out in full force. Something bad had gone down and he had missed it. Back when Jake was drinking, he would blackout for days. It felt like one of those days. But no, he was sober. If he ever wanted to see Alex again, he would stay that way for good. Jake was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t realize that people were running past him in the opposite direction. They were so scared that it was a silent terror. People ran full out, sweat streaming from their brows, mouths open. Obese women and elderly men, all of them running in horror from something that was so terrible they could only respond by running for their lives. Jake teetered on the edge of an abyss. A smoking crater abruptly appeared before him. Buildings sagged inward like melted toys over it. There was something in the center, a black obelisk of some sort. Jake ran forward, heedless of the body parts around him. An explosion? But if it were a nuclear explosion he’d be dead already. Jake skidded to a halt. There, sticking out of the center of the crater was the tail end of a man-sized missile. A counter clicked a march towards zero, marking every few seconds with a high-pitched beep. “Jesus,” said Jake. He turned around and started running with the same fear and terror that had gripped the people he passed on the way in. There was a flash. It was like a bolt of lightning illuminating the sky, a thousand times brighter than full daylight. And then all went white. [/QUOTE]
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