Jason's Travels, Chapter 8First: the words "scientist" and "government" should never go together for someone like me.Second: seeing as my experience with them started out with a cage, I wasn't exactly prone to trust.And third: the lab we were approaching looked beyond intimidating. I wasn't ready for this, I couldn't have been. Sure, my life kind of sucked before, but at least I had some independence. And afterwards, I had Gina to protect me and care for me. But this
I hated to think it, but so far this cloud didn't seem to have any sort of silver lining.After making our way through quite a bit of automated security, I found myself looking at a cold, sterile science lab. Everything gleamed, but as far as I could tell nothing was set up in there at the moment. The woman, Alicia, set my cage on the large table in the middle of the room and went to put on her lab coat. The man was nowhere to be seen.Curious, I walked towards the door of my cage. The bars were far enough apart that I could stick my arm th
The War for Our World: PrologueThe year was 2012, early on in the 21st century. "The Apocalypse IS Here!" newspaper headlines shouted, as cities burned and charred corpses lined the streets. Those who stayed were dead; of those who fled, most died.That was five years ago.I was born in 2000, a year of great technological advances that seemed to signal a century of them. Sure, the economy was down, and the world was as much in conflict as ever, but as far as middle-class Americans were concerned life was about as normal as it got.My childhood was normal. I grew up on a familiar suburban street, surrounded by friends who went to the local public school with me. There was nothing to be afraid of, except perhaps the dark and the occasional spider.In school I was always interested in history, and so of course I learned about the Martian invasion of the 19th century. Everyone knew about it, but it was ancient history. Earth diseases had driven them away, and they hadn't shown themselves in more than two hundred years.
The Trouble With Sherlock Part 2I woke up again late in the morning, but to no surprise Sherlock was still asleep. Sighing, I sat up and tried to work out the stiffness that had set in from spending the night on a wooden desk. Unsurprisingly, within mere minutes of my awakening my stomach growled. I was hungry, but of course there was no way could get to the kitchen, or to food for that matter, on my own. Which meant I had to find a way to wake up Sherlock.Standing up, I pondered the distance from the edge of the table to Sherlock's still form. It didn't seem like that far to jump, but just to be safe I backed up a bit and took a running start. I landed with a light thump on Sherlock's chest and, scrambling for a hold, grabbed onto his shirt collar. Even with this action he didn't wake up, and I could feel the even rhythm of his breathing as his chest rose and fell underneath me."Sherlock, I'm going to kill you for this," I muttered crossly under my breath as I climbed my way up to his shoulder. "Sherlock," I said