Chapter Twenty
Escape from reality.
The final worker in front of me shuffled ahead and received the same rough treatment as his colleagues. Mask pulled free and roughly searched by the guard, he joined the others on the other side of the decontamination chamber. Only I remained, the end of the line.
“You,” the guard snapped, his thick Eastern European accent impossible to place, “let’s go asshole. I don’t have all night.”
I shuffled ahead, knowing time had run out.
The guard stepped over and reached up to remove my face mask.
I heard the sirens before I saw the lights. Great round wails, tumbling down through the rafters and into the cavernous warehouse. The others heard it too. An uncertain pause followed, where workers and guards alike tried to figure out what to do. Some stood sti
