Dead Air - Episode 4
by Travis Pennington
Eight years ago.
Chrissy?
Chrissy, dear? Are you there? Please answer!!
I’m in the library studying. What’s up?
It’s your father. There’s something wrong with him.
He can’t stop coughing and he has a terrible fever.
And he’s soaked in sweat.
That sounds serious!
Can you get him to the car?
Or should I call an ambulance?
We’re going to try to make it outside.
Okay…
Do you know what made him sick?
Yes.
You did, dear.
What? What are you talking about??
There was a strange noise in your room, like a rat or something.
It kept getting louder, until he couldn’t take it anymore.
Don’t tell me he went in my room.
You both promised not to do that!
That’s not the point right now.
He didn’t find the rat, but he found something under your bed.
A box.
Oh my God!
I can explain.
Explain?
How can you explain baby clothes?
Chrissy?
Chrissy??
A friend of mine is pregnant.
Don’t lie to me, dear.
After he found the clothes, we both wondered who they were for.
Your father…he opened your dresser.
Oh God.
The bottom drawer was locked, but he forced it open.
Why? I had a reason, Mom.
I had a reason for making both of you promise to stay out of my room.
I knew you’d never understand if I told you the truth.
But I couldn’t throw those things away.
I just couldn’t.
I’m sorry.
It’s bad enough that you somehow hid the fact that you were pregnant…
But to never even tell us?
We just thought you’d gained some weight when you started wearing baggy clothes.
Who’s the father?
Someone I met last summer when you and Dad were in Mexico.
He talked me into drinking one night, and that’s when it happened.
He talked you into drinking??
I thought we raised you better than that.
To be smart, and not put yourself into situations where things can get outside your control.
You had sex with someone you barely knew?
And then gave the baby up for adoption without even telling us?
That’s not the Chrissy I raised.
I’m sorry, Mom. I did what I thought was best.
Where is the baby now?
I don’t know.
Those papers Dad found — they say I can’t contact anyone about her in the future.
But the people from the orphanage said the baby would have a good life.
Better than I could ever give her.
She could have had a fine life with us.
You should have just told us.
And then to keep clothes and pictures in your room?
All while pretending the most important thing in your life was what dress you’re wearing to prom?
I said I’m sorry.
What else can I say?
I didn’t want to hurt you or Dad.
That’s why I just dealt with it on my own.
Well, you DID hurt your father.
He’s been coughing for twenty minutes now.
He has a virus that’s very dangerous.
It can be released by extreme stress.
Grandpa had it, too.
So I might have it?
Yes, but there’s no danger to you yet.
The soonest it can activate is when you’re 20.
And even then, it will be harmless as long as you don’t get too stressed.
But if you ever stress out like your father just did, it can be very deadly.
Take him to the hospital then!
I can’t.
If they know how dangerous this virus is, they’ll quarantine him.
Once in the air, it can kill everyone within minutes.
I shouldn’t even be near your father now.
But I don’t know what else to do.
Oh God.
What is it?
Mom??
Someone’s at the door.
It’s Janet from down the street.
She was bringing us a pie.
I just asked her to call Doctor McMillian in Centralia.
He’ll know what to do.
Okay.
Please text me once he gets there.
Mom?
Mom? Are you there?
Yes.
There’s something wrong.
My nose is bleeding.
Oh God.
Mom?
Tell Janet to help you get away from Dad.
She can’t.
She’s on the floor.
What do you mean?
Mom??
Oh God, Chrissy.
There’s blood pouring out of her nose.
It’s worse than mine.
I’m calling 911.
I think it’s too late.
What are you talking about?
Chrissy calls 911 and gives her home address, telling them to hurry.
Mom?
Mom, are you still there?
Oh God.
Please answer.
We’re…
We made it outside.
Okay.
Okay, good.
Just wait for a few minutes.
I called 911 and they’re on the way.
It’s too late.
Janet’s dead.
WHAT??
Janet…she just died.
Her face was covered in blood.
Not just from her nose…
But she was coughing it up.
And these huge blisters popped out all over her arms.
This can’t be happening.
Just hold on, Mom.
They should be there any second.
I love you, dear.
Always remember that.
Mom…
Mom??
I’m coming home now.
Just hold on.
I told you…it’s too late.
Stay away from here.
Something terrible is happening.
Oh my God!
What??
What happened??
????
It’s…your father.
I could see him through the front door.
He’s dead.
No.
No. He can’t be.
He’s probably just really sick.
He’s not really sick.
That’s not what happened.
He went to the front door…
Looked at all the people…
And cut his throat with my Ginsu knife.
I…
What…
What are you talking about???
Stay away from here dear.
If you saw this town now, you’d also want to die.
Something’s happening.
Something beyond terrible.
I don’t understand.
Everyone is dead.
What do you mean??
Brad Jenson ran over to check on Janet.
And then he also started coughing.
Then others on the street.
Blood everywhere.
Coughing up blood.
Boils on their arms.
It’s over.
Just hold on.
Mom…please…just hold on.
I tried, dear.
But my arms are covered in boils.
And my blood is pouring onto the phone screen.
I can barely see your messages.
So just remember…
I love you, dear.
I love you so much.
Don’t come home.
Stay away from this town.
And no matter what, ALWAYS stay calm.
It’s going to be okay.
Please…just hold on a little longer.
Mom?
Mom??
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