Post by Alexander Penn on Nov 6, 2010 12:41:24 GMT -5
They always expect the crazy ones...
... but what do you do when everyone is crazy?
BZZZ BZZZ BZZZ
The sound of his cell phone vibrating once again unnerved Alexander as he prepared to close up the cafe. It had been a slow day for business, but that happened every now and the, especially with that great new action flick coming out. Yet all afternoon, his phone had been going off. That he was getting even a single call on his cell phone while he was at work bothered him, but that he was getting multiple calls really worried him. Everyone with his cell phone number knew his work hours and knew not to call it unless there was an emergency.
Unlike the previous times of just letting it go to voice mail, he decided to at least check to see who it was. It was not much of a surprise to him when he was his sister's name on the caller id. If anyone was going to break his rule of not calling him during work hours it would be her. Maybe it was because they were so close that she thought she could get away with these things when he would harp on everyone else. Knowing her, she was trying to make sure that it was still okay for her and a few friends to come down for the weekend from Syracuse. Sighing, he decided he might as well answer her and get it over with. "You know Xela, you are lucky I love you soo much, or else your ass would be getting lit the next time I saw you." he told her, in a menacing but joking manner. She knew him well enough to know it was all just an act to remind her of his rules. "You idiot! You have not heard the news? Do not tell me you are still in that stupid cafe and have not left New York yet." This was strange for Alexander, there was concern in her voice, almost as if she had been crying.
"Hold on Xela. Calm down and take things one at a time. What do you mean by I have not heard the news?" If there was another terrorist attack, he was sure someone would have said something. It would have flashed on the news on any of the home pages on the computers, unless they all were just gaming. "They are saying there is some sort of virus or something infesting the city. There have been... things that do not look human on home footage. You need to leave Alexander! Get the hell out of there while you still can. There is talk of quarantine." Quarantine? Fuck, how the hell do you quarantine a city as big as New York and why would you? Unless this was more than just a mere virus, there would be no reason to quarantine the entire city. "Okay Xela, I just need to close up shop and then run by my house to grab a few things. After that I will head out, I still know a few people up in Syracuse I can stay with until this blows over." He was trying to reassure her, but he wasn't even sure if he could get out of the city if he left now before a quarantine was set up.
"Okay Alexander. I'm going to call mom and dad, they will want to know you are alright. I love you bi... As her voice cut off he instantly looked at his cell phone. Call Dropped was clear as day on his phone. Now this was just freaking ridiculous, this was fucking New York city, dropping a call was near to impossible... unless they cut service to the city. If they cut service to the city, something was terribly wrong going on. Quickly he went to his office and grabbed the pistol from inside his desk and made sure it was still loaded. This was New York and Queens to boot, every store owner needed protection and now he was thankful he had decided to keep it. He eyed the aluminum baseball bat behind the desk, was it really worth taking for such a short trip to his house where he could board himself in? It was not as if he was strong and could do much damage with it. Better safe than sorry. he thought, grabbing the cool metal and putting the gun into the pocket of his jeans.
As he opened the door of the cafe slowly, he looked around. The streets were flooded with paranoid and panic stricken people. Part of him wanted to help them, tell to just go to their homes, but he knew that he needed to take care of himself first. Quickly he locked up his cafe and turned the direction towards his home. It was only a few blocks away, living so close to work now seemed a boon. With his baseball bat in hand, he began running home, deciding he would make his decision on what to do once he got there.