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EXODUS Entry 2

2010-11-18T10:27:00.001-08:00

Chapter Two

I wake up with a gasp and clutch the phantom pain in my chest. Even though it was all a virtual training program, the pain feels real when you’re in the middle of it. I slam my fists on the arm rests before I unhook myself.

They’re never going to let me into the military if I can’t complete this mission.

I hang my head low as I enter the control room waiting for the monitor to scold me of my

failure yet again.
You can imagine my surprise when the monitor is smiling.
“You do realize that nobody as young as you has ever made it that far right Erroll?”
It’s not good enough for me. And what does my age have anything to do with it. So what if I have to be 18 to technically join the military. I bet if I could complete this mission they would finally allow me to join early.
Some of my peers are already serving their time, but you have to have your parent’s permission to do so. And since my parents are about as far away as can be, I’m stuck waiting until my age deems me mature enough to fight.
It doesn’t help that the General doesn’t look too highly upon me. It is pretty much his fault that I’m stuck here while my family and girlfriend, Hayley, are away.
Wait, I keep calling Hayley my girlfriend. That’s odd. What I mean to say is that she is a girl and a friend, we haven’t quite crossed over into the relationship category just quite yet. Things were going smoothly with us before I got banished from crossing over with everyone else.
And now she has spent the last 2 years over there and I know Darren Damien has been all over her since day one. Man I hate that guy. What a stupid name too.
I guess to be fair it wasn’t the Generals fault, it was really his son Darren’s. But did he get punished? Nope, just me. That seems to be they way it always goes for me though, I always end up being the poster boy of punishment. Someone needs to be made an example for others to learn their lesson, and that person was always me.
The General has always had it out for me ever since I punched Darren in the first grade for calling my mother a bad name. Ever since then, every little thing I do gets blown way out of proportion.
At least he can’t stop me from entering the fight simulators. The day I turned 16 I have spent nearly every day in there, trying to become a better solider so when I finally do get to join the military I will be better prepared.
I don’t overly care to join so I can fight the wars here on earth, I really just want to prove to my country that I am good enough to be sent over to Zola to be with my parents and girlfriend.
Dang it, I did it again. I mean Hayley is my friend that is a girl.
All this time and I forgot the Monitor was staring at me as if waiting for me to say something back to him. I think he complimented me. Oh yeah, I now remember that I was disappointed that I couldn’t finish.
But I guess being the youngest person to get that far is good in of itself.
“Thanks Mitch. Maybe next time, huh?”
“Same time tomorrow?”
I nod as I walk out. I glance at my watch, I still have 2 hours until dinner time. This gives me a perfect time to go to the Coma Room in the hospital and visit my family and friends.

The Coma Room is aptly named. It is a warehouse in the basement of the hospital filled with the 499 unconscious bodies of the travelers to the planet Zola. There is one empty cot next to my parents.
As I sit down on that cot I can’t help but think about the fact that my body was supposed to be lying here with my parents. My parents look exactly the way they did the day they left. Except now they are hooked up to machines to keep their bodies alive for the day their consciousnesses are transferred back from Zola. There is still three more years until that day comes when those who want to return can.
I have a sinking suspicion that my parents will not be among those that return to Earth. Ever since the Zolans first visited our planet and shared their knowledge with us, my parents were studied every little thing they could get their hands on. It worked out in their benefits since they are now are one of the people that run the Ambassador program.
Think of it like studying abroad. Only much more complicated.
The Zolans, with their advances in technology, created clones on their planet of all 500 of the Ambassadors. They also shared the knowledge with us on how to transfer our consciousnesses to those clones on Zola. When the day came, 499 of them were sent over two years ago.
As I sit on the empty cot, I can’t help but realize the irony of the situation. The day of the transfer, there were 500 full cots on Zola. And now, the only body that remains over there is my clone, waiting to wake up the day my consciousness is allowed to get sent over.
But that day is nowhere on the horizon.
“Hey dad.” I place my hand on his shoulder as if he could feel me. It makes me feel better to think he can. “I got to the end of the fight simulator today. I didn’t beat it though, but Mitch, remember him? The Monitor guy that lived down the street from us? Well, he said I’m the youngest person to ever get that far. Pretty exciting right?”
I pause for a moment imagining what my father’s reaction would be. He would be happy, sure, but there would also be a challenging look in his eye. As if I can do better. Which is true, I can do better.
“I know what you’re thinking dad, but that means when I do finally beat it, I’ll be the youngest person to win.”
Maybe then he will be proud of me.
I wish our last words could have been something better. They’ve haunted me for the last two years and nothing I seem to do can shake them from my memories. We stood at the door of the Coma Room and he looked me in the eyes and shook his head.
He didn’t say anything like he loved me, or he’ll miss me, nope. All he said was “I’m disappointed in you.”
I can’t really blame him, I mean all he really knew was that two days before the transfer I got busted for being involved in a fight. According to the General, I was too high a risk to be sent over to Zola as an Ambassador. His word to describe me was volatile.
I had to look that word up in the dictionary, and I’m still not sure how that describes me, but it seemed to make sense to my father.
He was so embarrassed and angry at me that he didn’t speak to me at all for the last two days. Then when he finally did say something to me, that was all he said. I wasn’t going to see my father for 5 years and that was all he wanted to say to me?
But like I said, I can’t really blame him. I guess in his shoes I’d be pretty disappointed in myself too. What he didn’t realize was the reason for the fight. All he could see was the outcome.
I walk over and kneel at my mother’s bedside. I couldn’t stay with my father for too long, it usually upsets me too much. My mother was the beacon of warmth and comfort though. The two days before the transfer, it was like she couldn’t hug me enough. She told me she was trying to get 5 years worth of hugs in those two days. Talk about embarrassing.
Truth be told though, I’d give anything to have another one of those hugs from her. They made me feel safe. And more importantly, they made me feel normal.
Hardly anyone makes me feel normal. Most adults around here look at me as if I’m some problem child because my “incident” as they call it, became world famous since it barred me from visiting the new planet.
Everyone thinks I’m some wild kid who is ready to blow at the slightest provocation. Like I’m some thug just looking for a fight. When in fact I’ve only ever been in two. The one in first grade, then the one right before the Transfer.
Ironically both were because Darren provoked me. I swear he did it because he knew what my punishment would be. Without me around, Darren had free-reign on flirting with Hayley.
Man I hate that kid.
I shake my head as if that will remove the thoughts from my mind. I lean over and kiss my mother’s forehead to remind me why I am in this room, and it isn’t to dwell on my anger. It is to visit those I love.
Not that I love everyone that I visit. I mean I love my parents, and I love my best friend, Hubert, like a brother. And then there’s Hayley. I can’t say that I love her like a sister. I don’t really remember what it felt like to have a sister but I know it wasn’t like this. I can’t say exactly how I feel about her at all actually. I know she makes me feel something special, but other than that I can’t describe it. But that isn’t why I am here.
“I’m sorry I keep getting distracted mom. I promise I am all yours now. I hope everything is going well on Zola. Guess what I did last night? I cleaned the entire house, top to bottom. Well, I mean I finished it last night, it’s taken me a better part of a week. I found the old music box you bought for Frieda.”
Frieda was my sister. She was kidnapped when we were both younger. My parents paid the ransom but she was never found. I guess there’s a chance that she is still alive out there somewhere, but I’ve long ago accepted the fact that she is probably dead. Morbid, I know, but when you wait ten years to find someone, eventually you run out of hope.
It’s not so bad anymore. The earlier years were the roughest, but now it’s kinda just a part of life. Yeah, I have a sister who was kidnapped and is probably dead. Not really a big deal anymore. It’s not insensitive to say that, it’s calloused. There’s a big difference.
“I wound it up and fell asleep to it last night. I had dreams of her. Well, of us. I dreamt what it would be like if we were all together. We were on Zola, and I was trying to get out of going to school for the day. Like always. But not Frieda. She was dressed and ready to go learn something new before any of us had breakfast yet. At least I imagine she would still be like that. Do you think she would still like school?”
I wish my mother would answer me. Sadly, if my mother were in her body, I wouldn’t have talked to her about my sister. That’s a subject we stopped talking about a long time ago. I guess it hurts less for my parents to think she never existed. But I know better. I used to hear my mom crying at night sometimes when my dad was at work and she thought I was sleeping. I peeked in the door one night and saw her holding a picture of all four of us. When we were a real family.
“I miss her too mom.”
I kiss my mom on the forehead again and walk away. Too much sadness today. The only cure for that? My best friend Hubert.
Hubert isn’t exactly what you would call normal. Sometimes it seems as if he never really grew out of certain things. When we all got older and stopped playing with action figures or watching cartoons, Hubert never changed. His parents even took him to the doctors once, but they said nothing was wrong with him.
But that’s kinda why I like him. Hubert makes me feel like there isn’t a care in the world. Sometimes he would want to go to the swings and we would just sit there for hours talking. We never stressed about school or girls or sports or anything, we just hung out. It’s almost like Hubert missed the day that the rest of us teenagers lost our innocence.
He gets made fun of a lot for that, but that’s why he has me for a friend. I stick up for him, and threatened to get in many more fights for him, but thankfully it never came to that. The beauty of it is that he never really realizes that he is getting picked on. I always wondered what his world looked like. I swear the colors must be brighter and the birds must sing more. I wish I could see that, just for one day.
It’s good I’m around for him. Otherwise he wouldn’t have any friends. I used to think that he wouldn’t have even noticed if he didn’t have friends, because he seems like he could be fine completely alone. But one time he went on vacation and his parents said he actually seemed depressed until he came home and we hung out. Maybe he only needs one friend.
I sit on the floor and lean my back against his cot. Sometimes I feel more like an older brother to him than his best friend, but I’m okay with that too.
I wish he could have stayed behind with me. His parents were really worried about taking him with them as an Ambassador, but in the end they couldn’t part with him. Once the doctor checked him out, there was nothing I could do to stop them. I hope he found another friend up there, otherwise it’s going to feel like that vacation again, only longer without me.
“What’s up Hubert? Your favorite comic book came out today, I bought it for you earlier and put it in the box with all the others. Man, you are going to have so much to read when you get back. I peeked at it, it’s getting pretty good. You’d never guess what. Someone, who you thought was good, ended up being evil all along. I won’t tell you who, I don’t want to ruin it for you, but man, I didn’t see it coming. I’m actually still not sure how I feel about it. I’d love your opinion on it.”
I close my eyes and try to wonder what he is doing up there on Zola. “Are you watching out for Hayley for me like you promised? You make sure to remind her everyday that I’m still around down here. And tell her that Darren is a creep, okay? You promised.”
I say goodbye and stand up to walk toward Hayley. This is where I always run into the same problem.
For some reason everyone else down here just seems like they’re sleeping so I have no problem just talking to them like normal. But there’s something different about Hayley. The last time I saw her she seemed so still and lifeless. I had a mini panic attack and had to run out the room. I wanted to shake her awake so bad, but I knew it wouldn’t do anything.
I can’t take another step. I see her in the distance. I want to sit by her side and talk to her, but it’s too difficult with her. I can’t look at her. I can’t talk to her. What’s the point anyway? She can’t hear me.
I wish I was on Zola right now. Everything would be so much better.
“Attention: Will Erroll Redd please report to Admin office 256. Erroll Redd to Admin office 256 immediately.”
Did my name just get called over the loudspeaker? I thought that only happened in school. I didn’t even know the Coma Room had a loudspeaker. And Admin room 256? I thought the offices stopped at 250. I haven’t been to the Admin offices since the day I got told I wasn’t getting transferred.

In my experience I’ve found that the only time you are called is for bad news, so every step I take is a tentative one. I take one last glance back at Hayley and am actually thankful for the excuse not to visit her. At least this way I wouldn’t have to stare at her wondering what to say.

I feel my heart racing and a sickness growing in my stomach as I exit the Coma Room and make my way to the administration building.

Chapter Three

The Administration offices I’m heading to is a large two story building located in Downtown. It’s impossible to miss. It’s the shortest of the Downtown buildings but it takes up an entire city block. It’s also the only building around that seems to be made up entirely of this red stone. I think they call it brick. It’s one of a kind and really kinda cool to look at, I just wish it served a more fun purpose.

You don’t get more boring than the admin building. It’s sectioned off to have a bunch of smaller offices inside designated to all the main departments. It’s also where the courthouse is located. As well as the Generals office. Hence, my last few visits here.

As soon as you walk into the room, there are two guards that search you to make sure you aren’t bringing in anything dangerous. And since I’m not, I’m ushered inside to the main receptionist desk.

Before I even say my name, the older woman nods at me. “Proceed to the elevator Mr. Redd, they are expecting you.”

I really want to ask her what this is all about, but she seems pretty tight-lipped. I think my best way to get information is to actually hurry up and get to the office.

Surprisingly, there is another guard in the elevator. He nods at me and uses his key to open a small panel. I’ve never even noticed that panel before, let alone seen anyone push the unmarked button. The elevator rises and we land at floor 2.5. When the elevator door opens I see a very short hallway with five doors on each side.

I take a hesitant step out and the guard doesn’t seem to be accompanying me. As soon as I clear the elevator, the doors close again and I hear it descend. The door to my left is room 251, so I walk down the hall. In no time at all I stand in front of the door marked 256.

I’m not sure what the protocol is here. Do I just walk in or do I knock? I don’t even know what is inside this room. There could be another receptionist waiting for me, or for all I know it could just be a big empty room with a single chair in the center of it. I really hope it isn’t as foreboding as that.

I guess I waited at the door too long because after a few seconds, someone opens it from the inside. He is a young man, maybe in his mid-twenties, dressed in full military garb. He also nods at me. People in this building seem to nod a lot.
“Come in Mr. Redd.”
I’m not used to people calling me that. That’s what they call my dad. I don’t mention this as I step past him and into the room.
It is indeed nothing but a large room, and there is a single chair in the center, but what I didn’t imagine was the chair faced a long table with several important people sitting at it. This reminds me of when I got punished.
My mind quickly races to the last few weeks and I wonder if I have done anything wrong. As far as I can tell, there is no reason I should be getting in trouble. Not like that has mattered in the past though.
My heart drops a little when I see that the General is one of the people sitting in the chairs on the other side of the table. I recognize a few of the other people too, and I’m surprised to see all of them. Least of whom is the Vice President himself.
An older woman with long gray hair stands up and smiles at me. I know this woman well. She is the Earthbound liaison for the Ambassadors. She works directly with my parents.
“Hello Erroll.”
“Hello Mrs. Montgomery.”
“Please have a seat.”
With no other option available, I sit down at the lone chair and adjust to attempt to get myself comfortable. But this is not a comfortable room. There is a tension in the air that is undeniable.
The other thing that is easy to notice is that every single one of the people behind the table seem so very, very tired as if they haven’t slept for days.
We all stare at each other in awkward silence. I feel as if they are waiting for me to say something, but all I want to do is remind them that they called me here. So I sit and wait.
The General is the first one to speak.
“This is a mistake.”
The others shoot him a warning look. The Vice President is the only one to respond. “Your opinion has been duly noted General Damien. But need I remind you that it was a unanimous decision on our part to bring Mr. Redd in here today. Even the President agrees.”
The President knows who I am?
“You don’t know Erroll like I do, and with all do respect, neither does Mr. President.”
I’m happy the awkward silence is broken and all, but all this talk is only further confusing me. And kind of scaring me too. I think Mrs. Montgomery sensed that as well.
“I’m sorry Erroll, you must be very confused about what is going on.”
“Yes ma’am,” is all I can mutter out.
She looks to the Vice President, he gives her a nod of approval.
“We need to discuss an incident with you regarding Zola.”
The word “incident” is never a good thing. It is usually a nice way to say something bad has just happened. And since everyone I love is on that planet, she has my undivided attention.
“We’ve lost contact with them. All our attempts to reach them have failed. We weren’t concerned at first, but then two days ago we got an emergency wave that said everyone was in trouble.”
I’m hearing the words, but they’re having a hard time processing in my mind. That could mean so much. I decide to try to back up and start over again so I can better understand what is happening.
“When did you lose contact with them?”
Mrs. Montgomery clears her throat before she answers me. “We actually, uh, never could set up contact. This entire time.”

“What? They’ve been gone for two year and you’ve never had any contact with them?”

I was told that it was too expensive for me to contact my parents over there so I had to

just wait for them to return, but I never imagined it was because they never set up contact in the first place.
“To be fair, there was a lot about this program that we couldn’t understand. The Zolans set everything up for us and we thought everything would work out fine. Before the Zolans left, we had not yet tested out the communication system so we naturally just assumed it was broken this entire time. That is until we got the emergency wave. We now think something may have either gone wrong recently, or was wrong all along and we just now got word of it.”
“Are my parents alive?”
I hear a deep sigh come from Mrs. Montgomery. “I don’t know.”
It feels like a hand has just gripped my heart. Have I been talking to corpses these last two years when I thought they were my friends and family? How could they not know? How could they never tell me that there was a problem from the beginning.
“I’m going to get right to the point son.” The Vice President rose from his chair and began to walk toward me. “You provide us with a unique opportunity.”
“And what is that?”
“As you know, the planet Zola is too far for us to reach with our current state of space travel. We were hoping the Zolans would bestow that knowledge on us but it has yet to happen. Until then we are at the mercy of what technology they have left behind. It doesn’t do us a lick of good to send our consciousnesses over since we got nowhere to go.”

I think I’m starting to see why I am here.

“But I do.”

“That’s right son. You have a body ready and waiting for you. What we want to do is

transfer you to your clone. When you’re arrive, you need to find five key members of the council. There is a capsule that when they take it, will automatically separate their clone from their consciousness and send it back to their bodies. We will then get a report from them in regards to the status of the mission.”

The Vice President is know standing right in front of me. He kneels down and looks me eye to eye. “I know you miss your family son. I’m not so sure I agree with the Generals decision to ban you from getting sent over with your mom and dad, but it works for us now. And if you complete this mission, and all is well, then you can stay there with them. Your punishment will be over, and you can start clean on Zola.”

“I thought you said there is a problem there. Everyone is in danger? How would I be able to stay there? And why not just send everyone back at once?”

“Hold up son. Let’s just slow down a bit. We don’t know the entire message that was sent

to us so it could be nothing more than an out of context sentence in a longer piece, so let’s not go jumping to conclusions until we know what is happening.

“And as far as sending everyone back, well that would be more of the conclusion jumping. Truth be told, it is a might expensive bit of energy to transfer people over so we don’t want to use that money unless it deems entirely necessary, you hear? And besides, we don’t have a way to ‘pull’ them back down here, they have to be sent from over there. And without a way to contact them, why, I guess you’re our only hope. What do you say?”

I don’t even hesitate before telling him that of course I will go. It’s what I’ve always wanted, although I always dreamt it would be under better circumstances.

The Vice President patted me on the knee. “I knew you’d come through for us. We’ll give you a few hours to get your affairs in order, and you’ll meet the General and Mrs. Montgomery back in the Coma Room in three hours. We thank you sir.”

I don’t know what affairs he thinks a sixteen year old has when his friends and family are on another planet, possibly in danger, so I tell them I’d rather leave as soon as possible.

Once outside the Admin building, I am ushered into a car, but the General decides to join me. As we drive off, it is just the two of us in the back, and I imagine the driver has been trained to not listen to the conversations behind him.

“I know why you don’t want me to go General, but I assure you...”

“Stuff it, kid.” The General cuts me off. “You need to listen to me carefully. I can’t change their decision, so if you’re the one that is going, then that’s that. What we need to do now is get you fully prepared for what you may be facing.”

“I thought I’m just sending those 5 people back.”

“All my years of experience tells me that something stinks here. Not only have we not been in contact with our Ambassadors, but the Zolans haven’t contacted us at all since the Transfer. I think something is going on here, and it’s up to you to find out what. And I don’t care what the Vice President says, if you find out something is wrong, you get everyone together and you send them back over here.”

“I don’t know how to do that.”

The General proceeds to explain to me that one of his computer scientists have programmed a hack to be intercepted in my brain during the Transfer with base knowledge on how to create the capsule to send the individuals back in case there are none to be found. I will also be given the knowledge on how to operate the transfer system to send everyone back to Earth.

And then he surprises me.

“I’ve been monitoring your progress in the fight simulators. You’re very impressive for your age. If you were interested in joining the military when you become of age, you have my approval. But just remember, when you’re over there it isn’t a simulator. You die over there and you don’t wake up. Understand me?”

All I can do is nod my head.

Okay this is freaking me out. First they tell me something is wrong over there, then the Vice President tells me it might not be that big of a deal, then the General is telling me I may be going into combat. I don’t know what to think.

My father would tell me not to make anything worse by worrying about it until I know exactly what I am facing. I just wish he were here to tell me that himself. At least if everything goes okay, I’ll be able to see him soon. I wish he could be there when I wake up, but since nobody is expecting me to show up... I hope someone is there at least...

“What if they didn’t even keep my body?”

The General is surprised by my question. “What do you mean?”

“I mean if I didn’t wake up with them, and if they explained that I wasn’t coming over, what if they just destroyed my clone? I can’t transfer to nothing, right? Won’t that kill me?”

The General opens his mouth as if to say something then shuts it again for a moment. “You know, in all our discussions, that has never come up.”

“Okay... but I’m right, aren’t I? If I get sent out and there’s no receiver, I just disappear into space don’t I?”

“We don’t really now the science behind it, but yes that is what our theoretical scientists postulate.”

“Awesome.” I say, laced with sarcasm. So not only is there a possible problem on Zola, but I may not even make it over there to find out.

“Do you want to back down?”

I feel like my breakfast is coming back up, but I hold it down. “No. I have to try.”

I know sometimes I say a lot of things that I don’t mean, but I have never meant anything more that that statement. No matter what may be waiting for me on Zola, I have to try. After all, I’m their only hope.

I’m their only hope? I take a few deep breaths to try to shake this weight attempting to creep up on my shoulders. How can I be the only hope? Why couldn’t there be someone else, anyone else, that could do this. What am I thinking for going out there? If something goes wrong, I can’t really do anything to stop it.

“Hey! You stay focused on me, you hear?” It seems that the General has noticed my oncoming panic attack.

I nod my head and attempt to catch my breath. I have to just try, I keep telling myself.

No matter what, I have to try.

EXODUS Entry 1

2010-11-18T10:07:00.000-08:00

Chapter One

I’ve been in this situation exactly 56 times and I almost always forget to duck. As I hit the

ground, the bullets whiz overhead and smash into the brick wall behind me. There’s nothing like a shower of rubble landing on your head to make you thankful that you’re still alive. But I still have a long way to go.

I peek around the corner and I see the two gunmen. But I only have 1 bullet left.

My only hope is to cause a distraction. And if they’re as tense as I am, they’re going to jump at the slightest sound. I take a fallen brick, and launch it to the opposite side. With no way of knowing if my distraction worked or not, I get on my feet and run as fast as I can.

You might think running away would be the best option. But these two guys have been chasing me for far too long. I have to end this. So I run right toward them.

As soon as I can see them I can tell my distraction worked. Both of them looked to the wrong side and realized I was coming just a little too late. I shoot the closest gunman, drop my gun, and dive for his before the second gunman realizes what’s happening, I’ve already put him down too. I take a moment to catch my breath, but I can’t waste too much time here. I wish I could say these two were the only bad guys around, but truth be told, I’m in the middle of a war zone.

I lost the rest of my platoon over an hour ago, but I still have to complete the mission. All that stands between me and rescuing the President’s daughter is three war torn blocks of enemies and the fortress she is being held in. With no time to waste, I get moving again.

I make it past one block undisturbed, but I get the feeling that everything is too quiet. Where are the rest of the soldiers? I take one more step and realize why there is nobody around. The faint click underneath my feet tells me I have just stepped on a land mine. This stretch of road is unmanned because it’s full of booby traps. I move my foot ever so slightly and read the marking on the landmine.

It’s an older model, so I know once I step off the trigger I’ll have 3 seconds before it explodes. It’s also fairly small, really only designed to blow your leg off. When I hear some more soldiers coming from around the corner, I know I only have one choice. I used to be the fastest kid in school, and I’m hoping my speed hasn’t left me. I take three short breaths and attempt to calm myself down. Then I run as fast as I can. Before it explodes behind me, I can tell I’ve already set off another one, so stopping now is not an option. The explosion comes and I’m almost knocked to my feet.

But that would bring this mission to be a very quick end and I can’t have that. I regain my balance and keep running as it seems like the entire world behind me erupts in explosions, as one mine after another is set off. About halfway through the block, I start doubting if I can outrun the flames. But it’s not like I can turn back, so I keep my eyes focused on the next intersection which should be free of mines.

My legs feel like they’re pumping acid and I think I’m screaming in pain but the only noise I hear I my ears is a loud ringing from the explosions around.

I think I can make it.

I reach the end of the block and I dive to my left and curl up into a small ball against the brick wall. Thankfully this street has to land mines and in a few seconds the world quiets, as the explosions have stopped. I take a couple of seconds before I look back down the street I just ran. The street is barely recognizable anymore. It seems much further than I realized.

Note to self: next time, try to find another way around.

I think parts of my back are singed but I don’t have time to check. Knowing this

pain won’t last very much longer, I walk back onto the street defensively, ready for anything that may come my way.

I’ve already had soldiers, and now booby traps. So I’m not sure what’s ahead of me. Even though I’ve done this before, I haven’t made it as far very often. And usually it changes a little bit. So I have no idea what to expect.

I hear it before I see it. From around the corner in front of me, I hear slow heavy footsteps. Whatever it is, I know it’s not a soldier, because it’s heavy enough to make the ground shake just a little bit with every step it takes. I glance around me to see what protection I have. Halfway down the block, there is a ladder hanging that connects to a firescape that connects to the roof of this three story building. I also see a partially open manhole cover that would drop me into the sewers. The other side of the street is just one solid brick wall.

So it seems my options are stand my ground, or I can choose to go up or down. I decide to wait to see what turns around the corner before I make my decision. A quick check of the magazine of the gun I picked up from the fallen guard shows I only have half of my bullets

left. That should be enough, but then again I don’t know what’s coming.

And then I see it.

It looks similar to the pictures I saw in school of a Bull. But if memory serves, Bulls did not get this big, nor did they have 6 inch claws. It turned its giant head towards me and snorted loudly. It’s thick matted fur bristled in the air as it exhaled through it’s nose. It’s claws dig into the pavement, as it looks like it’s about to charge. Even from this distance, I can tell that it stands about as tall as I do. Whatever this creature is, It looks bad. And very, very mad.

I run toward it as fast as I can, still not able to decide if I should go up or down. As soon as I move, it does too. I raise my gun up and empty the clip and watch in horror as the bullets sink into it’s thick flesh, but does nothing to slow it down. The gun falls uselessly

behind me as I run even faster than I did before.

If I go down, I may be able to escape it for now, but i’ll have no way of killing it. If I go up…

I jump as high as I can and reach the second bottom rung. I lift my feet up just in time and the giant bull roars underneath me. As I keep climbing, it comes to a stop and looks at me with pure vengeance, upset that its prey evaded him.

By the time I reach the first floor, I feel pretty good. But that feeling faded rather quickly as the bull sank it’s claws into the brick wall and started to climb up after me. Thankfully it’s not as fast as I am, So I get to the roof before it does.

And my reward is a fully loaded gun, waiting on the ledge for me. I lean over the side, shocked to see how close it is to me. I hold the trigger down and bullets rain down upon it. It roars in anger and looses its footing, but still holds onto the wall. I see giant drops of blood falling down so I know I have to be hurting it. But I run out of bullets but

it’s still coming.

Hoping that there are more guns in the building, I run toward the door marked “stairs”. As

I burst through the door, I see the creature has climbed on to the roof and wasted no time coming after me. I’m about 1 ½ flights down before it crashes through the doorway above me.

I can’t help but to take a second to sigh in exasperation. What will it take to slow this thing down?

I realize if I don’t get out of this stairwell soon it’ll catch up to me. So I exit on the second floor.

The hallway seems abnormally long but it’s probably only because I’m stressed and tired. I get to the first door and thankfully it’s unlocked. I close I quietly behind me and hope that the beast doesn’t know where I am. There’s a door to my right that I assume leads to the adjoining room. I back up to the window to see if I have an escape route there. There’s not fire escape, but the tall fence leading into the fortress next door gives me an idea.

If only I could get to the roof again.

I hear the beastly bull slowly padding down the hall and even in the room I can hear its large nose sniffing for me. The hallway seems too tight for it and I can see the walls crack as it’s forcing its way through the hallway. The cracks stop at the door and I can see his shadow from the hall. The loud sniffing continues. But then a moment later, it continues down the hallway. I slowly creep back to the door and wait until I think it’s about 2 doors down.

Hoping that the tight hallways will buy me some time, I open the door and run back to the stairwell. A quick glance behind shows the entire hallway taken up by its massive thickly matted behind. It stops and roars in frustration as it realized I’m behind him now.

The walls may as well be made of paper as it rears its head and crashes through the room. He quickly has made enough room for itself to turn around, taking out a huge chunk of the wall with it. I run back to the roof, hoping my idea will work.

Once I reach the open air again, I’m surprised to see dark clouds have rolled in and it is raining hard. As if this wasn’t hard enough, it’s now throwing a storm at me. But I’m so close now that it’s going to take a lot more than rain to stop me.

But that large spiked fence maybe enough to do just that.

From my vantage point, I can see the top of the tree I’m aiming for and I rush towards it. As I expected, the beast had emerged back onto the roof in close pursuit. I’m pretty sure I can make the jump, but I’m hoping the beast can’t. Only one way to find out…

I reach the edge of the building and I leap foreword my arms already outstretched, ready to grab a hold of the thick branch on the other side of the spiked fence. I clear the fence with mere inches and lose my breath as I slam into the branch. But it’s not over yet.

The giant bull leaps in the air after me.

It bellows a victorious roar as it comes inches to snapping at my legs. But it doesn’t clear the fence. The sound that comes as it impales itself on the fence right behind me almost makes me feel bad for the beast. But as it dies, I remind myself it tried to kill me first.

I slowly climb down the tree, as every muscle in my body aches for comfort. Even though I want to quit, I can’t now. I’m too close. Now that I’ve cleared the fence, I’m standing in front of the fortress.

Having never made it this far, I expected the fortress to be more intimidating than it actually was. Instead, it was a small single story building that looked like it only housed a single room. As I approached the front door, I keep a watchful eye out for more booby traps, but nothing happens. I hate that I don’t have a weapon, but I’m hoping I’ll figure something out inside.

All the pain has faded and all I’m left with is a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach as I slowly open the door. Not very many people have made it this far, but I try to push that from my mind as I step into the building.

As I thought, it’s just one large room. And in the center I see the president’s daughter strapped to a chair. Behind her, stands a ridiculously tall man with bulging muscles that don’t seem to fit the clothes he’s wearing. His face is covered in a thick beard and I can barely see his mouth as he laughs deeply.

To my left, within an arms reach I see a gun conveniently placed on a table. It all seems too easy. But I have to remind myself that it’s not over yet. I grab the gun, but before I can raise it, the man has stopped laughing and has pressed his gun to the temple of the daughter. He stares me up and down with his dark eyes that almost seem black.

I remember my mission: Kill the enemy, get the girl, get out.

But I can’t seem to bring myself to raise the gun.

“Erroll Redd, I’m surprised you’ve made it this far my young friend.”

He knows my name? Of course he knows my name. Everyone here knows my name. I can’t let that distract me.

“I think you’re the youngest that’s ever made it this far. You’re what—15?”

Kill the enemy. No where in my mission does it suggest I should talk to him. But I have to buy myself more time.

“I’m 16.” I stand defiantly, but even I knew how silly those words sounded coming out of my mouth. Like there’s anyway this guy is intimidated by me. I’m only 5’8” and kind of scrawny for my age. And I’m still young enough that my face can barely produce any hair. I must look like a baby to this guy.

Kill the enemy, get the girl, get out.

The bad guy laughs and glances down to the president’s daughter. “I see why you want to rescue her, hoping for your first kiss?”

“I have a girlfriend…” As soon as those words left my mouth, I wish I hadn’t said them. I

sounded whiny and childish.

Stop talking, just finish the mission. Kill the enemy.

The man nodded with understanding. “Then you do not need her.”

What happened next made time feel like it slowed down and I wasn’t fast enough to stop it. Before I could even raise the gun, he had shot her. Even if I could kill him now, my mission is already a failure.

I feebly raise the gun toward him but I already see the flash of his gun and a burning pain slams into my chest.

I have failed this mission.

Again.

"EXODUS" intro READ ME FIRST

2010-11-18T09:54:00.000-08:00

Hello all tens of my "fans" that were interested in reading my NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month, in which I attempt to start and complete a novel in the month of November) entry "Exodus" I would like to set up some things first.

THIS IS MOST IMPORTANT: Part of NaNoWriMo is you ignore your inner editor. There are some things I wish I could go back and change, but NO TIME! I must press on. So while reading this you will see some errors, most notably, errors in tense. Sometimes it is told in present tense and sometimes told in past tense. This will get fixed in editing later. Just know it is supposed to be told in present tense.

Secondly, I know the very, very end of the story, but as of now do not really have an idea of the middle part just quite yet, so if it feels kinda random, that's why. Again, that will get cleaned up at a later time.

Thirdly, I would LOVE your comments.... but please don't leave comments like "Cool." That is not helpful at all. OR "gay" which is equally not helpful, but doubly hurtful. Leave your thoughts as in what you think of the character, or story, or questions you have so I can fix them later in editing. You are my first editor. Congratulations.

Now onto the story. It is important to note that this is a Young Adult novel, so if you think it's weird I'm writing about a 16 year old boy and his adventures, that's why. I like YA, I blame my wife for that. But there is a huge market, and its fun to write too.

My posts will be my daily additions to it, so it will not be broken up by "chapters" or anything, but rather, just what I wrote for the day.

I will give you a set up to the story now, or if you want to be spoiler free, go ahead and begin reading.
The story takes place on Earth in the near future. We have made contact with an alien race from the planet Zola. They remarkably look a lot like us. They have built a device that will allow humans to transfer their consciousnesses to clone bodies on their planet so we can learn from their culture. These people are called Ambassadors. There were supposed to be 500 of them. 1, the main character, Erroll Redd, got in a fight and was punished and not allowed to go so he has to remain behind hanging out with the empty bodies of his friends and family while they are off learning exciting things from the Zolans... until we find out that contact has been lost and there is reason to believe that something bad has happened on the planet. Since Zola is too far away for the military to travel to, the only option is to send Erroll to the planet since he is the only one with a body up there. What he discovers is far from anything they could have imagined. For it is much, much worse on Zola and his fact finding mission has now turned into a rescue mission.

ENJOY!

Winnie the Shit

2009-04-29T01:20:00.000-07:00

I want to introduce you to a widely popular children's franchise that is a surprisingly terrible example for children: Winnie the Pooh.

First, I never understood how this became popular. I mean, I love teddy bears, but I draw the line at Winnie. I mean "The Pooh?" What the fuck is a Pooh, let alone the pooh. And how do so many kids just ignore the fact that Pooh sounds exactly like poo?

"Winnie the shit"

Ridiculous, but I digress... This is a dangerous cartoon to show kids. Let me break down why.

Winnie the Pooh: Lose some fucking weight dude. When our nation is struggling with fat ass kids, is it really the responsible thing to do to have a main character that is so fat he can't even climb through his own window? And what is his obsession with honey? Am I the only one who sees that Winnie has a little thing I like to call an addiction. Seriously, Winnie is addicted to honey, which can be substituted for the kids as cigarettes, alcohol, or crack. So we are telling kids its all good to be fat, and addicted to drugs. In fact, if you are like Winnie the Pooh, you'll be cool too, and everyone will love you! What a whoppingly great example of a role model.

Piglet: How anyone loves this little fucker is beyond me. I mean, I have no problem with homosexuals, but this guy goes beyond that. What I do hate is when gay people flaut their gayness in your face, then act the martyr because nobody understands them. I hate the ones that scream how incredibly PROUD they are of being gay. Congratulations guys. I'm straight, but you don't see me wearing a pin that says PRIDE in blue and pink letters do you? Grow up. America is becoming more accepting of gay people, yet there are still some that think it is their responsibility to scream in our faces. It's like those black people that still yell about oppression and how we white people owe them something. Look, I'm sorry that people in the past suffered, but that was then, get in the fucking now. You weren't a slave. You weren't lynched. *Unless you were, then to you, I apologize.*
All that to say, Piglet is way too gay. And stereyotypical at that. It's not enough that he's gay but you had to make him Winnie's little bitch boy. And how gay are you when you are the bitch to Winnie the Pooh. With a name like that, I don't want to know what kind of gross shit they do in their sex life.
He is a small little annoying ass thing that cowers behind any and everyone. Notice his height? He's perfect level for eating ass.... like I said, super gay.

Eeyore: Ok I actually like this guy, but not because he's a positive role model. I mean Eeyore is the posterboy for "Low Self-Esteem is Cool!" And last I checked, low self esteem is not cool. How many times does this donkey have to "discover" his friends really care about him before he decides to stop trying to kill himself. And the tail?! Come on, your tail is pinned on, what the hell did you think would happen? Did you think it was a magic pin that would permenetly hold it to your ass? Have someone sew it on and stop whining.
But I'm a cynic, so I like him.

That Bunny guy: So basically he's the creepy old man who shakes his stick at the young whipper-snappers that come frollicking on his farm. This guy is just wierd and kinda creepy. Kids stay away from people like him.

Tigger: Oh, fucking Tigger how I hate you. HOW IS HE SO POPULAR?! Have you ever met a kid with A.D.D. who can't sit still cause they have a problem and they had too much sugar? It's just about the worst fucking thing ever. Yet, if we slap a tail on him and paint him like a tiger, suddenly he's everyone's favorite? I would actually rather watch a retarded kid jump around me cause at least it isn't his fault. But someone made Tigger, someone wrote his lines, someone drew him to be the most fucking annoying character that has ever walked the fictional earth. I swear to God if I hear his little "Whoo-hoo-hoo" giggle laugh shit thing I will kill someone. But he brings me to the whore of the group.

So in all of 1,000 acre woods, there is only one female?

Kanga: Am I the only one that realizes she is a cartooniezed version of a black lady? Listen to how she talks and what she says, you'll see it too. And I think that's kinda offensive. I mean, she isn't one of those black ladies thats all annoying, but still, have some respect you creators of this character, I mean her people have suffered enough over the last like forever. So you bring in a black girl, make her a kangaroo, and force her to suffer an idendity crisis. What do I mean? So glad you asked...
She is a KANGAROO, yet, her name is Kanga, and her son's name is Roo, hence, her only idendity is found through being a mother to her bastard child. I don't know much about psychology, but I hear that's a bad thing. She is an independent single mother, and she deserves to be treated with respect, so let her be a FULL kangaroo, not one who can only exist with her son.

And did I say bastard? Come on, let's be real folks, we all know who the father of Roo is.
It's obviously Tigger. It's no coincidence that Tigger and Roo love to bounce around together, after all Roo got some Tigger DNA in him. That's why Tigger takes such a liking to him, because he is trying to care for his son, without having to deal with any of the responsibilites of being a true father. Grow up Tigger, you can't just knock a chick up then try to be buddies with the kid. He's your responsibility, act like a fucking man.

I hate Tigger. I hate Tigger so much

What kind of seven layered shit dip is this franchise that we've let our children become obsessed with?

I for one will not follow the norm and allow my kids to be a part of the brain-washing society that tells children its ok to be: Fat, an addict, super gay, way too hyper, an irresponsible father, a whore, or anything else this show tries to teach.

Stay away folks, stay away.

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Demons Have Come to Earth.

2009-04-21T00:11:00.000-07:00

Growing up in the church, I was told many stories about demons and how they scour the earth, seeking to kill and destroy.

This was terrifying as a child.

Now that I am older, I have come to accept the fact that most of what I heard was bullshit. It was pretty much these staunch conservatives who only had one way of viewing the Bible, trying to scare me in being a good little boy.

Fuck you for all the nightmares I had by the way.

I recently was struggling with the ideas of if demons existed the way I was taught. I mean sure, according to SUPERNATURAL they walk among us, but what is the truth?

Then, in a flash of clarity, I had a revelation. I don't know if I want to go as far as to compare it to the book of Revelation, but my vision was pretty clear.

Please be warned, what I am about to write may scare you as it did me.

I believe demons are among us, in fact, all around us. If you know what you are listening for, you can even hear their devilish cries. I have heard them, and to be honest, I don't know if I will ever be the same again.

You have seen demons. You probably have even touched demons. You probably don't know that you may even consider yourself a fan of demons. They are right in front of you, but after thousands of years, we have been blinded by the truth.

I now have the truth for you.

Prepare your soul.

Demons fly around us in the bodies of..... birds. That's right, the vision I was given was that birds are actually demons. Remember when Jesus cast the demons into a bunch of pigs? Same idea here, except these demon birds have mated to create an ungodly amount of birds to inhabit the world.

If we do nothing soon, they will consume this planet and take it over as their kingdom. We will be nothing more than food for them... but more on that later.

Let me open up the history books for you to show you when I first started noticing something was wrong with the birds.

A few years ago I was at my friends house and they brought out their pet parakeet. Yes, a cute little parakeet, nothing to fear...right?... wrong. This demon walked on the table and stared at me. There was something in its beady little eyes that I couldn't place my finger on at the time. I know now the bird was trying to possess me. Luckily I didn't succumb to its wills. I asked for the bird to be taken away, but my friends insisted on leaving it out, swearing that it was safe. My friends were lost to me already. Right after I asked for the bird to leave, the bird stretched its wings out, and flew right at my chest. It slammed into me, fell on the table, then walked away.

I should have known then....

If that was the only story, then I could understand why you wouldn't believe me. But there is more, my friends, so much more darkness...

I stopped in Baker with my fiance (girlfriend at the time) and stepped out to have a smoke. As I surveyed the land, I realized there were a few crows flying in the distance. They seemed big, but as long as they were far away, I didn't mind. As I leaned on the light post, I heard a clink, clink, clink. My innocent, naive mind had no idea what that sound was, but I knew it was coming from above. As I slowly looked up, I was stunned to see THREE giant crows crowding on the light post above me, staring down. I looked around the building next to me and saw the roof lined with giant black demon crows. Interestingly enough, there were more crows on the building surrounding me, than there were flying around. They were trying to corner me. They were trying to drag me to hell right then and there. Luckily I outsmarted them and jumped in my car and sped off.

As if that wasn't bad enough....

I used to think that hummingbirds weren't that bad. In a fallen world, at least there were some pure birds left on the planet. But no, they too have been consumed by the fires of hell. I was in the parking lot and saw one in the bushes ahead of me. Their little bodies fascinated me and I found myself staring at it(I know realize it was trying to hypnotize me into possession like that little fucking parakeet). Then, in a moment of weakness I uttered the phrase, "I kinda like hummingbirds." So what does this hummingbird do then? It flies away from the bush and goes on an attack path right for my left eye. I ducked out of the way as it zipped past my head, accepting its defeat and flying away. That little bugger tried to take my left eye!

The other night a lone crow landed on a tree next to me and did a half circle reconnaissance/fact finding mission flight around me. Then it flew down the path I walk to get back to the dorms, obviously going to report my routines.

They have targeted me for so long and I am afraid their time for attack may be nigh. My only hope is to get the word out there, spread the truth, in a futile attempt to save my life and my soul.

Please do not fall victim to their will any longer. They are not cute, fascinating or even interesting. They are Satan's spawn and they will consume everything in you if you allow them to.

The signs are there, you just have to see them.

My friends with the parakeet got divorced, the crows live in Baker (the giant thermometer is to measure the heat resonating from hell), and the hummingbird ended up dead outside my classroom (probably tried to fly in through the window to kill me).

Wake up people and save your soul.

Stay away from birds.

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Paul is eating my soul!

2009-04-12T22:02:00.001-07:00

I twittered this earlier, but now it requires more thought.

So here I am minding my own business, exegeting the shit out of Philippians (4:8-9 to be exact) when suddenly I realized that Philippians was exegeting the shit out of me.

Let me explains...

I went into this passage with the hopes and dreams that it would support my argument that it's all good for Christians to cuss. Well... a few verses and some commentaries later I am shocked (well not really) to discover that my exegesis concludes that Christians should not cuss.

What?!

Apparently we are to think about good things like purity and justice and righteousness and shit like that.

Well.... but...it's just that.............I don't wanna...

And therein lies the beginning of Paul (and I suppose Jesus too) eating my soul.

I have proof now that cussing is something I shouldn't do. Yet, I still find myself burning with the need to say a bad word. I mean, my whole argument for ignoring this passage is "I don't wanna?" Really? That logic would fail in any other place in life, yet for some reason it is the only thing I can hang my hat on...

subsequently has anyone tried to hang their hat on their boner? Does it work?

I digress...

I am now sitting here looking at my soul and wondering what is to become of it. Can I... dare I... stop cussing? But if I choose to ignore this exegesis am I not spitting in the face of God now?

I think I'm addicted to cussing.

I don't use it all the time, which is the true power of my addiction, because I don't feel like I have a problem. But if we aren't supposed to cuss, and yet I do, is that not choosing to go against God?

Hmmm....

OR..... do I chalk it up to the fact that the Bible was written in a different time with different cultural norms?

It all boils down to definitions for me. The definition of shit is feces or excrement. Definition of crap? Same thing.

Definiton of fuck? (well that word is wonderful cause it has so many different meanings) Screw can be replaced for it. or Frick. or Frak (BSG!)

Bitch? Better people than I say Bee-yotch! Which for some reason I refuse to use.

For those genius people out there I'll drop a SAT example on you. Ass is to butt as pussycat is to feline (I enjoy using that word in other words such as "Quit pussyfooting around!").

So here is what I am faced with. Apparently it is wrong to cuss because it is the opposite of dwelling on good things. HOWEVER what I have learned from my culture is that crap, frick, shoot, butt, and somehow bee-yotch are appropriate words.

If the words themselves are not wrong, but the meaning behind them, then aren't those Christians just as bad as me for saying those words? And they sound more retarded (bee-yotch... seriously... how did that become popular).

So...do I change my ways, or stick to my guns because in this culture we live in it is more accptable?

See my dilema.....

sigh....

I just don't know what to do....

seriously one thought keeps coming to mind when I read this....

well....fuck.

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My First Blog

2009-04-08T18:13:00.000-07:00

Hello.

I am Jeremy Navarro.

You are going to be my fan. You may not realize it yet, but believe me, you will be.

I don't know how my blog will work... Maybe I'll post random thoughts, maybe I'll post on specific topics. Who knows?

I will now begin...

Are you ready?

Oh, and I like to cuss so if you don't like that, then maybe you shouldn't continue on.

For example:

Fuck.

How do you feel? Still with me? Good... let's continue.

First... Koreans and Mormons are onto something good. I am old and in college and am constantly annoyed by these pestering things swarming around the campus called "Freshmen." I get it, you are free from your parents and can do whatever you want. It's cool to play Halo in the middle of the night and call your roommates "Mother-fuckers," "Fucktards" or a "Nutterfucker."

It's apparently cool to still saran wrap cars. I remember that when I was "cool." I put cool in quotes cause I really mean they are fucktards.

Let me get to the Mormons and Koreans. After high school they are required to go somewhere. Mormons leave for two years and go on a mission. Although if I were stuck in the middle of some lame ass country with another man in a white shirt and tie, I would probably turn gay. Especially if he is like this one Mormom I knew in high school named Ryan... he was dreamy.

Koreans go to the army. That's cool I guess what with the Northern part of their country being assholes. I had a Korean roommate once who showed us pictures of him with riot gear in the middle of an actual riot. He was smiling. I was scared.

All this to say, I wish Americans had to go do something for two years. Like work in a child labor camp or something. But they're over 18 so they aren't considered child labor. Give them a bad back, lose ten pounds a day in sweat (it would help the obesity problem in our nation) and would help the economy.

Then when they become 20 they can go to college. By that point they will be worn and weathered and thus more mature.

Granted, I am glad I didn't have to work in a sweat camp, but I do wish they implemented that rule as soon as I turned 20. Cause I wasn't a fucktard when I was 18. I was merely a cocky asshole. Way different.

Now onto the Octo-Mom.

Has anyone interviewed her and asked if she has ever had sex. I mean, she has like a million kids and none of them are from an actual dick. Perhaps the closest she got to sex was giving birth to a boy and his baby penis rubbing up on her as they plop out.

Nobody is gonna fuck her now. I mean seriously, she has had so many kids and is fat enough that the man probably would have to like climb into her hoohah and jackhammer her with his entire body for her to feel anything.

Or maybe the babies that get popped out do a lil something something to her.

Seriously, I can't imagine what other reason she would have to pop that many babies out.

LOST is on tonight. That's good news. Supernatural is on tomorrow. Wed - Thurs is the best two days ever.

I have to get up at like 6 am tomorrow for a job interview. I hate it. I hate money. I hate it all.

Ok I think that's it for me. Stay tuned to more dirty hilarity.

Bye.

JEREMY NAVARRO