Chapter 7 June 21
"Welcome to the six o'clock news on WLBT channel three, this is Marsha Basset reporting." Marsha glanced in the direction of a soldier just off camera. "Today's top story, A new step in the movement for gay rights may be achieved if congress passes a new," she erupts into coughs, and out of the corner of her eye she notices a crew member hit the soldier in the back of the head knocking him unconscious; he then gives her a thumbs up. "Fuck gay rights," she says as she regains her composure, "Ladies and Gentlemen in our viewing area, you have been lied too, the Super-flu does exist; and the government knows, In fact just to keep the public unaware they have been controlling the press. We have incapacitated five career solders just to give you this breaking news. All area hospitals are filling with patients, all of them dying," The screen cut's to a graphic showing a grainy image of a hospital corridor filled with people, "This video was taken from the Baptist hospital in Jackson earlier today," spasm of coughs.
Channel Three's Broadcasting tower was destroyed nearly five minutes into the broadcast by a group of solders with a few pounds of dynamite. The entire Channel three staff was brought onto the news set where they were all executed for treason against the United States of America. The soldiers then left them where they landed.
The smell was just awful, Lt. Jon Hammock of the United States Army, thought as he threw another plague victim onto a pile of burning bodies at Lakeshore Park in Flowood, Mississippi. They would burn the bodies until the remains could be carried out by boat and dumped into the Ross Barnett Reservoir. The bodies just kept coming and coming, Jon thought before coughing. He knew what that meant, he was going to die, "Damn Respirator, Couldn't keep out a flu germ with a fucking hangover," He mumbled as he walked over to his commanding officer. "Commander McCommon, I am requesting a league of absence," "Denied," "Denied!? you fucking asshole, I have the plague I am going to die, and you deny me the right to leave. Fuck You!" and then he walked off, He did not make it twenty feet when he was shot in the back of the head. Commander McCommon personally threw him into the fire and mumbled to himself "Fuck you too, Bitch."
"Baby, can you dig your man?
He's a righteous man,
Tell me baby can you dig your man?"
Eliese Robertson sang to herself as the music played over the airwaves. "That was 'Baby Can You Dig Your Man,' by Larry Underwood, and man is he a hottie, I can dig him all he wants. Up next," Spasm of coughs, "The Calling with their new hit 'Where My Heart Will Take Me', your listening to WYOY Jackson's Hot New Music." Elise came to work today because she was feeling better, but now she could tell she was worse than before, her mind started to wonder and she unknowing pressed the on air button. And she mumbled to herself "Damn plague, not real my ass," a spasm of sneezes follo0wd by coughing. Soon the phone lines lit up with callers," before she could answer the first call, Elise passed out, when she did she knocked the computer monitor off her console and started a small electrical fire. WYOY burned to the ground.
