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Saturday, January 18, 2020
After the storm passed, in the chilly hour before dawn, the last of the "space zombies" found their way back to their nest in the derelict house.
From his command post, the squad leader gave the signal: "Go!"
A black van pulled up in front of the house. Albany PD vice cops wearing protective gear jumped out and stormed up the walk. They used a battering ram to smash open the wooden door.
"Police! Albany PD!"
Their high-powered torches illuminated the grotesque horror movie creatures in the 3-D posters on the walls.
One of the cops ripped down a dangling black plastic replica of the 2012 UFO. He tossed the boomerang-shaped object to the floor.
Hippie freaks, he thought. Ought to make them all go live out in the Mojave Desert and wait for the mother ship to arrive.
He kicked at the nearest mattress on the floor. "Police!" he shouted down at the long-haired occupant. "On your feet!"
Blank eyes in an eerie white-painted face stared up at him.
"Hands up! Hands up!" the cop yelled as the kid stumbled to his feet. He shoved the boy against the wall and patted him down.
Upstairs, in a bathroom, another cop found a girl sprawled out, unconscious, on the dirty tile floor beside the toilet. She had vomited in the toilet bowl. Her jeans were stained with urine and feces.
Reaching down, he shook her, and then rolled her onto her side to see her face beneath the mop of dark hair. A nasty bruise on her cheekbone stood out against the streaked white paint. He moved her red scarf aside to feel for a pulse in her throat. The scarf was damp, like her tee shirt and soiled blue jeans.
"Whaddya have?" another cop asked from the doorway.
"Looks like an OD," the cop inside the bathroom said. "Still breathing, but the wagon had better get here fast."
"Got it," the other cop said, touching the comm button on his helmet.
The cop in the bathroom spotted a smear of blood on the corner of the sink. That explained the bruise. She'd banged her face on the sink when she passed out.
Downstairs in the kitchen, cops surveyed the debris of dirty dishes and rotting garbage-and an impressive array of drugs and paraphernalia.
One lowered her weapon and observed, "With a stash like this, they could have stayed zonked out until the next UFO came to visit."
Copyright © 2015 by Frankie Y. Bailey