19: Bridge of Death

O V E R   F I V E   T H O U S A N D  miles away from Berlin, where the first high energy surge penetration had just occurred following violent flashes of lightning streaming down on the city, it had still been unclear what had just happened when the same thing went on to ensue in San Francisco at around nine in the bright summer morning.

There happened to be a large brown minivan that was just entering the vast orange structure that stretched high above the Pacific Ocean—the Golden Gate bridge.

The minivan had then joined the long line of traffic that had formed along the bridge after a certain disturbance had occurred.

In the back of the car, there sat two kids—a girl probably in her teens with short dark hair and adjacent to her was a boy who looked twice younger than her. Both of them were dark skinned, with the girl engrossed in her phone while the boy was looking out his open car