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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Dec 4, 2018 18:14:48 GMT -8
 I run back over to William once the creature's down, only just realizing the kid was out of the car when I turned back to face him. I felt like a fool for smashing our chance at escape. Things were dangerous enough without the broken glass.Gerald -
"Please get back in the car, William. I've had enough chasing today to last me a lifetime." t would take more monsters to chase me into that void, though. |
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 4, 2018 20:27:48 GMT -8
William obeyed, curling up into a little ball in the passenger seat. The monster shambled for you, looking like a bizarre impossibility in the relative banality of the neighborhood around.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Dec 4, 2018 20:47:04 GMT -8
Maybe if we got far enough away we could find a place to hide? I drove soon as we were both buckled up.Gerald -
"At least I think that creature's slowed down now..."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 5, 2018 17:25:54 GMT -8
The monster was certainly hobbled. Where did you head? It seemed that the entire city lay before you, albeit in a deserted form.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Dec 5, 2018 21:46:00 GMT -8
I started driving towards Fort Street with no concrete destination in mind. If there were no people in this world we could go anywhere, right?Gerald -
"Where would you like to go, William? Have you ever been to The Henry Ford? I loved that when I was your age."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 6, 2018 5:52:38 GMT -8
The little boy seemed dazed, but all too eager to be on the move, looking out a city that is so wonderfully banal compared to the earlier sights.William-
"Oh, hm, yeah I think... we did a, uh, field trip..." Fog hung low in the air, mists rolled over the gravel lots like they did on frosty mornings. All the rain had stopped, the air swiftly becoming less frigid. Maybe it was just a calm before the storm, or maybe it really was just calm.
A strange feeling comes over you, something like being in a plane as it's taking off, yet the ground is stable. William seems interested in looking out the window; his seat belt on like a good boy.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Dec 6, 2018 20:22:16 GMT -8
Last time I had an odd feeling I'd discovered a gateway to another world. What would happen now? I thought about stopping the car somewhere.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 7, 2018 0:29:16 GMT -8
The misty clouds are growing thicker, some of it seeping in through the radiator. It's cold, but fresh, especially after so much time in the muggy, airless ship. Did that even happen? It starts to sound absurd the longer you are away.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Dec 7, 2018 17:30:46 GMT -8
I would definitely stop if the fog was too thick to drive in safely.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 7, 2018 20:05:55 GMT -8
The road ahead was straight and empty, though the fog obscured what was much further.William-
"Are we going to see my parents?"
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Dec 7, 2018 23:16:01 GMT -8
I did just speak with a dead woman. What was really possible?Gerald -
"I wish I had an answer to tell you."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 8, 2018 0:12:31 GMT -8
William shuddered in his seat like he was having a low-key seizure. Before you could ask him what was going on, it overtook you as well. You couldn't breathe, all your muscles spasmed and you lost control of the car. The cold mist filled your chest, sweeping through your body. Was this what dying felt like?
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Dec 9, 2018 0:08:28 GMT -8
Panic came over me as I struggled to find my breath and take back control. What would be a mundane speed with hands on the wheel turned life-threatening. I became hyper-aware of the sensation of the wheels rolling beneath us.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 9, 2018 17:45:16 GMT -8
The car kept rolling on of its own accord, slowing to a sluggish pace without crashing into anything. William had grown still and limp, and your own quaking was subsiding as well. Your breath became shallow and weak, your heart slowing.
What did you think about? Did you have any regret, anyone you were sad to leave behind?
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Dec 9, 2018 20:40:16 GMT -8
I never knew my great grandfather well, but I remember his funerary service at our church. I was a toddler when he died and it didn't really sink in at the time.
I heard all about how great-granddad was, "with the angles now", but Mama never said nothing like that. She said he was still there with her. It didn't make sense to me then, but now I understand.
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