Free Beacon Of Light: Episode one (The ultimate post apocalyptic sci-fi thriller serial) by Luis Samways Page A

hours. Day was breaking through the early morning clouds into the living room through the towering white bay windows that the tenant had installed. Frank playfully thought how those windows would have been worth the price in cold cash if the people who lived there decided that putting a 10 foot security wall around the garden for privacy hindered the actual likelihood of anyone witnessing a crime. Or maybe that was the whole idea.
    Frank was looking around the once immaculate living room, which was well furnished and had its fair share of Persian exports. He thought about how wealthy the occupants were compared to him. He understood that they were not millionaires by any stretch of the imagination, but they could afford premium cable as he looked at the 52 inch theatre sitting nicely in the corner.
    No wall brackets he thought to himself.
    At least they were not idiots because TVs are notoriously unstable mounted on walls.
    He did notice that they had some marvellous paintings on the wall, but he didn’t genuinely care for art. He started to realise that maybe he was paying attention to the mundane because of what lay in the corner of his eye. He finally decided to acknowledge the 15 neatly piled bodies in the corner of the room. Bullet holes are scattered all over the corpses. He was sure that there was not one pint of blood left in them.
    ‘Shit. That’s sad,’ Frank said to himself
    ‘What’s sad?’ A woman’s voice hissed into his ear
    Frank turned to see a tall brunet woman standing next to him. She was wearing a white lab coat, so he assumed she was part of the forensic team. She was pretty but overly assertive in the way she stood. He knew that she knew she was good looking but she was the type of girl, in his estimation that saw that as a burden.
    ‘It’s sad that the Persian carpet underneath the bodies can’t be sold at the police auction. It’s probably worth at least $800; I could have gotten it for $150, always wanted one of them rugs,’ Says Frank
    The woman in the lab coat doesn’t seem too impressed by his sense of humour.
    ‘Frankly I don’t honestly care for overpriced tat. I would be more concerned with the fact that 15 people were murdered last night. That in its self is a scary enough thought, let alone the fact that he is still at large,’ The pretty woman says
    Frank lets out a little laugh
    ‘I’ll catch them. That’s what I do,’ he says
    ‘Well let’s hope you do Mr McKenzie,’ says the woman
    Frank’s eyes light up
    ‘Ah, so you do know who I am? I was hoping that you do  because now I can just skip all the small talk and get to the fun!’
    ‘I can assure you Frank that the only fun we will have  is this,’ the pretty woman says
    ‘Damn, I was just playing around lady. Haven’t you ever been told that a little joke here and there can do wonders for your life? I’m sure that the things you see every day are just as bad as the things I see.  So releasing steam is what I do best,’ says Frank
    He looks at her as she blatantly isn’t impressed and just wants to get away from him.
    ‘Look Miss, I’ll catch the bastards. They are only human after all,’ says Frank, trying to convince the lady in the lab coat.
    She grimaces
    ‘I wouldn’t be so sure of that,’ she says
    The woman gestures Frank to follow her, so he does. She walks out of the living room and walks up the stairs. They both make their way into the home’s office. As Frank walks in after the woman, he notices the trashed computer, which he thought was peculiar, seeing that the whole house is in pristine condition, none of the houses contents is damaged aside from the Persian rug. He turns to the woman.
    ‘What’s up with the broken PC? It’s a bit strange how it’s the only damaged object in the whole house,’ Says Frank
    ‘As you know, the woman downstairs is Jane Chase. We have a positive ID on her and the 14 other Victims. Her children are included in that list. The only person who did not