Emery
I looked around the dank tunnel before stepping aboard the train. Those around me stared out the window with blank, unfeeling expressions. Their eyes reminded me of the sky above us- gray and hopeless, afraid of the upcoming downpour. Coming home was never fun. After a successful 7 hour day at the CDC, I had washed off all potential diseases and taken a stuffy, slightly yellow tinted can with wheels and sticky seats. The trains had been in use for years, even after the bombings and the tragedies that had occurred back around 2010, almost 15 years ago. Of course, I couldn’t complain about transportation. I was paid very well, had access to every disease in the vault for testing, and had pioneered the world of cancer treatment for 5 out …show more content…
Annoying lights stream into the darkened car through the skylight as Mr. Eagle tosses the blanket on top of me. I struggle for a moment, then realize that he might honestly take me to a magic island full of scientists and free of the pollution that plagued our world, raising our oceans daily. After a few minutes from beneath the gross blanket, I saw an island come into view. It appeared to be man made, disguised as remote from a bird’s-eye view, like a hobbit hole.
Transparent glass allowed me to see inside, a busy workshop of people, working hard to experiment with each vial. Little vials were scattered amongst the tables, some tilted dangerously close to spilling. Most concoctions had little labels, and were separated into little groups with little organization.
Mr. Eagle wordlessly accelerated once we hit the land, and my body was hit with a wave of inertia incomparable to any other feeling- we were going really fast. I screamed at him, and he screamed something back unintelligibly, and my brain then decided to click. We were headed to where all the missing had gone. I saw a chance, and I took …show more content…
Scientists, doctors, and therapists disappeared daily, more importantly, most of them were from Northern civilization. That led us to believe that not only were they being used for their intellect, but that they were probably somewhere North of the equator, where it was more convenient. This only left a few islands open, those that were uninhabited. We were still having trouble, especially with society’s anxiety building at every disappearance. I know my job, though, and so does my unit. We look for missing people, and we find them. This case is the longest I’ve been assigned, ever since a few muggings in the city over ten years ago, and I used to feel almost no hope for it. Before the Emery girl left so many clues, we considered giving up on those who had been taken already, or planned funerals as if they were MIA. The world was already preparing to drown itself in the waters of global warming, so it could live with missing geniuses.
I was allowed a single team to join our chopper, as we searched abandoned islands. A few weeks after “Emery” went missing, we decided to retrace our steps and look at the islands we’d seen before, each providing déjà vu. I was losing hope for the case, fast, when we saw a bit of light reflecting through the trees, almost eerily in the afternoon sun. We went to observe, of course, and what we found was not at all what we expected.
I looked around the dank tunnel before stepping aboard the train. Those around me stared out the window with blank, unfeeling expressions. Their eyes reminded me of the sky above us- gray and hopeless, afraid of the upcoming downpour. Coming home was never fun. After a successful 7 hour day at the CDC, I had washed off all potential diseases and taken a stuffy, slightly yellow tinted can with wheels and sticky seats. The trains had been in use for years, even after the bombings and the tragedies that had occurred back around 2010, almost 15 years ago. Of course, I couldn’t complain about transportation. I was paid very well, had access to every disease in the vault for testing, and had pioneered the world of cancer treatment for 5 out …show more content…
Annoying lights stream into the darkened car through the skylight as Mr. Eagle tosses the blanket on top of me. I struggle for a moment, then realize that he might honestly take me to a magic island full of scientists and free of the pollution that plagued our world, raising our oceans daily. After a few minutes from beneath the gross blanket, I saw an island come into view. It appeared to be man made, disguised as remote from a bird’s-eye view, like a hobbit hole.
Transparent glass allowed me to see inside, a busy workshop of people, working hard to experiment with each vial. Little vials were scattered amongst the tables, some tilted dangerously close to spilling. Most concoctions had little labels, and were separated into little groups with little organization.
Mr. Eagle wordlessly accelerated once we hit the land, and my body was hit with a wave of inertia incomparable to any other feeling- we were going really fast. I screamed at him, and he screamed something back unintelligibly, and my brain then decided to click. We were headed to where all the missing had gone. I saw a chance, and I took …show more content…
Scientists, doctors, and therapists disappeared daily, more importantly, most of them were from Northern civilization. That led us to believe that not only were they being used for their intellect, but that they were probably somewhere North of the equator, where it was more convenient. This only left a few islands open, those that were uninhabited. We were still having trouble, especially with society’s anxiety building at every disappearance. I know my job, though, and so does my unit. We look for missing people, and we find them. This case is the longest I’ve been assigned, ever since a few muggings in the city over ten years ago, and I used to feel almost no hope for it. Before the Emery girl left so many clues, we considered giving up on those who had been taken already, or planned funerals as if they were MIA. The world was already preparing to drown itself in the waters of global warming, so it could live with missing geniuses.
I was allowed a single team to join our chopper, as we searched abandoned islands. A few weeks after “Emery” went missing, we decided to retrace our steps and look at the islands we’d seen before, each providing déjà vu. I was losing hope for the case, fast, when we saw a bit of light reflecting through the trees, almost eerily in the afternoon sun. We went to observe, of course, and what we found was not at all what we expected.