National Alert

I was on a train when the National Alert went off Wednesday. I was on the Metro Silver Line going from Washington’s Union Station to the Dulles Airport station. I spent the night at a Holiday Inn near the airport because I had an early flight on Thursday morning.

The ride on the metro from Union Station to Dulles takes about an hour. I didn’t know about the alert but apparently, a lot of people knew it was coming. But I jumped out of my seat when it went off on the train because all the rider’s phones went off simultaneously with that alert sound. It was like the start of a bad Stephen King novel.

It was just a normal day and Clay was looking forward to his cartoonist convention in San Francisco while taking a train to his hotel. The temperature was a mild 82 with clear skies. It was going to be a good day. His mind was on the upcoming convention, talking shop and politics with his colleagues, seeing old friends, maybe getting some authentic Chinese food in Chinatown, and spreading rumors about all the cartoonists who failed to attend, like the cross-dressing Mike Luckovich. when suddenly, a national alert sounded on his phone. It was eerie as every phone on the train sounded. It was disturbing but everyone quickly moved the alert away to go back to surfing whichever social media app they were using at the moment. But this turned out to be false comfort as when the doors opened the next stop, a horde of MAGAt zombies stumbled into the car and started biting good decent people who just wanted to live their lives without MAGAt zombies attacking.

Clay busted a window and leaped to tracks, making sure to grab his iPad first because that shit’s expensive yo, escaping the MAGAt zombies, who were chomping for brains because they didn’t have any, only to be greeted by an alien invasion.

We’re doomed. We’re all doomed.

I’m in San Francisco. I’ll say to the other cartoonists for you. And Mike Luckovich isn’t really a crossdresser… I don’t think.

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