Last Light (ViceRylle)

Last Light 2

Sir Modesto Mind Raced To Understand ---- Planes falling out of the sky, crashing, burning, people dying . . . There was a power outage, but what wouldn't have caused planes to crash. Maybe there was some kind of battle going on in the air that they couldn't see. If someone was shooting the planes down, maybe they'd also knocked out the power on the ground. Was it some kind of terrorist attack?
In all his uncertainty, he knew one thing. He had to get his daughter to safety. The airport felt like a target for whatever evil hovered above them. He put his arm around Karylle and pulled her from the window. He hoped she couldn't feel his trembling. "Come on, Karylle, we're getting out of here."
For once in her life she was compliant as he pulled her up the long dark hall, past the empty gates. Several Delta ground clerks came running past them.
"Excuse me," he called out. "Can anyone tell me what's going on?"
"Power's out," one of them called back. "Nothing's working."
"Did the planes crash because the tower's electricity is down?"
"May have. We can't say for sure."
Sir Modesto frowned. That didn't make sense. Didn't pilots have emergency procedures for situations like this? Couldn't they land the planes without an air traffic controller talking them through it?
He walked Karylle past another window and saw the ball of fire, still burning. The other plane hadn't caught fire, and men rushed toward it, fighting to get the door open. Still no fire trucks had come.
"Dad, what's going on? What would make two planes crash?"
He shool his head. "No power outage, that's for sure. One of the planes must have hit a power line."
"No, the power shut down before the crashes. That's why things went quiet. I heard our plane's engine power off at the same time everything else sropped. The luggage belt, the maintenance cars . . ."
Dozens of people were at the second plane now, but they couldn't seem to get inside. He bit his bottom lip. The passengers had all probably died in the impact. How could anyone have survived? He didn't want Karylle to see them pulling the bodies out.
"Let's go to the car." Still carrying Karylle's suitcase, he headed to the exit. "Maybe we can get a signal on our phones after we leave the airport, and call your mother . She's probably heard about it on the news and can tell us what's happening."
Karylle followed him at a trot, hiccuping sobs. He reached the frint door, but it didn't open.
"Power's out, Dad," she reminded him
He turned and found a manual door. As they pushed through it, he was struck with the silence in the street. No cars moved through, and the security guards were probably helping the rescue effort. Sir Modesto and Karylle hurried across the street into the big parking garage. They'd parked on the fourth level, so they found the stairs and trudged up.
Sir Modesto was damp with sweat by the time they reached their level and made their way to his new Mercedes. He pressed the button again, but it still didn't open. Frustrated, he jabbed the key into the lock, and opened it. He threw their two bags in slammed the trunk, then tried to open his driver's door. It hadn't come unlocked with the trunk, so he manually unlocked it and got in, punching the power locks button to open Karylle's door.
But Karylle just stood there, knocking on the passenger window. He frowned at the door lock. The power locks weren't working----how could that be? The power outage couldn't extend to his car, could it? He leaned across the leather seat, and opened the passenger door.
As Karylle got in, he put the key into the ignition and turned it . . . but nothing happened.
Karylle just looked at him. " The car's dead, too? Dad, this is like the Twilight Zone. What could cause this?
"Got me."
Sir Modesto looked around. Usually cars circled everywhere, competing for parking spots. But not today. He got out and walked to the edge of the garage, looked over to the roads that took them out of the place. There were a few cars lined up at the pay booth, but they weren't moving. No cars ran on the streets leading to the interstate, thought several seemed stalled in the middle of the road. People stood outside their vehicles, opening the hoods . . .
Sir Modesto went back to his car and tried turning the key again, to no avail. He tested the radio. Atill nothing. "I don't believe this."
Karylle found a Kleenex and blew her nose. "This is just great! Are we going to have to stay in this creepy place with planes crashing all around us? I want to go home."
He turned to the backseat and saw a Walkman one of the kids had left there. He Grabbed it, shoved the headphones on, and tried to get a station.
All he got was silence.
"Nothing?" Karylle asked.
"Nothing."
" Maybe it's all the metal in the garage, blocking the radio waves."
He got back out of the car, took it to the edge of the garage, and tried again. Still nothing.
Slowly, he removed the headphones as the stark realization took hold of him. Everything was dead. Electricity, phones, cars, radio waves . . . even planes in midflight.
As he got back into his useless car, Sir Modesto felt the world spinning out of control.
And he was powerless to stop it.

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Hi manga sibs! I hope you like my Copyright story (honest to plamishhh!) Ps: dahil koripot ako sa papel . . . . Kaya sa kamay ko nalang nilagay para effort na effort talaga hehehe.