It all started out a regular morning. I woke up showerd got dressed gabbed my bags and checked out of my hotle room. It was the middle of winter so I did not think about the fact that there were so many people who had come down wit the cruds. Even the taxi driver that dropped me off at the air port was looking grim. He'd been wheezing a lot on the short ride from the hotle and I was glad that the taxi had one of those plastic windows that were suppose to keep the driver safe from getting mugged. He pulled up to the curb side for departures and I handed him a twenty through the little hole in the window. He reached back for it and suddenly began to cough violently hacking up something greenish and yellow. He looked into the rear view mirror and I could see his eyes were red and sunken in. He appologized and was just about to hand me the change when I told him to keep it. Whatever he had I sure the hell did not want to get it off some contaminated bills.
There were several people who I passed that looked like they were in various stages of whatever it was that was infecting the population. I was praying that no one on the plane was sick. God just the thought of breathing the recycled air with all of those germs floating around for me to breath. Or the thought of getting seated next to someone who was sick. Man. Lucky I did not notice anyone get on board who looked sick. I tok my seat and from that point the flight went pretty much the way most flights do. About an hour and forty-five minutes into the three hour flight there was a commotion happening about five seats down the row from me. Several people were looking at something one of the passenges was holding. It was his lap top computer. He was getting some live news feed from CNN. Apparently there were reports of riots breaking out along the West Coast area. No one was sure where it all stared and why but several major cities were being named where violence had broken out. San Jose, San Francisco were among them, and a lot of smaller cities and towns as well.
It was not long befoe several people who also had laptops began to get people gathered around them watching the news on the outbreak of violence. Soon people were getting texts and phone calls from friends and loved ones telling them that whatever the outbreak was it had spread to their town or city. There was one man, James Borden. he was on his cell phone talking to his wife. He was holding the phone up so we could all hear what she was saying. There was a nervous tension in her voice. She said that people all around the block were attacking each other. For no particular reason. She was apparently watching all of this through her living room window. There was a silence for a moment and then we heard her say. "Oh my god" James called back to her, desprate to be there with her. "Hon...honey what is happening? whats going on?" he asked. This is where I think I kind of lost all comprehention of the situation. It was just too dam unreal to be true. I was sure she had to be drunk when she said this. She told James that there was a man who had just been tackled by two other people on their front lawn. They were clawing and ripping at the man who was struggling to fend them off. Then several others came over and joined in on the frenzy. What she said next was unthinkable. It was like a scene from a Romero film. She said that the people who attcked and held the man down were eating his flesh. They were pulling pieces of his flesh from his body and eating it. There was blood everywhere she said. Then there was a noise. One that I will never forget as long as I live. It was the sound of the plate glass window breaking and Mss. Borden screaming. She was yelling, begging whoever it was that broke through the window to stop. We all culd hear the errie moans of the attackers as they advanced on her. Then a crushing sound and then total silence. The screen on James cell phone read call ended.