4 Sisters of the Apocalypse

44- Meg

Meg

Men, women and children lined up around a New York hospital as if they were waiting for a new movie to open at Christmastime. The line reached out into the parking lot and weaved in and out the cars. A third of the weary patients began collapsing onto the concrete. No one paid any attention to anyone else and the line never moved. Eventually men in hazmat suits put the prostate bodies into black body bags then heaped them onto the backs of landscaping trucks.

A woman resembling Nurse Ratchet stepped outside the double doors and blocked the front entrance.  With her hands on her hips she overlooked the massive crowd then clicked her tongue and padlocked the hospital doors. "Sorry folks! We are bursting at the seams. Come back tomorrow. Or it might be best for you to die--I mean quarantine at home."

The sickly groaned and laid down where they stood. No one wished to lose their precious place in line.

I looked again and saw thousands of bodies being burned then tossed into the Hudson River. People held signs and shouted in protest. I felt glad. Finally someone's going to do something. Then I heard, "Those bodies will kill the fish! What about the whales and turtles? Save the turtles! Save the turtles!" The outcry multiplied and plunged into madness. I watched as a shark sliced through the water and ate an elderly Jamaican woman who still struggled for life. Neither the protesters nor the government workers paid any attention.

My vision took me to a speaker on Capitol Hill. The Senator resembled Ebeneezer Scrooge from A Christmas Carol. "Let them die and decrease the surplus population."

"I beg your pardon?" Yelled a young Congresswomen.

The gruff old man behind the podium tried to sound a bit more sympathetic. "How's this? We'll vaccinate them then?"

The woman objected. "But the FDA hasn't approved of a vaccine yet!"

The elderly Senator shook his cane. "They won't know the difference. It'll calm everyone down and they can die more peacefully. Under his breath he added, "And hopefully a lot faster."

The Senator from New York yelled, "It'll be a hell of a lot cheaper!"

The young woman gasped. "This isn't right! We are to serve the people--not lie and manipulate them!"  Suddenly two heavily armed military police officers led her away in handcuffs as the entire assembly shouted, "Traitor, traitor, trailor!

Next I saw New York City shut down. Schools, theaters, department stores, office buildings and pharmacies were closed. Even famous theaters like the Apollo were boarded up. Broadway shows became a thing of the past.  The most vibrant city in the world looked like a sleepy ghosttown.

As the vision faded I trembled and collapsed into Rory's arms. "I'm glad I'm not pregnant. Jesus warned us. It's going to be so hard for pregnant mothers and nursing babies..."

Rory looked dumbfounded. "We were pregnant?"

"No Rory... I thought I might be but..." I sobbed.

Rory gathered me into his loving arms. "Someday Meg. Someday we'll have a half dozen children."

"I hope so, Rory." He reached down and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. "Not for a while though..."

"After we're married a year?" He asked hopefully.

"I hope so.. I hope we have time."

As Rory helped me up he asked, "What did you see? Did you have one of your visions like when you were a child?"

I was surprised. "You remember those?"

"How could I forget?" You predicted the Tsunami in Japan a day before it happened.

Nervously I brushed off my jeans. "I thought it was a coincidence. Besides a lot of good it did anyone. Too little too late. Who woulda believed an 8-year-old kid anyway?"

"Me." Rory gathered me into his arms. "You also predicted the earthquake in Haiti days before..."

"A million people still died. What good is knowing if you can't do something?"  I was frustrated. I hadn't had dreams or visions like this since elementary school.

"I understand... but you're not a kid anymore. Maybe God is trying to show you something."

"Maybe..." I looked into Rory's hopeful face.

"Either way let's figure it out together. You've got me kid whether you like it or not."

I hugged Rory tightly. "Oh I like it. I like it very much."

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