Mar. 23, 1998 - 1:37 am
Perdido Beach Nuclear Power Plant
Two men sit in the control booth of the power plant, one sipping on his third cup of coffee and the other sitting back with his boots propped on the desk in front of him. It’s six hours into their twelve hour shift and they’re struggling to stay awake.
Coffee: Time for a walkthrough, Stevens.
Stevens: Fuck that, I did the last two. You go, lazy bastard.
He stretches, not inclined to move. His name is Arnold Stevens, he’s worked there for two years. The other, Sam Barton, barely started two months back.
Barton: Okay, sure.
Barton picks up his keys and a flashlight and walks out the door.
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He makes his way through Tower A without issue before walking into Tower B. As soon as he crosses the threshold, something feels off. The air, it’s as warm as the other but something about it raises the hair on his arms. He shakes the feeling off and continues walking through, looking for anything out of the usual.
Barton jumps at the sound of a buzzing, his walkie.
Stevens: What’s taking so long in there?
Barton: Fuck off. I’m almost done.
He barely moves the walkie back to his belt when the ground around him starts to shift. Barton feels himself lifted into the air as the warning sirens go off. Something is wrong in the reactor. He looks around himself in disbelief and terror when as quickly as the siren started, it stops. He falls to the ground.
Barton: … Stevens?
He reaches for the walkie when the tower containing the reactor collapses. The last thing Barton sees before he dies is a flash of green light as his body is buried deep below ground with a massive stock of Uranium.
Miles away, two people drive down Highway One as a meteorite streaks towards the ground, temporarily turning the Perdido Beach sky a bright green.
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