|Static (standard:science fiction, 1340 words)|
|Author: Andrew R||Added: Jun 16 2002||Views/Reads: 1523/983||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Locked in a bunker, away from the danger. Is that music I hear? I have a strange urge to dance, just dance and sing, forever and ever.|
Static Focus...focus... Look at that candle, that'll help. No, it hurts, light flickering, changing too much. My head is throbbing, like something is inside pounding to escape, through my eyes, through my nose, I'm trying desperately to block it out... Shit, is that panpipe music I can hear? Oh no, it's too late...shit, I'm sorry, please forgive me...(static on the monitor). Static sound. The two men looked at the monitor for a moment caught in the monotonous drone of the static, somehow hypnotic. Brane shook his head noticing what he was doing, he broke the monotony, 'so what do you think Anthony?' The other man looked at him, his face ashen grey and weathered, 'what do I think? I think you already know.' He turned away from Brane and moved towards the door, turning back with the same expression, 'We're doomed.' Anthony left the room, footsteps heavy. Brane sighed, he leaned back on his chair looking around the dark room he occupied as if taking it in for the first time. The walls seemed to be held up by dust, battle weary would be how he would describe it but he wasn't sure how appropriate that was. Brane flicked the switch on the monitor to kill the static; the low thrum of machinery took over. The wheezy organs of the instillation pumped air from the surface. Brane wasn't sure what would be worse, being up there, like them, or stuck down here in this claustrophobic tomb with Anthony. There were others once; the instillation had enough room for fifty people to sustain themselves for up to four years. Originally built as a nuclear bunker in the cold war days, Brane chuckled when he thought of the real threat that had conquered the world. Oh how foolish they had all been, nobody saw the signs, they just thought it was some sort of popular fad, then maybe a harmless cult. Who would have thought music could be so damaging, no one human anyway. Trust those alien shits to come up with something cunning like that. Now it was just Brane and Anthony, he laughed at the irony, the two people who got on the least in the whole group where the only ones left. Even before any of this happened they hadn't got on, Anthony just didn't seem to get Brane's sense of humour, too uptight Brane thought. Where was the harm in putting deep heat in someone's underwear? Julian had been there last hope; he had lived up there for the longest amount of time, Brane and Anthony had just assumed that he was immune to the virus. They were wrong and Julian had paid the ultimate price, he was one of them now. Probably wearing his pauncho and playing his panpipes right now. Brane sighed again and got up to find Anthony, they would have to talk about it, decide what they were going to do. They still weren't completely sure how the virus took hold, or why the victims displayed such bizarre behaviour before they died. Obsessive listening to panpipe music, the need to wear a pauncho and dance in public where all sure signs the virus had taken hold. Harmless enough except for the fact that the victims ceased to be self-sufficient so they slowly starved to death, happy in their own delusion. Some were able to make a little money before their deaths, or at least in the early days, when everyone still thought it was just a new trend in the busking culture. It started with people noticing that every town centre in the world had a group of buskers playing panpipe music, seemingly endlessly. But it was when the ordinary people of the towns started joining the buskers in their music that the governments became suspicious, at first they just assumed it was a harmless cult, by the time they had figured out how dangerous it was it was already too late. A few months after the first followers where noticed most of the worlds population was infected, happily listening to music and dancing in town centres everywhere. That's when the deaths started, starvation mostly, but there where also a few cases of accidental death, falling into rivers and such like, too busy dancing to panpipes to notice. Some people resisted longer than others and they decided that it must be a virus, the world was in chaos, governments in ruin and still nobody really knew what was going on. Brane, Anthony, Julian and a few others had worked in the electrical substation linked to the nuclear bunker. They had been out of the way enough to panic first before thinking what Click here to read the rest of this story (50 more lines)
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