mutter, “Oh God, not Ian,” as the man approached them.
"Good afternoon, Geoff, and who might this be accompanying you today?” The man spoke in a soft, light voice in a British accent and then smiled. “You don't actually have to answer that. I couldn't help but over hear your encounter with our resident witch doctor. She's rather narrow minded these days, obsessed with death you might say."
"Death?” Jeremy asked.
Ian nodded waving his hand in a very feminine gesture as if dismissing Jeremy's concern. “You've heard about the wave, I'm sure. It broke apart when it hit the Earth you see and our good doctor is worried that a piece of it will hit the sun. If it did, it could disrupt the fusion reactions inside the star like it did the energy sources here and start a chain reaction leading to a big Ka-boom! It would be the end of our solar system. The sun would simply explode going nova prematurely and taking everything else with it. Of course, given our limited resources at the moment, it's impossible to know where the fragments of the wave are headed."
Jeremy blinked, stunned to silence. Ian reached out and laid a hand on his shoulder. “Carpe Diam, young man. Don't worry about the future, only be concerned with the time you have now."
"What brings you out of your private coffin Ian?” Geoff snorted.
"Coffee, my good man, Coffee. I was just on my way to the mess to brew a pot while we still have some left. Would you two care to join me?"
"I think we'll pass,” Geoff said without giving Jeremy a chance to respond.
"Have it your way then,” Ian answered cheerfully and continued along on his quest.
Geoff literally pulled Jeremy out of the control room. “Come on, kid. Let me show you to your bunk."
Geoff took Jeremy to a nearby lift and they rode it down to the military living quarters. A row of twenty-four rooms spread out before them on both sides of the corridor that the lift opened onto. According to Geoff, only three of the base's survivors lived down here, himself, Troy and the base's repair tech, a man named Wade. Dr. Leigh (Sheena), when she could be pried away from her projects, Nathanial, and a woman named Toni who was the base's communications officer stayed on another level in the civilian section while Ian made his home in makeshift quarters he'd set up inside the armoury despite all the available space. Ian had been the C.I.A liaison and was in Geoff's opinion the only complete psychopath left in the complex. There was also a woman named Lex who Geoff explained was in coma. She was kept in the medical labs so Sheena could keep a close eye her and her condition not knowing if she would wake up normal or infected by the disease caused from the radiation of the wave. But for the time being, Geoff assured him, Jeremy could stay with the “normal” people in the military quarters.
The room Geoff gave him was rather Spartan. It contained only a bunk, a small bathroom, and a single table with a computer tied into the base's mainframe on it.
"It's not much,” Geoff said, “But it's a hell of a lot safer than living up there,” Geoff pointed at the ceiling, “Out there with those things."
A memory of Luke's deranged, hungry face flashed through Jeremy's mind and he shuddered.
"The creatures don't come around here much. It's rather secluded and very few people knew there was even anything up here in the mountains. We get a few wanders now and again though. Nothing we can't deal with so far. Besides, even if the things flocked up here in droves, there's no way they could get inside the complex proper."
Jeremy nodded as he shrugged off his backpack and placed it on the bunk. Geoff headed for the door. “You look like you could use some rest so I'll leave you to it. We'll worry about finding you a job tomorrow. Everybody here contributes somehow for the good of