Ron sat at the television with Christine. The D.C. massacre was on film, they watched in horror. He looked at his wife, and took her hands in his, “Chrisy, we have to trust Eve. Be ready to leave here tonight, we’re going to be at her meeting spot.”
“Did you hear?” Stephen stood in their doorway, his voice sounding ragged. “The West Coast is gone, I just heard it! There’s nothing left! Some kind of nuclear bomb was launched. Oh, man.” He sobbed, “Seattle, LA. Oh, Jesus. They fucking did it!”
Ron didn’t like the young man’s tone. The man with the gun needed to be handled with care. “Stephen, settle down. We can’t do anything to help, all we can do is concentrate on staying alive. As cold as that might sound, we have no choices.”
A news show came on, announcing the death of Eve Hart. Her name caught the attention of Ron. “Shush, everyone.”
Stephen looked at the screen, “They already announced her phony death yesterday. What the hell is this all about?”
“The death of Eve Hart has been confirmed, the people she was living with evidently were not at the home when it was destroyed. This is an important update, I repeat. Eve Hart is now confirmed dead.” The reporter turned to his side to address his guest. “I have with me, Jonathan Hart.” And then he added, “I am sorry for your loss, Jonathan.”
“Matt, I have mixed feelings about it. It was obvious that she had become quite dangerous, to the point that I didn’t want her around my boys. I am deeply saddened that it came to this, but I’m here to attempt to help the people of this fine country see that there is no more reason for all this violence. Eve’s paranoia and lies caused the uproar… I’ll just say it, Matt. The war that is destroying us all. We have now lost the western states of this fine country. I’m pleading to all of you in the streets to go home to your townships. You’ve made your point and I’m sure that the officials will be able to work out a better living environment for you all.”
Matt noded, “You make a good point. Maybe she didn’t die for nothing, perhaps we can come to some better agreements so that these people will be more satisfied.” He looked into the screen to announce a commercial break, “Please don’t go away, things are chang…”
Ron, Christine, Stephen stared in horror at the television. Christine screamed. Glenda could be heard screaming in the adjoining room.
It happened in a split second. Like watching a Hollywood thriller. The studio where Jonathan sat, smiling into the camera was blown to fragments. And then, the screen went dark.
They sat, staring. No words came to any of them for several moments.
Then Stephen began to giggle. Its intensity grew to where he was doubled over, his stomach aching. Finally he spoke.
“Jonathan? You’re a dead man. Your wife? Not yet.” He looked at Ron. “I believe we are the only ones on this earth that are aware of this little anomaly.” He pulled his gun from the back of his pants and played with it, making a dramatic sound. “When I kill her, I’ll be making an honest man out of her poor dead husband.” He laughed again, an evil sound that terrified both Ron and Christine.
Ron stared at the gun and then said to Stephen, “Son, for all we know, she is dead.”
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