The extermination
by jenkapotente
I was walking into the hospital department check-in area before my appointment when I saw a couple Russian looking thugs enter from the other end, not really giving off that I’ve-come-15-minutes-early-to-my-doctor’s-appointment-because-I’m-a-responsible-human-being-vibe. I turned to look behind me and a man with similar Slavic mug was coming in from another entrance. Without drawing attention, I ducked out a side door to try checking in from another floor, but the heavy, echoing steps in the stairwell above had me curious: who are these burly motherfuckers and why do they all need healthcare right now? The hospital corridors were unusually empty, eerie, so I opted to eat the $25 no-show fee and leave (I’m no longer the Russophile I used to be and the concurrent concentration of Ruski infiltration had me nervous). I came across a two-way mirror overseeing the check-in area: they had, in fact, begun an extermination. I must have accessed the corridor just after it was cleared. I’m panicked. I look for a direct exit but hear heavy footsteps, heavy doors opening and closing in nearby hallways. I rush into an open room and duck below window level to see one of the men walk by. Once he’s disappeared I rush out an emergency exit.
The air smells of cement. The gray city is mostly quiet–no screaming. I hear running, shuffling, gun shots from behind buildings. I go deeper into the city block and see heavy Caterpillar equipment in the process of bulldozing and demolishing every structure into dust. Farther north a tarp hanging vertically divides this block from the part of the city that will remain untouched. The block inhabitants who escaped extermination cross over into safety. I grab the tarp to see bright light reflect off my hand. I lift the tarp and follow.