Human Extinction

Chapter Five: The Great Escape

The following morning Dawn sat in her cell waiting. Waiting for death or her freedom. Dawn stared blankly at the floor.

"It'll be fine..." she thought, "I'm fine."

However, her thoughts were interrupted by one stomping soldier dressed in complete black walking down the hall. "Aussie, Aussie, Aussie!" he shouted, "Oi, oi, oi!"

"No way that's a real soldier, what the fuck?" Dawn thought, standing up on her feet, peering through the steel bars.

Suddenly, the black figure leapt towards the door, sending Dawn flying across the cell in fear. The black figure simply chuckles and proceed to lift up their black gas masks to reveal...

"Jarrod?!" Dawn smiles.

Jarrod lowered his mask. "Hey Dawn, we've got to hurry, the interrogation starts in 5 minutes. I'm sorry I didn't come sooner," he continued to unlock the cell, "I was busy at the I.T department."

Dawn chuckles, "Where else would you be?"

As Dawn steps out of the cell, Jarrod releases a long sigh. "It pains me to put these on you," he mutters, revealing a handcuff from his pocket.

"It's not the first time," Dawn shrugged, extending her arms in front of her - wrists together.

Jarrod continues to encase Dawn's wrist in the metal claws. "It's alright though," Jarrod grins, "they're not the legit ones."

From the same pocket where the handcuffs originated from, Jarrod pulls out a ripped packaging that read; 'Party Cuffs, for a Kinky Time'.

"Maybe I could lend them to Nathan after this whole ordeal?" Jarrod suggests, raising his eyebrow. Dawn could not help but chuckle at the goofball behind her as they started walking towards the interrogation room.

***

"Here we are," Jarrod smiled as we arrive at the door of the interrogation room. "I've got to go do some techy things, they're already inside."

"Nathan?" she whispered.

"Of course, he's your representative because he was your original interrogator," he paused, "and frankly, their losing staff." Jarrod winked at her before walking off, back through the corridor where they came from. As she watched him disappear into the distance, the interrogation door swung open.

"Miss Keenly," said Nathan, "please come inside."

As she walks in she sees, the sergeant, a (real) soldier on his left, and a sharply dressed man on his right. All of them are sitting at a medal table and of course, the table is bolted to the floor.

On the opposite side of the table are two chairs - for Nathan and me.

***

"We are here to discuss your actions, Miss Keenly, actions that have cost the lives of billions of innocent people. This is George," the Sergeant gestures to the man to his right, "he will discuss the consequences of your actions in terms of the law."

Both George and Nathan open their brown folders.

"Let's get this underway, gentlemen," Nathan said, staring fiercely across the table. "As of 25th of January this year, Dawn Keenly, you blew up the Opera House in Sydney. Is this correct?" he said.

"Yeah..." Dawn shrank.

George continued to take notes on the paper within his brown folder.

"By the 6th of February, you gained a following from the internet, and organised a riot in Melbourne." Nathan calmly stated.

"I did," Dawn said.

George took more notes. But Dawn studied his notes from across the table and noticed something odd.

"On April the 3rd you released a deadly virus in Perth and on the 10th, you released it in London," Nathan said, "Is this true?"

"Yes," Dawn said looking directly at George's notes. Immediately after speaking, Dawn watched him write an 'X' on his piece of paper.

"Oh my god, he's playing tic tac toe with himself," Dawn thought.

"As a result," Nathan continued, "over half of the human population is dead."

Silence.

"Now," said the Sergeant, "George, take it away."

"Yeah, uh, Dawn, Kin- Kee- Ka-Keenly. You're gonna be sued 'cause you murrrrrder lots of people, yeah?" George slurred. Both the Sergeant and Dawn's jaws drop.

"You're joking right?" Dawn gaped. "Don't you have another lawyer who speaks English and isn't stupid?!"

"Well, Dawn, you have officially killed 66% of the world population as of last Monday." Sergeant leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.

"Good ol' George here is a complete loner before you released the Rixon virus. With zero social interaction, George-" Sargeant stopped, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Dawn wide-eyed and appalled, "The Rixion virus? Where the fuck did that come from?"

"We named it that, Mrs Keenly..." said the Sergeant.

"Did you release the virus? No, so why did you name it?" She screeched slamming her hands on the metal table. Nathan quickly acted to soothe Dawn, placing his hand on her shoulder.

"Sorry, we didn't have your phone number when we made the decision," George scoffed.

The blonde man looks up at Dawn, his glasses are huge in proportion to his face. George nodded towards Nathan, his glasses dropping to the tip of his nose. Dawn scanned his facial features before he lifted his glasses back to the bridge of his nose.

"Holy fuck, is that Mike?" Dawn thought.

"Chill, that's the least of our- your worries right now." Nathan calmly stated to Dawn.

"Keep your interviewee in check, Mr. Anderson." Sargent harshly spat at Nathan. Nathan knew what he actually meant; 'Keep the bitch in check, you're in charge'.

Suddenly, the bright bulbs flooding white light into the room changed to red.

Immediately, the soldier next to the Sergeant is on his feet. "What the fu-" he began, but was interrupted by a horrific alarm.

"Lockdown. Intruder. Lockdown. Intruder," a deep voice rang in the air.

Both Mike and Nathan look at each other. Not a second later both of them are on their feet pointing guns at the heads of the Sergeant and soldier.

BANG. BANG.