over their left shoulders, they made their way through the tiny passages left open. They flitted their way up and over an Escort’s hood rammed against a 4Runner. Checking behind them for any threat, they stopped occasionally to just listen to the quiet before they began again in their escape to the manmade barrier.
Finally, within sight, Marcy pulled Macy’s short sleeve. “I thought you said to Mr. Sanchez’s,” she protested under her breath, “but this is way farther.”
“Come on, Marcy. It’s not much longer, look,” she said.
They both looked while squatted behind the rear bumper of a dirty white Impala. Standing up slightly, to get a better view, they were shocked to see several dead bodies. They looked like they’d been struck down in an attempt to confront the officers beyond. There were dark blood smears where animals must have fed on them. Their scattered remains were all over the highway surface.
“Oh God,” Marcy said, and covered her mouth before she bent to heave.
Macy just stared beyond the carnage, forcing herself to plan a route. Patting Marcy on the shoulder she said, “I know it’s bad but look over this way. We can make our way over to the edge where there’s a crack between the barrier and the railing. We can push back the barbed wire above it. I think we can squeeze through there to the other side.”
Marcy began to sob in fearful desperation. “It really smells bad with all these bodies. Let’s get out of here before the dogs come back.”
Macy realized this could be the beginning of one of Marcy’s famous breakdowns and pulled her behind her at a crouch through the exposed distance. “Come on, Marcy. We have to get through here,” she said.
Thankfully, Macy knew she and her twin were always on the too-thin side, which they were often teased about. This enabled them to make haste, squeezing in between and under the coiled barbed wire traversing the top. Holding their bags out to her side, Macy went through first. She pulled her bag and then reached for Marcy’s. She looked around at the scene before her on the police’s side. After Marcy had come through, they both stayed hunkered in their corner before coming up with the next plan of action.
At least the bodies were on the other side, though they could still smell their stench. Before them were four police cars, arrowed inward on each side with blue strobe lights working on one of them.
Waiting and listening, they remained in their spot to assess the situation. Finally, Macy said, “I don’t think there’s anyone here. We should go over there to the last car on our side and see if we can find the keys. Then we can back it up and take off from there.”
“You can’t steal a police car, Macy,” Marcy reminded her.
Ignoring her sister, Macy took off, scurrying to the end of the first car. Rather than be left behind, Marcy quickly followed.
Seeing no live souls nor roaming dogs in the vicinity, the twins inched their way past the first car. They squatted down next to the one behind it on the passenger side. Then, they slowly stood and noticed a decaying form, lying back on the reclined driver’s seat. Macy declared this guy ‘way’ dead. With the driver’s door left opened he looked like he must have passed right there, on duty, days before.
She bent low and headed to the rear of the car, where they came abruptly face to face with a panting German Shepherd, scaring the hell out of them both. Panicked, Macy jumped backwards into Marcy, causing the two of them to scream out and land in a heap.
The dog regarded the two and spotted them long before they’d crossed the barrier. He had not seen humans without the smell of sickness in a long time, so he went over to check them out and left his guard post just around the corner.
To Macy’s astonishment, the dog simply sat there, head cocked to one side, regarding them as if they were an oddity. Then, he stood slowly and padded to them, sniffing them, but somehow
Finally, within sight, Marcy pulled Macy’s short sleeve. “I thought you said to Mr. Sanchez’s,” she protested under her breath, “but this is way farther.”
“Come on, Marcy. It’s not much longer, look,” she said.
They both looked while squatted behind the rear bumper of a dirty white Impala. Standing up slightly, to get a better view, they were shocked to see several dead bodies. They looked like they’d been struck down in an attempt to confront the officers beyond. There were dark blood smears where animals must have fed on them. Their scattered remains were all over the highway surface.
“Oh God,” Marcy said, and covered her mouth before she bent to heave.
Macy just stared beyond the carnage, forcing herself to plan a route. Patting Marcy on the shoulder she said, “I know it’s bad but look over this way. We can make our way over to the edge where there’s a crack between the barrier and the railing. We can push back the barbed wire above it. I think we can squeeze through there to the other side.”
Marcy began to sob in fearful desperation. “It really smells bad with all these bodies. Let’s get out of here before the dogs come back.”
Macy realized this could be the beginning of one of Marcy’s famous breakdowns and pulled her behind her at a crouch through the exposed distance. “Come on, Marcy. We have to get through here,” she said.
Thankfully, Macy knew she and her twin were always on the too-thin side, which they were often teased about. This enabled them to make haste, squeezing in between and under the coiled barbed wire traversing the top. Holding their bags out to her side, Macy went through first. She pulled her bag and then reached for Marcy’s. She looked around at the scene before her on the police’s side. After Marcy had come through, they both stayed hunkered in their corner before coming up with the next plan of action.
At least the bodies were on the other side, though they could still smell their stench. Before them were four police cars, arrowed inward on each side with blue strobe lights working on one of them.
Waiting and listening, they remained in their spot to assess the situation. Finally, Macy said, “I don’t think there’s anyone here. We should go over there to the last car on our side and see if we can find the keys. Then we can back it up and take off from there.”
“You can’t steal a police car, Macy,” Marcy reminded her.
Ignoring her sister, Macy took off, scurrying to the end of the first car. Rather than be left behind, Marcy quickly followed.
Seeing no live souls nor roaming dogs in the vicinity, the twins inched their way past the first car. They squatted down next to the one behind it on the passenger side. Then, they slowly stood and noticed a decaying form, lying back on the reclined driver’s seat. Macy declared this guy ‘way’ dead. With the driver’s door left opened he looked like he must have passed right there, on duty, days before.
She bent low and headed to the rear of the car, where they came abruptly face to face with a panting German Shepherd, scaring the hell out of them both. Panicked, Macy jumped backwards into Marcy, causing the two of them to scream out and land in a heap.
The dog regarded the two and spotted them long before they’d crossed the barrier. He had not seen humans without the smell of sickness in a long time, so he went over to check them out and left his guard post just around the corner.
To Macy’s astonishment, the dog simply sat there, head cocked to one side, regarding them as if they were an oddity. Then, he stood slowly and padded to them, sniffing them, but somehow
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