Terror

Chapter Thirty-One

For those involved without freak powers, they had their own separate hearing. Zane could tell from the small number of them that they had gathered that the freaks were more important in the case.

Among the group , only five had been called to testify due to their names being mentioned during interviews. In addition to Zane, the others included Hanna, Nelson, Yara, and Mark.

While they had all provided brief statements to the police—like most had—he knew something was going on when the courtroom door suddenly burst open before the hearing even started.

"One of the freaks retrieved information," someone panicked.

All five of them just stared at each other with furrowed eyebrows. One lawyer stepped forward to over to speak to the person who had panicked.

The question on his mind was: who had information that they could exploit? Scarlett or Greyson? No, both had been slowly changing, but one person popped into his head.

"The crackheads," Zane said.

"Excuse the interruption," the lawyer named Brock said.

Their own lawyer had told them that it's mainly about what jobs you did and what you did during that time.

The police had been asking questions about what happened that day or about who caused the conflict. All five of them would be the most charged out of any of them, unless they did side charges for those less involved.

It's not even much of a court hearing, but a discussion on what led to Simcoe becoming ash. It's all to pass the blame on them for the ruins of everything that has happened.

"We'd like to call up Zane Wilson," Brock called.

He approached wooden stand. The courtroom felt smaller than expected; there were fewer spectators and jurors, that almost seemed like a practice.

Brock began his questioning with a direct approach. "Zane, many people recognize you as someone who stepped during the challenging times, particularly for your contributions to the fire department. Could you elaborate on the certain duties when providing assistance?"

"I used the firehose when houses or buildings caught fire when we had electricity. I'd give resources like blankets and pillows to the daycare when it was still there," Zane admitted.

In the beginning, he had been the head of the fire department, but things started to change when Jason stepped down. He then led things through, like creating the trenches, putting together the best groups, and implementing regulations.

"So, you are admitting that you have used belongings from people's homes without even knowing whose they were?" Brock inquired.

"I've admitted it because if I hadn't, we'd be burned to death by snow or fires. I've carried bodies to be buried or dug trenches so people could stay warm when we were staring death in the face. There was a lot of blood, lungs, intestines, and urine to dump out as well."

People in the small crowd looked sick talking about the illness. Inflammatory Death could have killed him, but he was one of the lucky survivors. Even if it had been difficult fighting through everything, he had been the one person they would turn to for advice.

"And this happened was the storm your peers have mentioned?" Brock probed further.

Zane nodded his head. "I'll admit I've had to make cement blocks to block large holes that killed many children."

"Many of you were found to be driving underage, as the legal driving age in Canada is sixteen, but only when accompanied by an adult. We've also received reports about gun use among youth and have obtained photographs documenting some incidents."