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Authors: Micah Gurley
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look and saw a nice gap where the car crashed into the garage. He started to hear what he thought had to be a dog trapped inside the smoking house. A soft muted growl was coming from right in front of him.
“Hey boy, you trapped in here?” he called out, as only a dog lover could.
He walked up the paved driveway further to see into the garage. He squatted down to get a better look through the small opening that was between the car and the rest of the garage, the lights were on. A nasty smell was coming from the hole in the garage but Abe didn’t give it much thought, there was something burning after all. He didn’t see anyone moving in there but the smoke, coming out of the opening in waves, was pretty thick. He was about to call out for the dog again when something slammed into the garage door from the other side causing the garage door to shake and sending small pieces of wood flying out at him. The sudden action startled him so badly, that he let out a high-pitched scream that sounded embarrassing even to himself, and he fell backward on his butt. He grimaced in pain from the fall on the hard cement.
Abe, slowly getting up, looked back at the jagged hole. A man seemed to be leaning over and sticking his face in the hole. Due to the small space, Abe could only see part of his face and his legs behind him. The head disappeared but Abe saw the legs move back and again the door jolted. The man was running into it for some reason. Again the man tried to break through, this time screaming at the results of his poor effort. The scream was from the gut, a growl mixed in with a moan. Abe began to slowly move away from the curious scene. A little distance was a good thing.
“What….,” he wasn’t able to finish saying anything as he was completely at a loss to what was going on. “Virus!” he almost yelled, thinking about what had been going around, what his brother had warned him about. He put his hand on his gun but didn’t pull it as he looked around him to make sure that he was still alone. He was. Abe wasn’t sure what to do about this guy, but he wasn’t going to stick around. He could always call the police from the house. “I guess Kyle wasn’t joking,” he thought, as he jogged back down to his brother’s house.
He ran into the house, slammed the door, and bolted the deadbolt. He started to head to the garage when he turned back around and looked at the door thoughtfully. He quickly scanned the room and turned his eyes on the big dark-blue lazy chair. He quickly picked up one end of the chair and shoved it against the door. Satisfied, he ran off again.
Chapter 8
They entered the security building to find it almost deserted. That wasn’t too abnormal during a shift, with only the officers rotating through to get their dinner. Today however, it seed a little ominous. They walked through the locker room into the main hallway. A radio was broadcasting down the hall in the administration offices, but Kyle turned the other way. He wanted to see if anyone was in the lieutenant’s office. Patrick and Yolanda followed him as if he were walking through the jungles of Vietnam. He almost wanted to take a knee and raise his hand in a fist to see if they would copy him. His amusement was short lived, his recent actions flooding his mind. He didn’t want to question himself anymore, but that was as much a part of him as his big toe. He couldn’t stop it, but he knew he could focus on other things, and this was a good time for that.
He stopped at the edge of the lieutenant’s office, hesitating about what to do next. He figured that if they were any crazy people in the office they would come running out, and he wanted to avoid shooting any more friends.
His decision was cut short when from behind him he heard in a loud whispered voice, “Yo, is anyone in there?” Kyle gritted his teeth and looked back at his friend in exasperation. Patrick returned his look with a serious nod, his expression telling Kyle
“Hey boy, you trapped in here?” he called out, as only a dog lover could.
He walked up the paved driveway further to see into the garage. He squatted down to get a better look through the small opening that was between the car and the rest of the garage, the lights were on. A nasty smell was coming from the hole in the garage but Abe didn’t give it much thought, there was something burning after all. He didn’t see anyone moving in there but the smoke, coming out of the opening in waves, was pretty thick. He was about to call out for the dog again when something slammed into the garage door from the other side causing the garage door to shake and sending small pieces of wood flying out at him. The sudden action startled him so badly, that he let out a high-pitched scream that sounded embarrassing even to himself, and he fell backward on his butt. He grimaced in pain from the fall on the hard cement.
Abe, slowly getting up, looked back at the jagged hole. A man seemed to be leaning over and sticking his face in the hole. Due to the small space, Abe could only see part of his face and his legs behind him. The head disappeared but Abe saw the legs move back and again the door jolted. The man was running into it for some reason. Again the man tried to break through, this time screaming at the results of his poor effort. The scream was from the gut, a growl mixed in with a moan. Abe began to slowly move away from the curious scene. A little distance was a good thing.
“What….,” he wasn’t able to finish saying anything as he was completely at a loss to what was going on. “Virus!” he almost yelled, thinking about what had been going around, what his brother had warned him about. He put his hand on his gun but didn’t pull it as he looked around him to make sure that he was still alone. He was. Abe wasn’t sure what to do about this guy, but he wasn’t going to stick around. He could always call the police from the house. “I guess Kyle wasn’t joking,” he thought, as he jogged back down to his brother’s house.
He ran into the house, slammed the door, and bolted the deadbolt. He started to head to the garage when he turned back around and looked at the door thoughtfully. He quickly scanned the room and turned his eyes on the big dark-blue lazy chair. He quickly picked up one end of the chair and shoved it against the door. Satisfied, he ran off again.
Chapter 8
They entered the security building to find it almost deserted. That wasn’t too abnormal during a shift, with only the officers rotating through to get their dinner. Today however, it seed a little ominous. They walked through the locker room into the main hallway. A radio was broadcasting down the hall in the administration offices, but Kyle turned the other way. He wanted to see if anyone was in the lieutenant’s office. Patrick and Yolanda followed him as if he were walking through the jungles of Vietnam. He almost wanted to take a knee and raise his hand in a fist to see if they would copy him. His amusement was short lived, his recent actions flooding his mind. He didn’t want to question himself anymore, but that was as much a part of him as his big toe. He couldn’t stop it, but he knew he could focus on other things, and this was a good time for that.
He stopped at the edge of the lieutenant’s office, hesitating about what to do next. He figured that if they were any crazy people in the office they would come running out, and he wanted to avoid shooting any more friends.
His decision was cut short when from behind him he heard in a loud whispered voice, “Yo, is anyone in there?” Kyle gritted his teeth and looked back at his friend in exasperation. Patrick returned his look with a serious nod, his expression telling Kyle
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