I used to work for the military, until I was kicked out. “Leaking information,” they said. That I was lucky not to be charged with treason.
I just think that some things shouldn’t be kept hidden from the public.
I thought that was the end of it, but apparently I pissed off the wrong bigwig. I figured that out when I woke up in someone’s basement with a splitting headache and a needle mark on my arm.
Getting out of that predicament was surprisingly easy. Whoever had drugged me hadn’t tied me up, or even bothered to lock up their house. Of course, that wasn’t the only surprise.
I’ve knocked on every door on the street, and nobody’s answered. There’s not a single soul driving down the street, or mowing the lawn, or walking the dog.
The phones don’t work, the cars don’t work - hell, even the water’s been shut off.
But as I’m climbing onto the roof of a deserted house to take my bearings, I see the strangest sight so far.
There’s nothing but desert all around. It’s as if someone had scooped up an entire suburb and just placed it down here. Maybe that explains why everything was cut off.
I’m certain this is connected to my investigation. This is what the military’s been hiding. Well, whatever it is, I’m going straight to the press as soon as I get out.
But I need answers to what’s in front of me, too. Why is this here? What kind of person places a chunk of a town in the desert, of all places?
And why would they fill it with mannequins?