When the rains may come (Science Fiction)

1. Under the red cloud of smoke

Looking down at the gun Cathy wondered if today was the day when she finally killed her father. He was in a wheelchair in the backyard, looking just as sick and decadent as he'd looked the previous day (if not more). She wondered if today it ended for him.

It was just the screen door of the kitchen that separated the two of them. He watched her with those dull, blank eyes. His skin had gone pale as milk and he looked thin as a rake. He'd been losing some of his weight every day. He looked more sick than dangerous. And that was the reason why it was so hard to pull the trigger.

He had the virus and he was on the last stage. Once you had it, nothing could save you. If the virus entered your system, it found its way to the spinal cord and moved up to the brain, rendering the central nervous system useless. Next it targeted the cerebrum, firing all your thoughts and emotions into overdrive. And the next thing you know, you are trapped in a psychosomatic fever dream--a prisoner of your own sub-conscious while the disease devoured your internal organs, one cell at a time.

But Cathy didn't have to kill her father just because he was dying a much slower and painful death. If only it was that easy. No, sir.

Once the virus has consumed all that was within you, it drove you crazy. Think of pushing a self destruct button--the infected at the last stage would go on a hunt, trying to find a healthier host to infect. Once it succeeded, the virus would leave the previous host and lodge itself into the body of the new one.

"If I don't kill him then it would be the other way around." Cathy told herself. She'd been telling that to herself for a few days now. She'd thought saying that would make it any easier. It hadn't. "No matter what I become, Cat," Dad had said after he'd got the virus. "I would never hurt you. I would always love you, Cat. Always."

Cathy glared into those dull, empty eyes. "Why did it have to be you of all people? Why Dad?!" For a moment, she almost expected him to answer her. He didn't. Cathy shook her head and looked down at the gun again.

That's when she heard a distant noise of propellers slicing the air followed by a sharp whoosh! And it was getting closer.

Cathy knew that noise. They are back! She put the gun on the dining table and rushed up the stairs to the first floor of her house. She climbed up into the attic and grabbed the "other" gun that she kept there. The whooshing noise was getting closer. She put on her gas mask (because the virus was airborne) before climbing out of the skylight and onto the roof.

She saw the plane as it was passing by from above her roof. She cocked the other gun, held it up, pulled the trigger. The flare soared up into the air before exploding into a cloud of red dust. "Hey, I'm here!" Cathy screamed, waving her arms. "I'm alive!"

The plane kept moving. Cathy screamed a little more, even jumped up and down a bit. The plane didn't stop. It kept moving. Then it disappeared.

She stood there on the roof, gazing up at the empty purple sky before looking down at her neighborhood. Abandoned houses, empty streets, stranded cars, dying trees. Corpses lying around everywhere--dead animals, dead humans.

Cathy wanted to leave, but it was starting to look more impossible everyday. The planes had been passing her by for almost a month now. She'd fired the flares more than a dozen times, only to go unnoticed.

Just how many more times? She thought. She didn't know the answer. Cathy sighed and climbed back into her house, ignoring the red cloud that still hung in the air. She went back to the kitchen and took off her gas mask. Her father was still staring in at her with his dull, blank eyes. Cathy looked at the pistol on the table, shook her head, pulled the blind over the glass screen of the backdoor. Now only a shadow of her father was visible.

Two guns and both of them useless, she thought. She tucked her pistol behind her back.She was ready to go back to her room to sleep away another lonely and uneventful day. On her way upstairs she heard it and almost didn't believe it. A knock at the door.

Is this real? she thought, or have I finally gone crazy?

Another knock. "Hey, anybody in there?" A man called out from the other side. "We saw a signal flare go off above this house. Is anybody home?"

Her eyes went wide. It actually worked?

"Anybody in there?" The man said again. Then his voice sounded a bit distant, as if addressing someone else--probably his partner. "Maybe we came to the wrong house. Nobody's answering."

Cathy jumped a little. "No, I'm here!" She yelled, rushing up to the door. "I'm alive!"

(To be continued...)

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