Oxus Gennan.
A corrupter, a tormentor, a lover, a friend.
It was so many things to them.
The van slowly eased in front of the barbed wire electric fence. The posts that were dug in the ground were set every fifteen feet apart and the fence itself was thirty feet high. The electric current held a voltage that soared to 700V; enough to kill animals on the spot.
Enough shock to deter them–all of those cravings, all of those
people.
It was enough to give them internal burns, damage their tissue, and in some cases, stop the heart.
Fatal?
Yes.
Was that always the case?
Not all of the time.
16V was all that was needed to cause serious damage–fatal damage. 16V was enough to kill a man. It could surge through the body, passing through internal organs.
If it hit that one precious organ, a man could die.
If the heart was struck, he would be out of luck.
The van drove alongside the speaker box and small control panel. The driver’s finger held and pressed the button to bring down his window. His arm extended out the van, over the control pad.
His fingers got to work, typing in the six number key code to open a section of the barbed fence.
When he pressed the return key, he heard the familiar whizzing sound of electric voltage begin to descend only slightly.
700V.
650 V.
600V.
550V.
500V.
It was still enough shock to cause damage.
The two posts positioned in front of the van shifted. The electric wires connecting both posts together began to retract inside the posts. The middle section in the wires split apart, creating a space wide enough for their van to pass through.
The driver checked his mirrors.
No one was behind them.
Good.
His boot pressed softly on the gas pedal and the van stirred back to life. The tires rolled over tree debris, cracking twigs in two. Elist looked out the window. She gazed back at the electric fence and her heart ached thinking of all of those on the other side of it.
If only.
The transition was a normal sight.
Past the chaos–the upturned trees, dirtied streets filled with debris, cracked pavement, abandoned homes, cracked windows–and into the calm.
It was like a border. A forbidden border bridging one side to the next. Some didn’t like the bridge; they felt vulnerable, open. There were too many gaps, open opportunities.
Like a gate wide open with angels playing on harps, singing and beckoning one to come forth and end their nightmares.
End their pain.
The red cross van drove down the narrow street that ran several yards long. There was nothing to either side of them, except dirt; dirt where the grass should be.
Everything was dead.
The air was quiet, silenced by thoughts.
Elist’s head bobbed to the movement of the van.
She looked towards her friend, Serene, the woman who helped her.
The both of them smiled–faintly, weakly.
They knew what the other was thinking.
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