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Wordsmith
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: *sigh* in dublin (like a sane person)
Gender: Male
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no title, scary-ish, bad language! (updated May 1st)
okay short story, might go on from here. so far it has no name, thinking of calling it chupacabra (SP??)
WARNING:bad language!!
They jumped into the car and locked the doors “FUCK! Where are the keys!?!” “Stan has them” “wait where is he?” Stan slammed into the car door “FUCK! Oh god fuck, let me the fuck IN!” “DIANE OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!” “I can’t!” “why not?” “child lock!” Stan screamed as he was dragged away from the car by his legs. He was groping at the ground, trying to save himself. His screams echoed through the empty city long after he was dragged into the darkness.
“Fuck! What are we going to do? Stan had the fucking keys!” “I know how to hotwire a car!” “For fucksake! Why didn’t you say anything before?” “Well I didn’t think we would need it okay, move over” they awkwardly switched seats, “okay has anyone got anything hard in there pockets?”
Sarah reached into her pocket and felt the rock; it stayed with her all this time.
She could still remember the day, she, Stan, Diane and Liz were skipping stones into the lake, listening to the radio, when the emergency broadcast came on, some government creature had escaped from a government facility two miles east of where they were, Sarah had slipped the stone into her pocket as they raced to the car and drove into town, they holed up in there house with enough food and water to last a week. Every night they heard the sound of some one being dragged to there death.
She passed the stone to Diane “here” “Diane smiled “thanks” she slammed the stone into the cowling it broke off “finally some good luck” Diane pulled out five wires, she grabbed three and twisted them together, she grabbed a fourth and she touched it off the three, the engine roared to life she pressed the clutch, put it into gear and she drove
UPDATE
They got 5 miles before Liz yelled out “Fuck!”
“What is it?” “We’re nearly out of gas!” “Okay, stay calm everyone, I think there is a gas station about another mile down the road, will the car go that far?” “We have enough for about two miles, two and a half if we’re lucky”
They pulled into the gas station “okay somebody will have to get out to fill the tank, I don’t know how fast that thing can run or it might be able to fly” “I’ll go” Sarah volunteer, “why you?” “Because I’m the only one that isn’t important” “Liz can hotwire cars, Diane was a nurse so her medical training will probably come in handy” the two girls knew Sarah was right, but they had all come so far, the only survivors of a group of twenty people.
Sarah took the lock of the door and rolled down the window, cursing child lock, when the window was open just enough for her arm to slip through, she stopped and reached out side and she opened the door from the outside, she got out of the car and she closed the door behind her, she heard the locks click into place.
She reached the pump and shoved it into the gas tank. When the tank was nearly full she could hear something, slowly approaching, breathing heavily, she dropped the pump and ran to the door, “open the fucking DOOR!” the locks clicked open, she grabbed the handle, the thing was getting closer, it was speeding up, she got the door open, she quickly sat in, she looked back, she could see the creature, crouching down, getting ready to jump, its red flaming eyes say it wasn’t going to let her escape again, it leaped, she swung the door closed as hard as she could, there was a loud THUMP as it crashed into the window, it landed and almost immediately hopped up, it grabbed the handle, but it was useless as the locks were already on, the creature squealed at the loss of its meal. Then it disappeared beneath the car. Liz slammed her foot against the accelerator and the car sped off, but not before the creature in its fury, tried to stop the car, it had cut the brake and petrol lines while blindly slashing at the underside of the car.
BY Alan Keogh
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