Officers Hank Wilcox, age 24, and Ben Jenkins, age 28, heard a request to check out a prank call made to a dispatcher coming from a post office close to their location. They radioed in that they were heard that way and would report what they found, hoping that it was really just a prank and not someone "going postal."
As they pulled up to the post office, they noticed that it was eerily quiet all around. No delivery trucks coming and going as you would expect this time of day.
"Kinda quiet, don't you think?" Officer Jenkins asked his partner.
"I guess. But that's how it is nowadays with everything going electronic," Officer Wilcox replied. But even though Jenkins knew firsthand how much of their own paperwork had been relegated to the computers back at the station, something still felt off. And as they stepped into the building, his suspicions were proven right.
All around them were boys in various states of undress. Some ran around completely nude, while others had oversized adult clothing draped over their shoulders. It was utter chaos. Phones were ringing off the hooks, letters and boxes were scattered everywhere, and pieces of post office uniforms were all over.
"What in the hell..." Officer Wilcox muttered, completely shocked by the sight before him.
"I think we're gonna need backup for this one."
"No shit, partner. Radio in to the station. We're gonna need social services or the missing children unit to come give us a hand with all these kids."
"I'm on it," Officer Jenkins said as he grabbed the radio from his holster and contacted the police station.
Meanwhile, Officer Wilcox began to investigate. He tried asking some of the boys who was in charge, or who had brought them there, but all they would do was single out one of the boys and say, "Tommy's the boss!" Deciding that he wasn't getting anywhere fast, Wilcox began searching the building, starting with a private office labeled 'Mr.Spangler'.
Like the rest of the post office, there were letters and papers scattered everywhere. But there was something else going on in that office. Officer Wilcox heard a familiar sound coming from Mr. Spangler's computer, and as he went around his desk, his suspicions were confirmed: hardcore porn was playing on the monitor.
Just then, Officer Jenkins followed him into the office. "You find anything, Hank?"
"I have no idea, partner. Either some pervert fled the scene, or at least one of these boys is an early bloomer. Close the door and take a look."
Officer Jenkins closed the door carefully behind him, then came around to look at the monitor. Playing on full screen was a porno, left for any wandering eyes to see. Whoever left this place in such a state was a real sicko alright.
But unbeknownst to both of the officers, the virus had spread to them the second they entered the building, and while they were distracted by the porn in front of them, they had no idea that they were already beginning to get younger.