The Jab - Chapter 8

To this day, I still remember the dream that I had that night. Such a frightening dream that chilled me to the bones. It haunts my every thought. It follows my every move. It is ever present before my eyes.

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I was with a boy, who I instinctively knew was my son, standing in a field. He was five, with fiery blue eyes just like his mother's. His clothes were ragged, torn, and stained with blood. In his hand he held a gun. A gun, that he had pointed at a young man, whom I did not know.

The young man was kneeling in the mud. He wore the same military uniform that I had seen in the hospital that day that my torment had begun. Why was he here in this field? Why was my son pointing a gun at him? And why, oh why, was his expression that of anger and resentment and not of fear?

The grass was sparse in the field, as though a blight had come upon the land. The patches of grass were more akin to straw than what a suburbanite would be used to. Strewn about were bodies, but I could not see whether the corpses were that of humans or of animals. All I knew was that the stench was overwhelming, and their bloat seemed all too appropriate for the scene.

Tears rolled down my son's face, and I tried to speak to him. My lips moved, but he could not hear what I was saying. Silence was the sound of my voice, and silence is deafening when it is all one can scream. It was as though I was not really part of this scene. It was as though I had been removed somehow, while still being allowed to observe.

My son squeezed the trigger.

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I awoke drenched in a cold sweat. Sarah was fast asleep beside me, unaware of the terror that I had just beheld. Peaceful, and blissfully unaware of what I was beginning to think was a premonition.

Could this be what will become of my family? Is there nothing that I can do to stop my own demise at the hands of these cruel overlords? These thoughts came rushing into my head, then a calm suddenly passed over me. Or does this mean that I save them even if I perish?

With that, my spirit renewed. My thoughts became resolute that my plans for vaccination day needed to be well formed. It was not enough to merely know the location of the pig farm that I would be sent to, and even if we knew that one, there were surely many more for them to choose. After all, this was a nation-wide project and not isolated to just our state. But first, I would need some way to defend myself.

Knowing that I would not be able to fall back asleep, I slipped out of bed and logged onto my computer. First things first, I made sure to turn my VPN on, since what I was about to do would surely put me onto a worse list than merely reading those DWAs.

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