6. The Little Girl
Next thing I knew, I was sprinting away from my paranoia, and my enemy. I did not dare to look behind me. I wish I had.
I was running for quite a while towards my AV before I stopped cold. A little girl appeared from Quad-4. She had a lovely white dress flowing away from her footsteps. She was running towards me crying, her arms outstretched as if I was her father.
At first, it startled me and I took a step back. Who was this little girl? She had long blond hair that came down to her back, entangled and messy. Once she reached me, she hugged my leg.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
She did not answer. She just kept crying.
“Are you lost?” was my next question.
She nodded her head. I knelt down and asked, “Where are you parents?”
“At home,” she replied, frightened half to death.
“And where is home?”
She pointed in the direction where all the civilian homes were. “Over there.” “Do you know what neighbourhood?”
“Forest Grove, I think,” she said hesitantly.
“Come on, I said standing up, “I’ll take you there.”
We began walking, and for a moment, my paranoia went away. When it came
back though, it came back even stronger.
“Were you hurt?” I asked the little girl.
“What were you doing out so late?”
“My parents say never to talk to strangers.”
“I’m a policeman,” I reassured. “You can talk to me.
Her attention had changed. She was looking at the top of a building. I turned my
head and looked, but I saw nothing.
“Why were you looking up there?” I asked, completely irrelevant to our previous
“Is that your AV?” she asked.
“It is,” I responded quickly, realizing she had changed the conversation on
purpose. “Hop in quickly. There’s something weir going on here.”
“No there isn’t,” she responded quickly. “Other than this stupid curfew.”
“How old are you?”
“Didn’t your parents ever teach you to respect policemen?”
“And to respect the law?”
She fidgeted in her chair a bit and went quiet. I started the AV and we were off to
Forest Grove. We got there in twenty minutes. She did not know the number of her house so we had to start at the beginning of the neighbourhood and work our way in.
We stopped at 1345 Forest Grove. I got out of my AV. “C’mon,” I said. “Let’s go meet your parents.”
I rang the doorbell. As soon as I had rung it, the girl rang it five times consecutively. A man and a woman answered the door.
“Katherine!” yelled the man. “Where were you?”
“She was in downtown Trench,” I responded with a fake smile.
“Where?” asked the woman who was in an embrace with the little girl. “Is it true,
The girl nodded her head. I was tempted to bring up the deaths of my coworkers
so that the girl could really get it from her father, but I kept my trap shut. Instead I said, “You should watch out where this young girl goes.”
“Thank you officer,” said the man softly. “Our daughter will be treated accordingly.”
“You’re welcome and goodnight,” I said as I turned around and left. As I did just that, I heard the girl ask, “Where’s my father?” but the door closed before I could ask what was up. I decided to let the weir question out of my mind. I had bigger things to attend to, like how I would get into trouble if I was not found at my post, and who it was that killed some of my coworkers.
I got back to my AV and decided to try my radio again to see if I could communicate with my headquarters. It worked.
“Who is this trying to communicate?” asked one of the persons at the police station taking care of the radios.
“It’s me, Jacob Young.”
“Did the communications go offline?”
“They turned back on?”
“No, I uh, actually left my post so that I could contact you,” I lied. The ruth was
that I did not want to be killed let alone the little girl. “Why would you do that?”
“Everyone is either dead or missing, Mike,” I said, recognizing the voice.
“Dead? You saw them dead?”
“The only ones I didn’t see dead were the ones I couldn’t find. I believe this is the
work of violent revolutionaries!”
“We’re sending in troops to downtown Trench right away,” he responded. “I’m sure glad I got away alive,” I exclaimed.
“Now, you could be the only witness, so get to the police station right away.” “Right away, Mike,” and off I went.
I arrived just in time to hear my officer say I had to be used as bait.
“Yes. You’ll walk in as if nothing happened with a Juice-Up in your hands and
you’ll walk around Quad-4. The troops have hidden themselves and they’ll shoot anyone that tries to kill you. Sound good?”
“No! Look, why don’t you just send in another guy as if another shift has started?”
“These revolutionaries may have studied the shifts; when they end and such. We can’t underestimate them! Someone wrote out the instructions of what to do once your there.”
“Why if I don’t want to do it?”
“You’re not in the position nor the society to decide what you want and don’t want to do.”
I was about to complain when the detective showed up. “I have news about your brother.”
“You do?” I asked.
“He doesn’t have time to talk right now,” said the officer. “He has to leave.” “Just before he goes though, I wanted to say that your brother isn’t related by
I was then pushed out the station with the officer at my heels, pushing me to my
inevitable duty. I got in my AV, the officer wished me luck, and I was on my way.
I got there and grabbed out a Juice-Up can. I then skimmed over the instructions.
I got out of my AV and opened the bottle. “I know whoever you are, you cannot kill me. The troops are here! Ha!” I said this as if mad.
The plan was to make the revolutionaries think that I had left and come back in the purpose of fooling them that I got reinforcements, when in reality, I was alone. It was this sort of reverse psychology and was a long shot to say the least. They could either believe me and go away, or not believe me, try to kill me, and get crushed by the troops. Unfortunately, they chose the latter.
To be continued…