Her name was Melody Garcia and she was young - only 17 – and had never taken the bus before by herself, let alone to the bad part of town. She tried her hardest not to let people see that she was crying.
When the bus finally came to her stop, she gathered her few things together and waddled off. It would all be over soon. It would all be over soon… she kept telling herself. An hour from now, she’d be back on the bus, headed toward home, and it would be like the whole thing had never happened.
She had scrawled the address on a scrap of paper, stuffed in her pants pocket. She shivered as she walked through the diseased and broken streets. Sirens wailed in the distance. She finally came to the storefront… looked like it had been a convenience store at one time. There were still shelves, with stray cans of tuna and tomato paste here and there. Halogen buzzed and flickered.
In the middle of the store sat a woman with a pale face. “May I help you?”
“Y-yes, I’m here to see Dr. D-Devon,” Melody stuttered.
“Dr. Devon?” The woman smiled. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
The password, the password… Melody closed her eyes and recited, “Cherry blossoms.”
The smile vanished from the woman’s face. She pulled out a clipboard. “Sign at the bottom, Ms. Garcia,” she instructed.
Trembling, Melody did as she was told.
“The doctor will see you now.”
The stock room was gray and cold. There was a table in the center of it. An old man wearing leaned against a walk-in freezer, sucking on a cigar. “Hi-ya,” he said, then coughed violently. “You’re Melody Garcia?”
He nodded. “How old are you?”
He nodded. “Good… that’s good. Hop up on the table, Ms. Garcia.”
Mutley, she nodded, did as she was told.
The doctor took out a walkie-talkie. “Send them in.”
A door opened, and in walked around a dozen men. Many of them were wearing long trench coats, hats pulled down low.
Melody panicked… was she about to be arrested? Was this some elaborate sting operation?
“Gentlemen, please say Hello to Ms. Melody Garcia. Melody is 17 years old and nearly 9 months pregnant.”
There was a murmur of excitement amongst the men.
“Wait… what is this? What’s going on?” said Melody. “Who are these men?!”
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