The signal is breaking. Links unsecured. We have to meet.
My message is simple. It has taken little thought.
It is a consequence of where we are at. Nothing left for us to do.
I wait. The replies come soon enough.
Thomas. Michaela and Petra send emoji’s of agreement.
Thumbs sticking up, nodding dog heads, pair of hands clapping, that sort of thing.
I wait for more. They come in bursts. James. Simone. Phillipa. Bart.
Then Matty, Johnny, Judy and Thaddia. We’re all in agreement. The time has come. It’s not safe. Crowley’s damned hackers are closing in…
Thomas comes back with
The Field. 4.
I know. We all know what that means.
In 4 hours we meet at the Field.
The field of Marigolds. It’s been on TV every day. The location a secret to many…but we know how to find it.
So this is it. It’s time to meet those I’ve never met.
A rush of dread and expectation flies through me. For a selfish moment I wonder what Judy looks like. I always like what she has to say…
They are here…
His message sends shock waves through my body.
Then for ages there’s nothing.
I scramble to log off. Alone again.
A scream from outside. From next door maybe. I push back off my chair. I sit panting in the corner of my room. Then there’s another. Only this one is inside the house.
Courage finds me. I flee to the door, swing it open.
“Dad!” One of them’s attacking him!
I reach for my cricket bat. I race into the room and with all my might I swing hard.
Mum’s head turns sideways. Her neck cracks. Would have broken if she wasn’t already dead.
Dad lies there panting, looking up at me. His eyes are thankful, if not a little shocked, his face splattered with his wife’s blood.
“Get the chains, son,” he says, as Mum lies twitching on the carpet…