Chapter 1
General Townsen scurried to one of the tunnels which led out of his station. Channels which were miles long, dark and ominous. He jumped into a vehicle and screamed at the driver, “Hurry!”
“Yes, Commander Sir. Right away!” saluted the soldier and turned on the ignition with urgency. Saying nothing more, the soldier took off through the underpasses swerving from one to the next—a labyrinth of passages, none very distinct from the other. Only a person with complete knowledge of where each shaft led knew where he or she might be going.
Such was the criticality of General Townsen’s mien that he could scarcely catch his own breath. “HURRY!” practically screamed General Townsen as he busied himself dialing an enigmatic number into his military issued cellphone. Someone picked up the other line but said nothing, they merely listened for instructions. “Initiate Project Armageddon, pronto!”
“Sir, yes sir!” exclaimed the person on the other end. Then the call was dropped.
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Genesis felt a familiar searing sensation in her throat; the one that told her that she needed to feed. The one, that she’d grown to recognize as her second nature.
She had never really been outside of the walls of her confinement, except to visit the library with her father and the few times that Tracy Wilderman took her to the mall. She knew nothing of where to obtain sustenance. But, she knew something … she knew that she was superior to all, so if she needed to feed then all she had to do was take it.
Moments earlier Genesis had landed in a freakishly vacant town. Eerie. Unnerving, even.
Well, Genesis surmised, perhaps to anyone but me. I wonder who is here.
With every gust of wind, Genesis’ mahogany hair lifted, swayed, then fell like a dance. Her tri-colored, red, black and yellow eyes squinted as she used her superhuman vision to scan the premises. Nothing could get away from her unprecedented gaze. Even the slightest movement would and could be seen. The chill in the air did nothing to perturb the scaly suppleness of Genesis’ deep red skin.
Behind the weathered, concave walls of a decaying beige house Genesis saw movement. The look of her vision was akin to projecting an x-ray through night vision spectacles. A richness of blacks, reds, greens and yellows; image negatives, but not.
