## Evolution First
## Final chapter.
## During the next hour and a half, no more sounds can be heard than the Reptilian autopsy record. In the background is seen David and John vomiting while I extracting the reptilian organs.
*If you are confused read the firsts episodes.*
1
https://goo.gl/TfPxCv
2
https://goo.gl/Rnq8cN
3
https://goo.gl/jFDX1U
4
https://goo.gl/nAqpJu
5
https://goo.gl/mpuCQT
When the video of the autopsy is finished, silence is produced. My friend Gerritz stares at the computer screen, does not move a single muscle. He seems to have run out of stone. Julian Assange looks at me with a face halfway between stupor and panic. But he does not utter a word.
One of Julian's associates leaves the room without a word. The other two collaborators remain seated, with obvious signs of terror.
The wait makes me endless..
*I wonder*
So ? What do you think?
Julian takes a few seconds to answer as he stares at me…
This is incredible even for me, I think I need to see this video again and meditate if we can make this story public…
*Of course it is not the answer you would like to hear to someone who has had to risk his life and cross the Atlantic looking for help.*
As I think of Julian's discouraging words. A man with a beak of short stature and at least ten kilos above his weight burst into the room with a very nervous gesture. Before saying anything, he pulls a handkerchief from the pocket of a suit jacket that appears to be three sizes smaller than he needs.
## Meanwhile in the underground refuge
Two days ago Ben left for London to try to bring this issue to light. Although we have put the Reptilian into a watertight container, the smell is still unbearable. Never in my life had I smelled something like that. John does not seem to care too much.
We keep busy…
I have already made repairs on the wood of this very well-built subterranean shelter while John cleans various weapons and greases them. We also play cards at times.
Time passes very slowly without reference to the sun. We tried to keep the dream patterns with the shelter watch, I had to leave my I-watch along with my smartphone in my house. On John's recommendation to avoid geolocation.
It looks like John is getting ready to go out, he's picking up things for a backpack. Vulcan his faithful friend is sitting in front of him staring at him.
Are you going out
*I wonder*
Yes, I'm going to hunt something and Vulcan stretch his legs, it's getting dark and we will not be long. You stay here.
*Says John*
Ok. I’ll.
I'm left alone as John walks the tunnel meters we entered days ago. Vulcan follows him a step behind without John making a gesture. It does not stop to amaze me this dog seems to read the mind of John.
## Bad news at the embassy
The little man with the mustache who came running in the hall seems important, Julian and his collaborators have risen when he has entered. Begins to speak in Spanish with Julian. Thanks to the army and the missions that I carry out in Colombia, I understand the language perfectly. Julian seems to understand nothing, one of his collaborators translates. I take a step back and keep quiet.
*The ambassador with great nervousness asks Julian.*
What is all this madness? What is that being of the video?
*Julian waits a few seconds before answering, it seems like he's trying to find a simple explanation.*
It seems to be something that will change the books of science and history of humanity.
*The ambassador with more panic than before puts his hands to his head while saying ..*
Oh my goodness!
*Julian looks at him while saying..*
Yes, those beliefs will change too.
*The ambassador turns to me as he shouts.*
You, you have brought death to this embassy.
I remain calm as the ambassador grabs my shirt. After all this man is no more than five feet. He keeps yelling at me as Gerritz and Julian try to get it off me. I remain immobile while they manage to calm him and sit him in a chair.
*Visibly nervous although sitting in the chair the ambassador does not stop repeating ..*
You must go. You must go. YOU HAVE TO GO !!
Julian tries to reassure him knowing that his exit from the embassy will be his death sentence. After a few minutes of shouting the ambassador begins to calm down. Minutes later three men, two well-dressed men in black suits and tie, enter the room, the other has a similar awe to Julian. I find it hard to believe the resemblance so striking that I look at Julian impulsively.
## *At that moment I realize that we are fucked.*
The men take out some guns and start firing at everyone. I throw myself to one side while I notice a sharp prick in the abdomen. I've been a war doctor, things do not look good. As I fall near the door I see Gerritz lying in a pool of blood. Julian is also on the floor. The ambassador seems to be the only one alive apart from me and the men who shoot us. I feel the heat of the blood between my fingers, it seems to come out of a very dark color. I'm a doctor, things do not look good. I notice how I vanish…
## Meanwhile somewhere north of Salt Lake City. Underground shelter.
The waiting becomes eternal. John and his dog Vulcan have been out for hours. Searching for objects I find a radio. It seems unloaded. Although it has a crank. I have to turn the crank. After a few turns, a small red led lights up.
It seems that it works
*I say to myself as if I had discovered the gunpowder.*
After a while the green LED lights up. I turn it on and try unsuccessfully to tune something. I feel frustrated by boredom. I thought I had a good distraction for these long hours in the underground shelter.
One moment, this is a cave! How am I going to tune something here ?!
*I say out loud*
I turn it back on the way to the entrance of the underground refuge. Through the long tunnel of the entrance begins to tune in a choppy music station. I stop at the door without opening it. It will be enough here. I can tune in to a news channel. They talk about the terrorists who have been running for search and capture for days. I do not remember anything about terrorists. But out of curiosity I do not change channels.
The voice of the radio speaks of a terrorist attack in the embassy of Ecuador in London. An accomplice of the terrorists in search and capture in the USA.
Immediately Ben's face comes to mind. From the chill I drop the radio from my hands. As if I will not notice his weight on my fingers. The radio does not stop working while rolling on the ground. Finally he stops against the wall. I have frozen. A feeling very much like when I found the Reptilian in my car. No muscle seems to obey me. I keep listening intently. The radio tells in great detail how Julian Assange and the ambassador of Ecuador came alive from the attack. On the contrary a Dutch citizen and two citizens of Ecuador would have died. In addition to the terrorist of origin of the USA. I sit on the cold floor of the refuge entrance. Ben is dead. Not only that, he's dead because of me. Tears run down my cheeks.
The cold floor seems to freeze my blood. But I'm still sitting. The radio continues to report that the search has been extended to the entire national territory. The National Guard has joined the search for the two terrorist. That's us.In the security of the underground refuge without contact with the outside world I was safe. Without realizing the serious situation we are in. Now I am aware and that burden weighs too much. I sit for a long time, it seems like days, my head is going to explode remembering all the madness that I have lived these last days. Ben has died accused of terrorism. This situation is too big for a simple carpenter like me.
Sitting on the cold floor with numb muscles I hear someone approaching. Strong steps on the outside vegetation. My fear goes off and I feel the adrenaline flow through my veins. I jump to my feet and hide behind a wooden column. The trapdoor begins to descend. The adrenaline blinds me, I see blur. The silhouette of a man is drawn at the entrance. It is night closed on the outside. I hear a voice…
*Calm down. David, it's me, John.*
When the silhouette of a dog next to him appears, it relaxed me a little. Vulcan is with him, must be John. I breathe deeply with relief symptoms.
The small radio that was still working began to go out. I hastened to tell John what I heard on the radio. John does not seem to surprise him. I visibly affected grabbed the John shirt. Vulcan begins to grunt and bark at me.
*With a quiet voice John tells me ..*
I have lived so many covert operations when I was in the army that I am not surprised, we are only pawns …
I mean, that's it, it's all over now? Are we going to die hunted like animals? And even worse, are our families going to be tarnished by the accusation of terrorism that weighs on us? I answer..
*John strokes Vulcan's head before answering… *
As I see it after Ben's death in London, we only have two options. Stay here hidden until the end of time or go out and try to bring this subject to light.Although probably if we choose the second option, death will come a long time before.
## The journey to nowhere.
After sealing the watertight container and picking up some things we get ready to leave our underground shelter. Let's try to get this topic to be known.
The morning is gray. A fine mist does not allow to see beyond four trees in a straight line. We descend. The steep slopes that the other day so hard to climb today did not seem so steep. I have a hard time descending on them. Days of inactivity are noticeable. My legs do not respond well. John however continues with firm steps. We got to the cars. The fog is thicker. John asks me to help him remove the cloth that camouflages the cars. We removed it ..
When we finish removing the camouflage John kneels at the height of Vulcan's face and begins to remove the necklace of his dear companion.
*While says.. *
We have lived together so much, I have enjoyed your friendship for the past four years. But this is the moment of sacking, you should not die for human errors. Go old friend, find a new home …
Vulcan remains static, he seems to refuse to comply with the order of its owner.
*John gets up and tells me ..*
We have to split, when we get to the state highway we will head each in one direction. This way we will have a better chance that one of the two will be able to upload all the information to the Internet. I wish you good luck David. You've been a good friend all these years. But what is about to happen surpasses both of us.
*I impulsively hug John as I say in a choked voice… *
Please, forgive me. Forgive me..
The tears come back from my eyes. I have cried more these days than in my previous 47 years.
*John slaps me on the back and tells me ..*
There is nothing to forgive, I chose to help you, nobody forced me. Besides, you have been one of the few people I could trust in my life.
We got into our cars. Vulcan does not seem to obey John and jumps up to the truck. We drove through the fog through the forest dirt roads. A sense of suffocating pressure on my chest accompanies me. I can hardly follow John down the forest dirt roads with my 90's vehicle. A few yards off the state road John stops. I stand parallel to his truck and under the copilot window to talk to him.
*John says*
You head right north and try to get to Canada, I'll go south to Mexico. Good luck friend.
*I answer*
Okay. I can never thank you enough for everything you have done for me. Thank you so much for everything. Good luck friend.
I do what John told me. I'm headed north. From the rearview mirror I see John's truck moving away from me. The fog continues to surround everything around me. After almost an hour driving decided to turn on the radio. The news of the "supposed" terrorist attack is on all the stations. I still drive on autopilot. My mind is somewhere else. Suddenly on the radio station I start to hear.
### Latest news, latest news !!
The voice of a journalist begins to narrate, a man with a black truck has run over two police officers on a roadblock and has fled. He is believed to be one of the two terrorists who were in search and capture.
The pressure on my chest is getting stronger. So much that I have to stop my vehicle.
The journalist continues to narrate how several helicopters have joined the chase.
I notice how the heart seems to be coming out of my chest. I see blurry. I have an unbearable buzz in my ears.
From the radio leave comments of victory.
### The famous terrorist has been shot down along with a German Shepherd dog..
### After four days of searching has finally been neutralized this dangerous killer. Hundreds of police officers have been needed. The journalist says in a triumphant voice.
### All we have to do is find the other terrorist. It is armed and very dangerous ..
In desperation I start to cry like a child. Hands on the steering wheel. My lungs burn in every breath of air.
All are dead. I am alone…
*I scream in a broken voice.*
I have to move ..
*I think out loud*
I can hardly drive again. I realize that soon I will have to stop to refuel. After taking a curve I see a small town a few miles away. It can be a good place to refuel. I try to compose myself while I comb a little looking at myself in the rearview mirror. I have a very bad face after these last days of nightmare. A small gas station appears on the right side of the road. It seems very quiet. I decide to refuel. From the petrol station comes an elderly man, with a thick white beard and face of few friends. I ask you to fill the tank without getting out of the car. I realize that I do not carry cash. I ask if I can use a credit card. He says yes.
After paying for the fuel, I decided to clean a little before heading north. The gas station bathroom seems to take years without someone cleaning it. I hear a car stop at the gas station. From where I am I can not see the road. Two men in black suit and tie go into the gas station.
As soon as they see me they take out their weapons and shoot the old man with a white beard.
I am paralyzed by fear as they point to me. I notice a hot liquid falling from my forehead, I vanish …
## All the national and foreign media celebrate the death of the "supposed" terrorists. Many people in their homes are relieved. Life goes on as if nothing had happened …
## *I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing.*
## *Enjoy your day. Enjoy your life.*
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