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made sure to grab shells loaded with slugs along with the buckshot, no trap shot. For my pistol, I only loaded hollow points. If the bullets weren’t going to kill the monsters, they at least needed to remove large chunks and knock them down.
“If the place is overrun, do you know of anybody you can call?” I noticed that I already had my hatchet in the bag, along with some other camping supplies. I was about to take them all out but stopped. The supplies weren’t what would weigh down the backpack–it was all the ammo–and a hatchet might be a nice thing to have along, just in case.
“There’s a list of numbers back at work, but I never bothered to copy any of them down. Jen might have known somebody.”
“Well, she finally stopped moving, so we can’t ask her.” It just slipped out of my mouth and I felt bad as soon as I said it.
Pete chuckled. After hesitating, I did as well. It felt good to have a slight release in the tension, small and morbid as it was.
I hefted my bag to make sure it wasn’t too heavy. I wanted enough ammo to feel secure but not so much that I’d have trouble maneuvering if I needed to run. As we were about to go out in public, I’d intentionally picked my overnight backpack so I could keep my shotgun in there as well. I might get some strange looks, but that was better than causing a panic, or even worse, not having my shotgun.
Pete was pulling on his shoes when Madelyn gave the door a quick knock before opening it. Her face was pale. She kicked the plastic container back into the room.
“It’s going crazy.”
The blutom was spinning, like a miniature tornado.
“What level is this?” I asked.
“I should have mentioned they don’t like plastic,” Pete said. “It doesn’t kill them any faster, it just torments them while they die. It will settle down, once it does, it will find a way out.
I pulled out a roll of duct tape and began taping the sides.
“That’s a waste of time. It’ll find a way past that as well.” I ripped off a length of tape and strapped it to the box anyway.
Madelyn frowned at Pete. “What was it like when they tried to enter your mind?”
He looked up from his shoe. “Like a thousand pin pricks in my head, from the inside.”
Turning the box, I ripped off another piece and taped the next side. As I tore off more tape I checked Pete’s face for a sign of the red mucus. It was still clear and the color had returned as well. Perhaps I was worried about nothing.
“That’s strange, it was attached to your leg at the last. Did you feel pain anywhere else?”
Pete shook his head.
“Maybe it already had partial influence over you,” I said.
“Look,” Pete licked his lips, “I’d rather not talk about this anymore.”
“That’s becoming a theme for you tonight.” Madelyn straightened. “Maybe when I come back you’ll decide to start telling the truth so we can figure out what’s going on.”
“Hold on,” I said, “we need to leave. Where you going?”
“I forgot my phone back in the bathroom.” She gave me her standby grin. “Don’t worry, I’ll hurry.” I hesitated to let her go by herself but we’d made certain that all of the blutom had gone before we’d left the bathroom. She’d be fine.
Besides, why did I care?
By the time I was done taping the sides of the plastic container the blutom’s excitement level had dropped and it looked as though it was searching for a way out.
“How much time do we have before it escapes?”
Pete frowned. “Not as much as we’ll need.”
Chapter 8
The hallway was quiet as we made our way out of our dorm room. I shifted the straps of my backpack, wondering how many other people were on our floor hiding behind locked doors. I was surprised that the cops hadn’t shown up by now. With all the shooting and screaming that had been going on I would have expected them to have been here long ago.
I pulled out my phone to check the time and saw that it was well past
“If the place is overrun, do you know of anybody you can call?” I noticed that I already had my hatchet in the bag, along with some other camping supplies. I was about to take them all out but stopped. The supplies weren’t what would weigh down the backpack–it was all the ammo–and a hatchet might be a nice thing to have along, just in case.
“There’s a list of numbers back at work, but I never bothered to copy any of them down. Jen might have known somebody.”
“Well, she finally stopped moving, so we can’t ask her.” It just slipped out of my mouth and I felt bad as soon as I said it.
Pete chuckled. After hesitating, I did as well. It felt good to have a slight release in the tension, small and morbid as it was.
I hefted my bag to make sure it wasn’t too heavy. I wanted enough ammo to feel secure but not so much that I’d have trouble maneuvering if I needed to run. As we were about to go out in public, I’d intentionally picked my overnight backpack so I could keep my shotgun in there as well. I might get some strange looks, but that was better than causing a panic, or even worse, not having my shotgun.
Pete was pulling on his shoes when Madelyn gave the door a quick knock before opening it. Her face was pale. She kicked the plastic container back into the room.
“It’s going crazy.”
The blutom was spinning, like a miniature tornado.
“What level is this?” I asked.
“I should have mentioned they don’t like plastic,” Pete said. “It doesn’t kill them any faster, it just torments them while they die. It will settle down, once it does, it will find a way out.
I pulled out a roll of duct tape and began taping the sides.
“That’s a waste of time. It’ll find a way past that as well.” I ripped off a length of tape and strapped it to the box anyway.
Madelyn frowned at Pete. “What was it like when they tried to enter your mind?”
He looked up from his shoe. “Like a thousand pin pricks in my head, from the inside.”
Turning the box, I ripped off another piece and taped the next side. As I tore off more tape I checked Pete’s face for a sign of the red mucus. It was still clear and the color had returned as well. Perhaps I was worried about nothing.
“That’s strange, it was attached to your leg at the last. Did you feel pain anywhere else?”
Pete shook his head.
“Maybe it already had partial influence over you,” I said.
“Look,” Pete licked his lips, “I’d rather not talk about this anymore.”
“That’s becoming a theme for you tonight.” Madelyn straightened. “Maybe when I come back you’ll decide to start telling the truth so we can figure out what’s going on.”
“Hold on,” I said, “we need to leave. Where you going?”
“I forgot my phone back in the bathroom.” She gave me her standby grin. “Don’t worry, I’ll hurry.” I hesitated to let her go by herself but we’d made certain that all of the blutom had gone before we’d left the bathroom. She’d be fine.
Besides, why did I care?
By the time I was done taping the sides of the plastic container the blutom’s excitement level had dropped and it looked as though it was searching for a way out.
“How much time do we have before it escapes?”
Pete frowned. “Not as much as we’ll need.”
Chapter 8
The hallway was quiet as we made our way out of our dorm room. I shifted the straps of my backpack, wondering how many other people were on our floor hiding behind locked doors. I was surprised that the cops hadn’t shown up by now. With all the shooting and screaming that had been going on I would have expected them to have been here long ago.
I pulled out my phone to check the time and saw that it was well past
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