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Authors: Kevin Collins
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keys were in the ignition. He reached for his weapon but it was lying on the seat inside the cab of the truck.
Well this is great; I’ve really decided to go big on stupid tonight. The Wasters came out of the bushes and surrounded him. He jumped on top of the truck but that only provided a temporary refuge from the onslaught.
He ran across the camper shell to the back of the truck and jumped down and tried to open the tailgate but the Wasters were too fast and were on him in an instant.
He ran and hopped-up on the picnic table and then quickly swung himself up onto the metal covering over the table and the Wasters were right behind him. He crawled up to the peak, some of them were able to jump up and crawl onto the roof but they either slid back down or were dragged down by the others.
They surrounded him and their numbers increased as more of them were drawn in by the racket. Some of them were finally able to clamber up onto the roof and as they did he would kick them back down.
At first it was just one or two were able to manage to climb up but eventually he was having trouble keeping up. One grabbed him by his leg and he was able to slip off his boot and the monster slid back down.
Another caught him by his arm and Mark slid down the slick and wet metallic roof but managed to stop himself just before he went over the side. The wasters grabbed hold of him by his head and he lost his grip on the roof and he slid over until his belt caught on a screw and stopped his fall.
I came this far and now it all ends right here at this picnic ground. The Wasters had hold of his hair and he thought they would pull his scalp off with it. He managed to escape their grasp and pull himself back up but he was done physically; he would no longer be able to fight them off.
Suddenly the area was awash with light, a strong beam swept over the area and the Wasters retreated screaming as they went. Mark sat up and covered his eyes and then bursts of gunfire erupted and the Wasters began to fall. The shooting faded as he passed out from exhaustion.
He was still unconscious when the first rays of dawn revealed themselves. After a time it began to drizzle once again waking him. He looked around and saw no evidence of the events of the night; had he been dreaming. He crawled down and got inside the camper shell and slid the back glass open and climbed into the cab. He cursed himself for his stupidity and fell back into a coma.
Chapter 15
“But why do you want me to call him dad? He’s not my dad he’s just your boyfriend; you’re latest one.”
Mark had just turned sixteen and his tumultuous relationship with his mother had become volatile. After years of her abandoning him with aunts and grandparents or alone while she hung out in the bars and saloons chasing down and sleeping with every man she could find Mark felt he did not need to obey her at all.
She had never been there for him when he had needed her most. He used to lie in his bed and cry at night wishing that she would come in and hold him, he longed for her touch and to curl up next to her warm and safe.
“It’s not like that now Mark, we’re married,” his mother said brushing his hair from his face.
Her boyfriends or “man friends” as she called them were more important to her than he was; he had always known that. She would disagree but that was just to keep her conscience from making her nights sleepless and unbearable.
She loved Mark but she loved the saloons and the nightlife and the men more but he was a mistake she would not make again. Their years together had not been good ones, oh yes there were good memories of their life together that he kept inside of his vault, like the Christmas they spent together just the two of them, or the trip to Colorado they went on one summer.
But those moments were far and few between. Countless times he spent locked in his bedroom, his coloring books and toys his only companions while she and her latest “man
Well this is great; I’ve really decided to go big on stupid tonight. The Wasters came out of the bushes and surrounded him. He jumped on top of the truck but that only provided a temporary refuge from the onslaught.
He ran across the camper shell to the back of the truck and jumped down and tried to open the tailgate but the Wasters were too fast and were on him in an instant.
He ran and hopped-up on the picnic table and then quickly swung himself up onto the metal covering over the table and the Wasters were right behind him. He crawled up to the peak, some of them were able to jump up and crawl onto the roof but they either slid back down or were dragged down by the others.
They surrounded him and their numbers increased as more of them were drawn in by the racket. Some of them were finally able to clamber up onto the roof and as they did he would kick them back down.
At first it was just one or two were able to manage to climb up but eventually he was having trouble keeping up. One grabbed him by his leg and he was able to slip off his boot and the monster slid back down.
Another caught him by his arm and Mark slid down the slick and wet metallic roof but managed to stop himself just before he went over the side. The wasters grabbed hold of him by his head and he lost his grip on the roof and he slid over until his belt caught on a screw and stopped his fall.
I came this far and now it all ends right here at this picnic ground. The Wasters had hold of his hair and he thought they would pull his scalp off with it. He managed to escape their grasp and pull himself back up but he was done physically; he would no longer be able to fight them off.
Suddenly the area was awash with light, a strong beam swept over the area and the Wasters retreated screaming as they went. Mark sat up and covered his eyes and then bursts of gunfire erupted and the Wasters began to fall. The shooting faded as he passed out from exhaustion.
He was still unconscious when the first rays of dawn revealed themselves. After a time it began to drizzle once again waking him. He looked around and saw no evidence of the events of the night; had he been dreaming. He crawled down and got inside the camper shell and slid the back glass open and climbed into the cab. He cursed himself for his stupidity and fell back into a coma.
Chapter 15
“But why do you want me to call him dad? He’s not my dad he’s just your boyfriend; you’re latest one.”
Mark had just turned sixteen and his tumultuous relationship with his mother had become volatile. After years of her abandoning him with aunts and grandparents or alone while she hung out in the bars and saloons chasing down and sleeping with every man she could find Mark felt he did not need to obey her at all.
She had never been there for him when he had needed her most. He used to lie in his bed and cry at night wishing that she would come in and hold him, he longed for her touch and to curl up next to her warm and safe.
“It’s not like that now Mark, we’re married,” his mother said brushing his hair from his face.
Her boyfriends or “man friends” as she called them were more important to her than he was; he had always known that. She would disagree but that was just to keep her conscience from making her nights sleepless and unbearable.
She loved Mark but she loved the saloons and the nightlife and the men more but he was a mistake she would not make again. Their years together had not been good ones, oh yes there were good memories of their life together that he kept inside of his vault, like the Christmas they spent together just the two of them, or the trip to Colorado they went on one summer.
But those moments were far and few between. Countless times he spent locked in his bedroom, his coloring books and toys his only companions while she and her latest “man
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