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I’m looking for.
The radio announces that the Center for Disease Control has just
issued a report. There’s a simple bacteria group in the city’s
water supply. No one is going to die from it. It’s making people
ill, but it is non-lethal.
    Officer Denton shrugs and yells. “What the hell are
we doing if the thing isn’t deadly? This is fucked!”
    “Pull the plug!” I yell back. No one hears me. My
voice is weak. I repeat loud enough to squelch my tears. “Open the
gates!”
    “What?” Denton shrieks. “We’re ordered to keep this
locked up!”
    “I take full responsibility here. Open the bridge.
Let everyone that can get out, get out!” I lower my weapon. The
other officers follow my lead. I’m their senior and have never led
them astray. Denton pulls the barbed wire away and the crowd spills
past us like an overflowing river after a heavy rain.
    I push my way back to my cruiser to see if I can get
it off the road. The crowd continues flooding the bridge, thousands
of very scared people, none having heard that the bug is
harmless.
    I fire up the engine and pull off the road to let
traffic through. People start driving across the bridge recklessly.
After a few hectic minutes, the crowd finally thins. I relax.
That’s when I see it.
    Thick white smoke arcs into the sky. It must have
been a rocket fired from a rooftop nearby. I watch it burn deeper
and deeper into the atmosphere and disappear. A cold sensation
erupts up my spine. This is about to get worse.
    Suddenly, my cruiser goes dead. It just shuts off. I
try the ignition, nothing. The remaining cars around me stop. The
traffic lights blink out as well. I pull out my cell phone, dead.
The rocket must have been an EMP attack. All electronics within a
certain radius are fried or useless. I try my radio. It too is
dead. Shit, Zilla never said anything about an EMP. Why would the
government do that? Another thing to blame on Sudanese rebels?
    Movement to my right catches my attention. An old
Chevy truck is unaffected by the death of the electronics and is
heading right for me! It hits the onramp going over forty miles an
hour. The old truck is aiming for the gap between my cruiser and a
red Honda. I grab by seatbelt and clip it just as the truck slams
into my passenger side. It’s just the right force to knock me off
the onramp and tip me over the rail. I hit hard, nose first. The
front of the cruiser crumples. My airbag fails to deploy but my
seat belt cinches tight. My car continues to topple over on its
roof. When I hit, windows shatter and the roof caves in. I cover my
face and wait for the cruiser to stop moving.
    I’m hurt, but not too badly. I unclip my seatbelt and
fall onto the ceiling of the cruiser. I’ve landed on two other
vehicles that had been stopped before entering the lower level of
the bridge. Both sides of my cruiser are smashed in and the doors
won’t budge. I can’t squeeze out the front windshield, and the
steel cage prevents me from crawling out the back. I’m trapped.
    I feel a surge of anxiety so I scream. It makes my
head feel dizzy. I get so dizzy that I start gasping for breath.
I’m gonna die. I’m gonna die just like my mother.
     

     
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    My mother had driven herself off a bridge and into
the river when I was young. We all thought it was an accident until
they dragged the car off the river bottom and found her body. They
found a note in her pocket. She had drug problems, serious ones.
She had a lot to say about herself and her problems, but didn’t
write one word to me.
    That first night away from home was the worst for me.
I was abandoned and alone. I was discarded trash. I tried to
picture what it was like for her in that car. I wanted to be in
there with her, to die with her.
    I was sent to a boarding house where I would spend
the next few years bouncing around from foster home to foster home.
It was absolute hell.
    Finally, after I failed my freshman year of high
school, I was adopted by Beth and Ricky. Beth was