army grunts as well as the bulldog.
“Please my good ladies and gentlemen,” Michaels attempted to shout above the raising hysteria, “please!” At this he looked to the bulldog who took a step forward.
“ SILENCE! ” Knox bellowed in a well practiced and booming voice, cutting the scientists down. He kept the displeased frown on his face and stepped back.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Michaels began again, “all of your objections and opinions have been noted, and I thank you for them, but the defence of the country is in the hands of the army.”
“You can’t really be planning on setting the core to meltdown!” interjected Phillips, one of the geneticists from B wing.
“Oh no, I don’t plan to,” Michaels let the words hang in the air, “the process has already been put into action!”
An air of shocked silence rented the room.
Cassie didn’t know how long she had been sitting alone in the orange plastic moulded chair; she vaguely remembered the arguments, the objections, the panic, the desperation in the voices of her co workers and their ultimate reluctant acceptance of the situation. Cassie, however, would not accept the situation. She couldn’t accept it. Something had to be done.
She purposefully stood; the chair sliding backwards from her several inches, and she made her way from the room. It wasn’t long before she found herself in her father’s office; he was sat at his desk, his forehead was furled and he was deep in thought, tapping his gold parker pen on the notepad in front of him. He didn’t acknowledge Cassie’s arrival but she knew he had noticed her.
“Eight days,” he said eventually, looking up at Cassie, “Michaels said it would take eight days for the reactor core to go into meltdown.”
“Do you think we can stop it?” Cassie asked.
“Not from here. There is no way we could hack into to the command centre here. Not even with Greg’s help. He said that the firewalls, or whatever they are called, are impenetrable: like Fort Knox! No pun intended....”
“Hmm...?” Cassie looked at her father puzzled for a second “Oh, Knox . Yes, he would be trouble. But what are the other options?”
“The only other option is to stop the meltdown from the inside, from the Sellafield power plant its self.”
“Are you serious?” Cassie asked in bewilderment, “We would never make it there alive; you don’t think any of the soldiers would side with us if they knew just what was going on, do you?
“There may be a few of them but not enough; they are all too scared of Knox to say anything, and you can be sure that if we know then the grunts know too. To be honest, I can’t believe that I am serious; I don’t know who is crazier, me or Michaels. But we can not let this happen. Having the world over run by Zombies is one thing, but to turn the world into a radioactive wasteland is sheer madness.”
“Ok,” Cassie sat down at the opposite side of the desk from her father, “where do we start?”
_________________________
It felt good to finally be getting clean again. Brandon dunked his head under, escaping from the layer of scum and grime quickly accumulating on the surface of the bathwater. He held his head there; watching small bubbles make their way to the surface and pop, distorting the dark brown wooden beams of the back room of the old town hall. His dad was through in the other room talking to Frank, or keeping an eye on him as he had put it.
There was something very wrong about Frank, and Brandon knew he was going to be trouble, but in a situation like this how do you get away from someone you don’t want to be teamed up with? Especially when that someone has the kind of armament that frank has. Frank was keeping his guns as near to himself as his dad was with his naginata. They both were trying to act as casual toward each other as possible but the air was still tense, dangerously tense.
As Brandon was drying himself his dad chapped
“Please my good ladies and gentlemen,” Michaels attempted to shout above the raising hysteria, “please!” At this he looked to the bulldog who took a step forward.
“ SILENCE! ” Knox bellowed in a well practiced and booming voice, cutting the scientists down. He kept the displeased frown on his face and stepped back.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Michaels began again, “all of your objections and opinions have been noted, and I thank you for them, but the defence of the country is in the hands of the army.”
“You can’t really be planning on setting the core to meltdown!” interjected Phillips, one of the geneticists from B wing.
“Oh no, I don’t plan to,” Michaels let the words hang in the air, “the process has already been put into action!”
An air of shocked silence rented the room.
Cassie didn’t know how long she had been sitting alone in the orange plastic moulded chair; she vaguely remembered the arguments, the objections, the panic, the desperation in the voices of her co workers and their ultimate reluctant acceptance of the situation. Cassie, however, would not accept the situation. She couldn’t accept it. Something had to be done.
She purposefully stood; the chair sliding backwards from her several inches, and she made her way from the room. It wasn’t long before she found herself in her father’s office; he was sat at his desk, his forehead was furled and he was deep in thought, tapping his gold parker pen on the notepad in front of him. He didn’t acknowledge Cassie’s arrival but she knew he had noticed her.
“Eight days,” he said eventually, looking up at Cassie, “Michaels said it would take eight days for the reactor core to go into meltdown.”
“Do you think we can stop it?” Cassie asked.
“Not from here. There is no way we could hack into to the command centre here. Not even with Greg’s help. He said that the firewalls, or whatever they are called, are impenetrable: like Fort Knox! No pun intended....”
“Hmm...?” Cassie looked at her father puzzled for a second “Oh, Knox . Yes, he would be trouble. But what are the other options?”
“The only other option is to stop the meltdown from the inside, from the Sellafield power plant its self.”
“Are you serious?” Cassie asked in bewilderment, “We would never make it there alive; you don’t think any of the soldiers would side with us if they knew just what was going on, do you?
“There may be a few of them but not enough; they are all too scared of Knox to say anything, and you can be sure that if we know then the grunts know too. To be honest, I can’t believe that I am serious; I don’t know who is crazier, me or Michaels. But we can not let this happen. Having the world over run by Zombies is one thing, but to turn the world into a radioactive wasteland is sheer madness.”
“Ok,” Cassie sat down at the opposite side of the desk from her father, “where do we start?”
_________________________
It felt good to finally be getting clean again. Brandon dunked his head under, escaping from the layer of scum and grime quickly accumulating on the surface of the bathwater. He held his head there; watching small bubbles make their way to the surface and pop, distorting the dark brown wooden beams of the back room of the old town hall. His dad was through in the other room talking to Frank, or keeping an eye on him as he had put it.
There was something very wrong about Frank, and Brandon knew he was going to be trouble, but in a situation like this how do you get away from someone you don’t want to be teamed up with? Especially when that someone has the kind of armament that frank has. Frank was keeping his guns as near to himself as his dad was with his naginata. They both were trying to act as casual toward each other as possible but the air was still tense, dangerously tense.
As Brandon was drying himself his dad chapped
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