Cessation (© M.A. Kastle)
Page 3 Jack clutched his gun. After the Cessation,
the definition of a human crumbled with society. You couldn’t be a zombie and a
human. There were the healthies and there were the zombies. Human was taken out
of the equation. Easy to understand when everyone had a pending expiration
date. Twilight lit the sky for scarcely a minute
then gave into the night and its tyranny of cold. He gave into his thoughts,
his regrets, and as another cough worked into a storm inside his chest, he
thought about Faye. Jack covered his mouth, stifled the loudest part of the
cough, then jumped. The gun slid forward with his surprise and hit the metal
barrel causing a deep thunk to echo. "Sorry to startle you, Mr. Meacher, the
first chaser is on his way back. We have an alert on the tracker, and in a
couple of minutes, we should have the quarry’s position. With the return and
everything, you have a little over ten minutes to get ready." The guide spoke
softly, squeezing Jack’s left shoulder and looking around as if he didn’t want
any else to know why they were there. "Alright, thank you. I understand." He
mumbled. The guide nodded, taking in Jack’s selection
of gun, attire, and judging it all, and him, before turning and walking away.
His guide, Ted, was a tall, muscular man, probably a fighter, or something
equivalent before the world changed. Jack could only imagine how Ted’s talent
and build helped in the world of the preserve. Smoke from the fire swirled in
front of him, burning his eyes and making them water. His eyes, now slits
watched the blurry back of Ted disappear. In ten minutes, all would become real. An
entire life summed up to meager minutes, trackers, alerts, and a position, he
thought. Jack grunted and swung the gun back to his hand. This is what he paid
for, the information, and approval to find then kill the quarry, his wife,
legally. He knew he should have taken her to the hospital once the sickness
came on, but how do you do that. How do you tell the woman lying next to you,
her expiration date just blasted a vein inside her head and now she was
bleeding and every minute she stared at him was another minute closer to
becoming one of those things. You don’t, a voice inside his head
told him. You hide her, you love her, and then you let her die in her own time. He was quick to argue back, the voice
rising above the other, that isn’t how it happened. She got loose, killed
someone, ate him, and ran, stumbled away. And you let her go, coward, hoping
the law wouldn’t know she was your problem, your wife, your secret. Jack shook his head back and forth, then
shook it harder trying to dislodge the accusing voices taking over. He was
there to end her suffering and make it right. "Mr. Meacher, this way please." Ted the
guide said. His name sounded foreign coming from Ted and
he didn’t like it. But, how had the time passed so quickly? A rise started in
his belly and he remembered the way Ted had said, quarry, as if that’s all Faye
was, and had been. At the same time another cough seized his chest. Jack, while
staring at the fire waited for the feeling to go away. Its flames reached above
the soot-blackened rim, higher and higher, until a breeze knocked their greedy
fingers back into the barrel. September wasn’t supposed to be cold- brisk,
maybe, not cold. It felt as if it knew what he was going to do, and what his
intentions were, it acted like death, cold. It’s your conscience. It’s reminding
you murder is against the law. It always has been, it always will be. The
Cessation didn’t make it right. "Mr. Meacher. It’s time." Ted’s voice
reached through his thoughts. He wasn’t murdering her- he was making it
right. He didn’t have the chance before, or couldn’t do it before. He had it
now. He could end it now. Turning around, his eyes followed the slow path away
from the fire, and away from the warmth. When his brown eyes, the ones Faye
looked into first thing in the morning, and the last thing at night, looked at
Ted, Jack wondered what would happen if he shot him instead. [ Continue to page 4 ] |