Jim Thorn - Arrival: A Post-Apocalyptic Thriller

Maya Talbot lived for the moments suspended between life and death. Although she couldnt save everyone, being a paramedic at Nashville Fire Department Station #19 made her feel necessarylike she was contributing something positive to this crazy world.

Nevertheless, the bags under her eyes grew darker with each shift, which was natural for a single mother working such a stressful job. In a few years, shed be approaching forty, and the thought of it made her shudder. Despite Maya still receiving her fair share of compliments, though, her hair required more frequent colorings, and the killer blond phase had finally grown out to lighten the last several inches of her long, dark hair. The Southern sun kept her face perpetually tan, but it had also begun to draw crows feet at the corner of her sharp, hazel eyes. It was all part of aging, no matter how much hot yoga she did or how much kale she ate.

Shed compensated by keeping a strict workout regimen to help her stay healthy and defy age. Despite her busy schedule, Maya was sure to squeeze in yoga, cardio, and weightlifting. Shed also kept up with her Jiu-Jitsu sessions, which shed been taking for nearly twenty years. And although she hadnt had as much time of late for hobbies, Maya loved getting her hands dirty under the hood of a cherry red 1965 Mustang shed been restoring for years.

Maya drove down Rosa Parks Boulevard with her partner, Reno, in the passenger seat. Theyd wrapped up their final break of their shift at the Farmers Market. Jamaica Way was there, and it was one of Mayas favorite restaurants in the city. The last time the two of them had eaten there, their break had been cut short by an Emergency Medical Dispatch callor an EMD, as the paramedics called itto a nearby house where a woman had suffered a stroke. But no calls had come in during the latter part of their shift, so theyd managed to take an extended break. Maya had ordered jerk chicken, not even bothering to skim the rest of Jamaica Ways menu.

The leaves had started to turn, and it was cool enough for folks with small children to be out and enjoying the park after a long, hot summer. Nashville sparkled in October as the humidity finally died down and autumn arrived. Maya had spent all that summer in Tennessee working extended shifts to cover for everyone elses vacation. Somebody had to be on duty. They passed Bicentennial Capital Mall where folks strolled and fed the birds.

I really need a vacation.

Ha! You and me both, Reno said, running his hand through his short afro.

Didnt you go to New Orleans for four days?

Yeah, but that was way back in July.

Oh, yeah, youre right. That was like a whole three months ago, she said, the last three words dripping with sarcasm.

Seems like longer.

Youve been my partner for

One year and eleven months.

Maya smiled at him. Wow. So precise. Are we dating now?

I wanted to make sure you remembered that next month is two years. You know, so you can get me an anniversary gift.

Yeah, right, Maya said, laughing. But as I was saying, do you remember me ever taking a vacation?

What about those three days I had to spend with Raymond as my partner?

Are you kidding me? That wasnt a vacation! My son was sick!

Well, believe me when I say you got the better end of that deal. Raymond drives like a maniac. I thought I was going to end up in the back of this rig.

Reno Harvey had moved to Nashville from Baltimore, and being almost ten years her junior, he kept Maya on her toes out in the field. They had been partners for two years now, and although soft-spoken, Reno carried himself with an inner intensity. She knew he was strong, as hed grown up in inner-city Baltimore. His father had split when he was only eight, leaving him to help his mother take care of his two younger siblings. Reno had defied the odds of many other African-American men from his neighborhood by graduating high school, obtaining a college degree, and getting out of town. Hed come to Nashville with his girlfriend, Robin, who hed recently broken up with. Maya had no doubt that the kind and gentle man would find another easily.

Maya checked the traffic around her and grinned as she took a sharp turn onto Charlotte Avenue.

Whoa! Reno said, grabbing onto the dashboard and forcing himself to slide into the door as if theyd taken the turn at eighty miles per hour instead of twenty.

As she straightened the ALS rig, Maya laughed.

Nice, Reno said. I sure hope youll be more careful with that vintage Mustangif you ever get it street legal.

If, Maya said, drawing out the single syllable. The two-row-core radiators dont have enough cooling capacity for the inline-sixes, let alone a V8. Old Stangs are always overheatingmine did the last time I had it on the road.

The EMD radio buzzed. We need all available units to 3rd and Broadway. Vehicular accident involving pedestrians. Injuries reported.

Jesus, Maya said.

Reno grabbed the radio. Copy.

Maya switched on the siren as they drove around Municipal Auditorium. Luckily, they were only a few blocks away from the scene, but people had already crowded the narrow one-way streets. She honked the horn and swerved around the cars as best she could.

A car and pedestrians, Reno said. You dont think this is a terrorist attack?

Dont know. All I know is this traffics making it a pain for us to get there and find out.

Several vehicles in front of them had stopped, and they were approaching them fast.

Come on! Maya yelled, laying on the horn. She groaned and blew a wisp of hair away from her face before cutting out around them, narrowly missing a newspaper stand as their tires popped up on the curb.

All right. You might be as crazy as Raymond behind the wheel.

Five cop cars had already blocked off Broadway in both directions, but Maya pulled the rig to the middle of the road so that she and Reno could jump out with their gear.

Some of the officers kneeled next to the wounded while others fought to keep the gathering crowds out of the way. As Maya approached, she saw about a dozen people on the ground. She looked for blood to figure out who needed medical attention first. On the sidewalk in front of WannaBs Karaoke Bar, a sedan had crashed into a pole. Smoke billowed from under its hood. An officer hurried over to Maya and Reno as a firetruck came around the corner and another rig headed toward them from the other end of Broadway.

Who is most critically injured?

This way.

People were screaming. Some of the hurt reached for Maya and Reno as they passed by, and she bit her bottom lip, seeing the pain on peoples faces. They had to focus on the most critically injured first, though, and wait for back-up to arrive for the rest.

The officer led Maya to a woman lying on her side. Blood streaked her blond hair, and she clutched the bump that was her stomach. Maya kneeled.

Whats your name, sweetie? she asked, keeping her tone soft and steady.

Courtney, the young woman said with a stutter. She was wearing a pants suit and had likely been walking on the sidewalk when the car had run up onto the curb.

All right, Courtney. Im here and Im going to take care of you. How far along are you?

Thirty-four weeks.

Okay, good, good, Maya said. She put on her stethoscope, checking Courtneys heartbeat. As expected, it was high. She moved her hand down to Courtneys stomach, feeling for bloodand movement. Can you tell me what happened?