The City Burns: A Prepper's Struggle for The Truth by BJ Knights Page A
Authors: BJ Knights
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hallway into the data stations where he was given the thumb drive.
“How much time do I have?” Matt asked.
The guard shook his head. “I don’t know. Just find what you need fast,” he responded.
Matt plugged the drive into the computer and pulled up the files. His fingers were swift on the keyboard as the guard hovered over him. The encryption files pulled up and he began opening sources and typing in code. Hult stood on the corner of the building with Jim watching the door. Everyone was too preoccupied with the gunshots to worry about the data center now. Hult peaked around the corner as the sirens continued to wail. “God help the asshole that started shooting at them,” Hult said.
Coyle was in full sprint back to the truck and was practically tripping over the sand dunes. “I swear to God if I die I’m gonna be so pissed. I’m gonna come back and haunt the shit out of that stupid cat.” He took a glance back and saw jeeps heading in his direction. “Shit.”
Matt had multiple files up on the duel screen monitors. His eyes darted back and forth from different documents as lines of code filled the screen. The guard looked at them like they were a foreign language. “What is that?” he asked. Matt didn’t look away from the screen as he spoke. “These are the final orders that were trying to get sent before the attacks.” The guard walked over to the door to peak out the window with his back to Matt. “Well, just track whoever was going to send it,” the guard said.
Suddenly, a smashing blow collapsed the back of the guard’s skull. He fell to the ground instantly. Blood dripped from the corner of the monitor Matt had hit him with and stood over the guard’s body. “I’ll make sure they get to the right place,” Matt said as he smiled and tossed the monitor on the ground. He ripped off the man’s uniform as he collected his weapons and ammo.
Hult shook his head. “He’s taking too long. He should be out of there by now.” Hult peeled around the corner towards the door and Jim followed. Hult swung the door open and saw the guard on the floor and reached down to check his pulse. Jim entered as Hult sat crouched on the ground next to the soldier. Matt glanced up at the two men and pointed a pistol at him. “Drop it,” he said.
“You son of a bitch.” Hult reached for his pistol and Matt shot him through the head before the gun left his holster. The silencer on the gun muffled the shot as Hult dropped to the ground. Matt quickly turned the gun to Jim whose mouth hung open in shock.
“Matt…,” he said.
“Where are the girls, Jim?”
The sirens continued to wail outside the building. The collection of both Hult and the guard’s blood combined and pooled at Jim’s feet as he glanced down at the two lifeless bodies. “Jim,” said Matt. Jim looked up at the pistol pointed in his direction. Matt’s eyes were a wild calm. There was blood splattered on his shirt and arm. Matt glanced down at the screens in front of him that were downloading a program. It was at thirty percent and rising.
“Where are the girls?” Matt asked again.
“What the hell are you doing?” Jim asked.
“My job. Now drop the gun.” Matt motioned to the floor. “ Drop it!” he shouted. Jim lowered the rifle. He rested it gently on the ground and slowly rose with his hands in the air. “We’ve got less than,” Matt checked the status of the download, “ten minutes before this position gets uploaded and a missile strike is ordered that levels this entire camp, so I’ll ask one more time, where is my family?”
Annie ran along behind a line of trucks parked next to the fence and ducked under them when she heard someone coming. Footsteps thumped close to her. She crawled further under a jeep right next to the front tire. Tigs squirmed as the feet appeared in front of her face. Tigs let out a meow and the feet stopped. They slowly backtracked until they were right
“How much time do I have?” Matt asked.
The guard shook his head. “I don’t know. Just find what you need fast,” he responded.
Matt plugged the drive into the computer and pulled up the files. His fingers were swift on the keyboard as the guard hovered over him. The encryption files pulled up and he began opening sources and typing in code. Hult stood on the corner of the building with Jim watching the door. Everyone was too preoccupied with the gunshots to worry about the data center now. Hult peaked around the corner as the sirens continued to wail. “God help the asshole that started shooting at them,” Hult said.
Coyle was in full sprint back to the truck and was practically tripping over the sand dunes. “I swear to God if I die I’m gonna be so pissed. I’m gonna come back and haunt the shit out of that stupid cat.” He took a glance back and saw jeeps heading in his direction. “Shit.”
Matt had multiple files up on the duel screen monitors. His eyes darted back and forth from different documents as lines of code filled the screen. The guard looked at them like they were a foreign language. “What is that?” he asked. Matt didn’t look away from the screen as he spoke. “These are the final orders that were trying to get sent before the attacks.” The guard walked over to the door to peak out the window with his back to Matt. “Well, just track whoever was going to send it,” the guard said.
Suddenly, a smashing blow collapsed the back of the guard’s skull. He fell to the ground instantly. Blood dripped from the corner of the monitor Matt had hit him with and stood over the guard’s body. “I’ll make sure they get to the right place,” Matt said as he smiled and tossed the monitor on the ground. He ripped off the man’s uniform as he collected his weapons and ammo.
Hult shook his head. “He’s taking too long. He should be out of there by now.” Hult peeled around the corner towards the door and Jim followed. Hult swung the door open and saw the guard on the floor and reached down to check his pulse. Jim entered as Hult sat crouched on the ground next to the soldier. Matt glanced up at the two men and pointed a pistol at him. “Drop it,” he said.
“You son of a bitch.” Hult reached for his pistol and Matt shot him through the head before the gun left his holster. The silencer on the gun muffled the shot as Hult dropped to the ground. Matt quickly turned the gun to Jim whose mouth hung open in shock.
“Matt…,” he said.
“Where are the girls, Jim?”
The sirens continued to wail outside the building. The collection of both Hult and the guard’s blood combined and pooled at Jim’s feet as he glanced down at the two lifeless bodies. “Jim,” said Matt. Jim looked up at the pistol pointed in his direction. Matt’s eyes were a wild calm. There was blood splattered on his shirt and arm. Matt glanced down at the screens in front of him that were downloading a program. It was at thirty percent and rising.
“Where are the girls?” Matt asked again.
“What the hell are you doing?” Jim asked.
“My job. Now drop the gun.” Matt motioned to the floor. “ Drop it!” he shouted. Jim lowered the rifle. He rested it gently on the ground and slowly rose with his hands in the air. “We’ve got less than,” Matt checked the status of the download, “ten minutes before this position gets uploaded and a missile strike is ordered that levels this entire camp, so I’ll ask one more time, where is my family?”
Annie ran along behind a line of trucks parked next to the fence and ducked under them when she heard someone coming. Footsteps thumped close to her. She crawled further under a jeep right next to the front tire. Tigs squirmed as the feet appeared in front of her face. Tigs let out a meow and the feet stopped. They slowly backtracked until they were right
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