fast.”
Winny stood with his ear pressed against the office door. He turned toward Garth, his eyes squinting. He was annoyed as he asked, “What do you mean?”
“Take a wild guess.” He was being sarcastic. “I want to take a walk, get some exercise. Winny…the fucking phone is dead.” Garth barked back. “I say we shift into holy-shit-mode and get the hell out of here.”
“Okay.” Winny returned. He was unfazed by Garth’s snide remarks and frantic plan. But it was true...they needed to get out.
He reopened the office door and slid into the backroom. He stood next to the cooler entrance, the refrigerated room where they stored beer and soft drinks. The cooler stretched all the way to the back of the store. They headed through the cold dark tunnel. The frigid air oddly soothed them.
They moved past the chilling rows of bottled beer. There were no more screams. Shadows danced in front of the frosted glass doors as they hurried forward. Whatever was going on in the store had gotten worse. Nothing about this night or the last customers was good.
When they reached the back, Winny pumped the latch up and swung the door open. A quick breeze of humid air snuck in from outside. They were ever-so-silent as they exited. They both halted when a deep voice spoke to them.
“You’re not leaving now, are you? The party just started.” It was the psycho blonde. She cackled in a childish, maniacal fashion.
Disturbed, wanting to run, Garth took a quick glimpse at the woman. The strange blonde lady that’d come in with the psycho guy, Sammael.
Hadn’t she been shot ?
There was a hole in her stomach. The outer ridges of the hole were peeled back. Her shirt was burned and dry blood crusted around the hole, but no blood flowed out. Somehow, she’d stopped the bleeding.
Who the hell are these people? Garth wondered as he shoved the back door open.
Winny ran outside.
Garth felt Jezebeth’s cold hands wrap around his neck. She pulled him backward, digging her fingernails into the soft skin of his neck. Her grip was intense and it wouldn’t be long before he’d be bleeding. Watching in horrified silence, Garth witnessed Winny round the corner of the store taking-off into the parking lot. Garth was alone .
Winny stopped. Garth was terrified. He wanted Winny to keep going. To run until his legs quit. Winny’s life would be endangered if he came back to help. As much as Winny annoyed Garth, the thought of harm coming to his brother was devastating.
The last thing Garth witnessed before he was snatched through the door, with superhuman strength, was Winny’s face. Winny had spun around and was running back toward the rear entrance. But it was too late. The door didn’t open from the outside.
4
Crickets chirped, loons cried, signifying the night was alive. The cornfields held the night’s critters. Breathing heavy, heart pounding, Winny skidded to a halt near the rear entrance. He was sweating. The night air was warm, humid. He grabbed the metal door-handle and attempted to pull it open. He yanked hard, but the door didn’t budged. It was locked, impossible to open from the outside and he didn’t have his keys. The latch locked from the inside. Still, he made an attempt—and failed.
Without hesitation, he sprinted to the front of the store. He slowed when he got to the corner. He didn’t know who or what would be on the other side of the building. It might be an armed robber or it might be a sadistic freak. He didn’t care to meet either, but he needed to get his brother out of trouble. Adrenaline controlled his thoughts. Scared as he was, he wouldn’t let his brother fight alone, even if it meant dying.
The confusion as to what these people were and why they were here had diminished. Survival was all that mattered and not just for him. Winny and Garth would leave
Winny stood with his ear pressed against the office door. He turned toward Garth, his eyes squinting. He was annoyed as he asked, “What do you mean?”
“Take a wild guess.” He was being sarcastic. “I want to take a walk, get some exercise. Winny…the fucking phone is dead.” Garth barked back. “I say we shift into holy-shit-mode and get the hell out of here.”
“Okay.” Winny returned. He was unfazed by Garth’s snide remarks and frantic plan. But it was true...they needed to get out.
He reopened the office door and slid into the backroom. He stood next to the cooler entrance, the refrigerated room where they stored beer and soft drinks. The cooler stretched all the way to the back of the store. They headed through the cold dark tunnel. The frigid air oddly soothed them.
They moved past the chilling rows of bottled beer. There were no more screams. Shadows danced in front of the frosted glass doors as they hurried forward. Whatever was going on in the store had gotten worse. Nothing about this night or the last customers was good.
When they reached the back, Winny pumped the latch up and swung the door open. A quick breeze of humid air snuck in from outside. They were ever-so-silent as they exited. They both halted when a deep voice spoke to them.
“You’re not leaving now, are you? The party just started.” It was the psycho blonde. She cackled in a childish, maniacal fashion.
Disturbed, wanting to run, Garth took a quick glimpse at the woman. The strange blonde lady that’d come in with the psycho guy, Sammael.
Hadn’t she been shot ?
There was a hole in her stomach. The outer ridges of the hole were peeled back. Her shirt was burned and dry blood crusted around the hole, but no blood flowed out. Somehow, she’d stopped the bleeding.
Who the hell are these people? Garth wondered as he shoved the back door open.
Winny ran outside.
Garth felt Jezebeth’s cold hands wrap around his neck. She pulled him backward, digging her fingernails into the soft skin of his neck. Her grip was intense and it wouldn’t be long before he’d be bleeding. Watching in horrified silence, Garth witnessed Winny round the corner of the store taking-off into the parking lot. Garth was alone .
Winny stopped. Garth was terrified. He wanted Winny to keep going. To run until his legs quit. Winny’s life would be endangered if he came back to help. As much as Winny annoyed Garth, the thought of harm coming to his brother was devastating.
The last thing Garth witnessed before he was snatched through the door, with superhuman strength, was Winny’s face. Winny had spun around and was running back toward the rear entrance. But it was too late. The door didn’t open from the outside.
4
Crickets chirped, loons cried, signifying the night was alive. The cornfields held the night’s critters. Breathing heavy, heart pounding, Winny skidded to a halt near the rear entrance. He was sweating. The night air was warm, humid. He grabbed the metal door-handle and attempted to pull it open. He yanked hard, but the door didn’t budged. It was locked, impossible to open from the outside and he didn’t have his keys. The latch locked from the inside. Still, he made an attempt—and failed.
Without hesitation, he sprinted to the front of the store. He slowed when he got to the corner. He didn’t know who or what would be on the other side of the building. It might be an armed robber or it might be a sadistic freak. He didn’t care to meet either, but he needed to get his brother out of trouble. Adrenaline controlled his thoughts. Scared as he was, he wouldn’t let his brother fight alone, even if it meant dying.
The confusion as to what these people were and why they were here had diminished. Survival was all that mattered and not just for him. Winny and Garth would leave
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