Apocalypse Rising Page #4

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bones,

setting them

in the shape of a bird.

I dug them up, and he joked

that they might be prehistoric

and suggested that I send them

to the Natural History Museum

for analysis.

A week later,

while watching the news,

I saw the museum curator

holding my set of chicken bones

and the letter with

my name and address on it.

He called them "extra-crispy

Jurassic bones."

India, we can reminisce

about your life

when you're lying

in your coffin.

I guess I won't be fantasizing

about you anymore.

Mia has something

important to say.

She was too polite

to interrupt your boring

and excruciatingly long story.

There's something buried

at the bottom of the Dead Sea.

And it's not those KFD bones.

She probably doesn't even know

what KFC is,

or McDonald's, I suspect.

She has a gift.

Mia did find the skull

that got us additional funding.

I owe you. As long as you don't

tell me that the chicken bones

were dead when they were killed.

Of course not.

Bird bones don't return

from the dead.

At least I understand that much.

Unless the chickens' brains

and ligaments

were still intact;

then they might.

- If this is a joke...

- There's nothing funny about the living dead.

Remember way back when

before the first Reawakening?

When only five emerged?

That was pretty interesting...

and darkly humorous.

A few dead were

scientific curiosities

and we could joke about it.

When there are millions of them

and they outnumber the living

ten-to-one,

not so funny anymore.

We'll just say

they had the last laugh.

You're an odd bunch.

What planet

did you say you're from?

[Thora] I already

confided in India

that we're extraterrestrials.

She laughed and made

a reference to "phoning home."

[Magnum] I very much like her,

but if India Jones

is considered among

the most open-minded

of the Earth humans,

as she attests...

[Mia] It doesn't bode well

for the rest of the people

on this planet.

[India]

I swear they're communicating.

Maybe these people are

not from Earth after all.

[Thora]

That's what I told you.

[India] Where are you guys

from, exactly?

We're from Rathe.

It's a planet in what you guys

call the "habitable zone."

Rathe is in Kepler 186-F

of the Cygnus constellation.

I knew there was life there.

Was. Now only the dead

inhabit it.

Well, at this point,

I can handle anything.

You can?

Okay. I'd like you

to meet my father.

Good day, Ms. Jones.

I've heard so much about you.

[thud]

[India sighs]

It's just sunstroke, Noa.

Can you please go fetch

Dr. Coleman?

Tell him we need to conduct

a few DNA tests...

most likely several.

- Sure, Aunt India.

- Thanks.

[man] The Stone of Rhodesia,

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