David. When I got to the other side, I looked back to see Phil giving his wife a kiss and whispered something in her ear. She waved at us as Phil jogged across the street, and then went back into the bookstore.
“If anything bad happens, meet back at the bookstore. If we really are being attacked, then it must be an invasion because there’s nothing in this area of Florida that means much of anything to anyone. I have a little stock of supplies in the back.” Phil said.
“Supplies, what kind of supplies do you have?” I asked, surprised that Phil had been prepared for anything more than a book shortage.
“Well, let’s just say I have enough for at least a few days. We can worry about the details later.”
The building across the street was a law firm and even though it was directly in front of my shop, I never talked to the owner. The windows were tinted a dark color and on each of the three doors was a different attorney’s name. None of them got their hair cut by me. We didn’t bother checking in on them because of it being a Saturday. Instead, we continued past to the road behind the building.
When we got around the corner, we saw the cause of the explosion. An ambulance and a large white van had crashed. The ambulance was engulfed in flames in the middle of the road. The van looked like it was pulling onto the road when it was hit. It was severely dented, like it had rolled several times. It laid on its passenger side against a telephone pole that was cracked and, held up by the wires.
“We need to check for survivors!” I yelled, running to the van. I figured there wouldn’t be any survivors in the ambulance because of the fire and the others apparently the others felt the same way too because we all had run to the van.
The van was one of Ms. Carol’s daycare vans. My stomach knotted up at the sight of the colorful lettering. The front windshield was shattered and there weren’t any children inside, just two adults who were covered in blood and were moving around in their seats trying to get out.
“Thank the Lord above. No children and two adults that are still alive! Hold on we’re going to get you out.”
David climbed on top of the van and pulled open the door. He screamed, and fell back, letting the door slam shut.
“There’s no way, no way they’re still alive. But still they move, still they live!” David rolled off the van, landed on his feet, and ran towards us.
“What are you talking about David? Calm down! Let me take a good look” Phil said. He climbed on top, just a little slower than David had. He opened the door and looked in. He didn’t need to say a word about what he saw inside. His face lost all the color and his knees went weak for a moment.
“I don’t believe this. Daniel, come get a look at this, see if you can make any sense out of it.”
I joined him with such ease that both Phil and David looked surprised. I may have a belly, but I wasn’t going to let it slow me down.
Inside was splattered with blood, more blood than I thought a human body could bleed. Both the driver and passenger had extremely deep chunks missing out of the side of their neck. So deep, that I could see the bone. Yet, even with these injuries, they thrashed around. The driver looked up at me. His eyes were a white gray. His mouth opened widely as he stretched his hand to me. Blood dripped from his mouth. It looked like he had bitten straight through his tongue. He screamed at me. Not a high pitch scream, but a throaty sound as if produced with lungs filled with liquid instead of air. The passenger was more concerned with getting his seatbelt off than paying attention to us. He flung his hands at the release button as if he no longer had function of his fingers.
“What do you think this is?” David said from in front of the van.
“I don’t know. What do we do about them?” I asked.
“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to get in there with them!” Phil yelled
“If anything bad happens, meet back at the bookstore. If we really are being attacked, then it must be an invasion because there’s nothing in this area of Florida that means much of anything to anyone. I have a little stock of supplies in the back.” Phil said.
“Supplies, what kind of supplies do you have?” I asked, surprised that Phil had been prepared for anything more than a book shortage.
“Well, let’s just say I have enough for at least a few days. We can worry about the details later.”
The building across the street was a law firm and even though it was directly in front of my shop, I never talked to the owner. The windows were tinted a dark color and on each of the three doors was a different attorney’s name. None of them got their hair cut by me. We didn’t bother checking in on them because of it being a Saturday. Instead, we continued past to the road behind the building.
When we got around the corner, we saw the cause of the explosion. An ambulance and a large white van had crashed. The ambulance was engulfed in flames in the middle of the road. The van looked like it was pulling onto the road when it was hit. It was severely dented, like it had rolled several times. It laid on its passenger side against a telephone pole that was cracked and, held up by the wires.
“We need to check for survivors!” I yelled, running to the van. I figured there wouldn’t be any survivors in the ambulance because of the fire and the others apparently the others felt the same way too because we all had run to the van.
The van was one of Ms. Carol’s daycare vans. My stomach knotted up at the sight of the colorful lettering. The front windshield was shattered and there weren’t any children inside, just two adults who were covered in blood and were moving around in their seats trying to get out.
“Thank the Lord above. No children and two adults that are still alive! Hold on we’re going to get you out.”
David climbed on top of the van and pulled open the door. He screamed, and fell back, letting the door slam shut.
“There’s no way, no way they’re still alive. But still they move, still they live!” David rolled off the van, landed on his feet, and ran towards us.
“What are you talking about David? Calm down! Let me take a good look” Phil said. He climbed on top, just a little slower than David had. He opened the door and looked in. He didn’t need to say a word about what he saw inside. His face lost all the color and his knees went weak for a moment.
“I don’t believe this. Daniel, come get a look at this, see if you can make any sense out of it.”
I joined him with such ease that both Phil and David looked surprised. I may have a belly, but I wasn’t going to let it slow me down.
Inside was splattered with blood, more blood than I thought a human body could bleed. Both the driver and passenger had extremely deep chunks missing out of the side of their neck. So deep, that I could see the bone. Yet, even with these injuries, they thrashed around. The driver looked up at me. His eyes were a white gray. His mouth opened widely as he stretched his hand to me. Blood dripped from his mouth. It looked like he had bitten straight through his tongue. He screamed at me. Not a high pitch scream, but a throaty sound as if produced with lungs filled with liquid instead of air. The passenger was more concerned with getting his seatbelt off than paying attention to us. He flung his hands at the release button as if he no longer had function of his fingers.
“What do you think this is?” David said from in front of the van.
“I don’t know. What do we do about them?” I asked.
“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to get in there with them!” Phil yelled
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