“Engine 24, Engine 35, Rescue 18, Rescue 14, Truck 37, Truck 26, Hazmat 3, Hazmat 4, Hazmat 5, Battalion 7, Medical 16 and Mass Casualty 1. Please respond code 3 to 17 East Rolling Avenue, we have confirmed reports of an asteroid striking down on this location. Multiple people are injured and some are in critical condition. There doesn’t seem to be a crater, or at least not a large one, please be advised, P.D. is on scene.”
People looked on in confusion and curiosity as the fire department raced along the dark, dusty roads of the Rifle Ridge streets. The news crews had yet to arrive and the social media sites had yet to buzz with the news of an asteroid striking down in the city.
The crew of Hazmat 5 were excited, most of the calls they handled were just oil or petrol spills, but an asteroid strike? This was a rare occurrence, and it sounded exciting, something the crew was not used to.
“Oh man I just can’t wait to get there! This is going to be so awesome!” One of the firefighters exclaimed, shaking his legs in excitement.
“Calm down, we need to be completely focused for this assignment. An asteroid strike is a very serious thing, especially since it’s in a populated area.” The lieutenant explained to the firefighters, trying to calm them down.
“All units please be advised, we have an update on the situation at 17 East Rolling Avenue, according to an on site expert the asteroid is technically a meteorite, repeat, the asteroid is actually a meteorite.” Crackled the radio.
The firefighter driving Hazmat 5 grabbed the radio and spoke into it. “Ahh, dispatch? What the hell is the difference?”
“Umm, I don’t know, you are going to have to ask the on site expert when you arrive on scene.”
“You mean now? Hazmat 5 on scene.”
The firefighters scrambled out of the truck and went to their assigned positions. Some of the firefighters grabbed high-visibility jackets and went to help the police officers direct traffic and control crowds. Others grabbed medical equipment and went to help the injured and the lieutenant started barking orders to the firefighters. One of the firefighters however, grabbed a hazmat suit, and suited up to be safe.
The firefighter’s name is Gemma, she a very plain person, mentally and physically. She’s not ugly, just very, very, plain. She’s the kind of person that can disappear in a crowd when she is by herself. She’s clearly a woman, just without the woman features, you could look at her for hours and forget her face when you turn away. She does have good friends and a good family that both loves her dearly but if she had the chance she would change everything about herself, everything.
“Lieutenant! I’m approaching the meteorite!” She shouted, as she neared the meteorite. “Lieutenant?!” Either he couldn’t hear her, or he wasn’t listening. ‘I wish people would notice me.’ She thought to herself.
As she got closer and closer to the meteorite she turned on her geiger counter and camera and started to survey the area. Dispatch was right, there didn’t seem to be any crater, which was weird, considering it was huge! It was the size of a house, at least!
“Dispatch, this thing doesn’t seem to be radioactive, but I don’t want to call it safe just yet.”
“10-4, some men from N.A.S.A. are on the way to give it a closer look. So just give it a quick once over and then return to the truck.”
“Roger that.” She finally got close enough to the meteorite to touch it, she didn’t of course. She didn’t want to burn her hand to a crisp.
“Wow.” Was all she could say. It seemed so unreal, out of all the places for an meteorite to land it landed in Rifle Ridge, a small town out in the middle of nowhere.
She started to walk around the meteorite, surveying it in awe. She then started to hear a ringing noise, the closer she got to the ‘back’ of the meteorite the louder it got. She then saw it, a little red splodgy thing. Her mind went blank. All she could do was look at this little… thing. Her body started to move on it’s own, her hand reached out toward the thing. She then touched it and the instant her body made contact, her body vibrated violently, and then it all went black.
“Newton? NEWTON!” Gemma heard it faintly, she wondered if she was dead. Last thing she could remember was walking up to the meteorite while talking to dispatch and then it all went blank. Well, it wasn’t blank, just blurry, really, really, blurry.
Water splashed onto her face and she woke in a fit of coughing. She looked around, she seemed to be on a stretcher, just outside of the ambulance. A better survey of the area showed that the cavalry had arrived, fire apparatus and fire crews everywhere. It had seemed word had also finally got around, crowds and news crews were everywhere as well.
She tried to get up but was stopped by some paramedics and her lieutenant. “Wooh, easy there little lady, we don’t exactly know what happened to you, so just lay down, we’re waiting to get clearance so we can get you to the hospital.”
Gemma was confused, she felt fine, better than ever really, but she herself, had no idea what had actually happened. “Wait, clearance? Why would you need clearance? You’re an ambulance for fucks sake! And if you had no idea what had happened to me why would you splash water on my face?”
“You can talk, good. But to answer your first question, N.A.S.A. sent the National Guard in to set up checkpoints and keep the civvies safe, but they’re going a bit overboard. As for your other question it’s because your lieutenant is an idiot.” The paramedic explained to Gemma, shooting the lieutenant a dirty look. “And I didn’t say I had no idea what happened to you, I said we don’t exactly know what happened to you. But with how the witnesses said they saw you vibrate violently before you fell unconscious, so we’re guessing you had a stroke.”
“A stroke? A STROKE?!” Gemma shouted, trying to sit up but again being pushed down. “What do you mean a stroke? I feel fine!”
“Listen hear Newton,” her lieutenant started, “you need to calm down, you may feel fine but we don’t really know what happened to you, and it would be a lot safer if you just sit still and wait for the doctors to diagnose you.” Gemma just sat still and looked at the sky, her lieutenant was right, it would be a lot safer if she just sat still and waited.
“Man, what a way to end a Friday.” She said looking around again to see if anything had changed.
“You mean what a way to start a Saturday, it past midnight, you were unconscious to two hours.” One of the paramedics joked, opening her phone to show Gemma the time.
“Wait It’s been two hours, and you still haven’t gotten clearance?!” Gemma shouted, in a bit of a panic.
“Yeah, like I said, they’re going completely overboard.”
A couple of days had passed until Gemma was released from the Hospital. The doctors had found nothing wrong her and so they let her go home. Now this would usually be fine, but one of the doctors was not so happy.
The doctor’s name is Terence, and he was sitting in the staff break room looking very worried. And it hadn’t gone unnoticed.
“You okey Terry?” A nurse, whose name was Roland, asked, approaching him slowly.
“Pulled the short straw Enwick?” Terence joked plainly, staring out the window.
Roland just laughed, “haha, yeah,” he walked over to the doughnut box only to find it empty. “Damn, but seriously you okey Terry? You’ve been worried all day.”
“Yes, I have been worried all day.” Terence said, shifting on the coach a little to make himself more comfortable.
“And the reason?” Roland asked, waving his hand to tell Terence to continue.
“That woman firefighter we just released was perfectly healthy.” Terence explain to Ronald, still staring out the window.
“Yeah? But that’s a good thing.”
“No it ISN’T!!!” Terence screamed, jumping up from the coach and now staring at Roland.
“Woh woh woh, calm down, what’s the big deal?” Roland asked, jumping back from the sudden outburst.
“You don’t understand she was perfectly healthy, as in there was nothing wrong with her at all. Every single last thing about her was exactly perfect for a woman her age!” Terence shouted to Roland.
“I think I get it, you mean she’s impossibly healthy?” Roland asked, trying to see if he got it right.
“Exactly,” Terence started, walking over to the window and looking out on to the city, “I don’t know what forces are at play here, but I’ve a strange feeling that something bad is about to happen.”