Season 1 - Blogisode 9 (Repeat)

CHAPTER NINE


“Jesus fuck Christian what did you do?”

Christian slides himself from underneath the body of the young woman now cold dead on the ground beneath him. The eight or so members of his group that had stayed behind from the excursion began to surround him at a safe distance, their eyes wide.

He watches from the corner of his eye the one they called Puck snatch a fist sized stone from the ground next to him and tuck it back behind his palm.

They had just watched him murder a woman of no more than twenty years in cold blood for what would appear to be no reason.

“It was an accident. I was asleep and she was just standing over me. I mean, why the fuck was she just standing over me like that?”

“She was trying to wake you up.”

“What?”

“She was waking you up. She said she had seen something in the woods while she was out collecting for the fire and she thought you should check it out.”

Puck had nodded to the one who was now speaking. Christian could tell they were trying to distract him. Would they listen to reason? Was there any to be heard?

He counted seven of them in his line of sight. Three were in a complete state of shock, eyes fixated on the fresh corpse at his feet. One looks at him in disbelief and disgust. Two of them prepare to jump him from the left. The two sneakers were fashioning crude hand signals trying to be subtle as they stepped round behind him.

“I can see you Jason, you too Puck.”

The two men halt their advance.

“If you want me to leave I can leave, if you want me to sit silently and wait for Kite and Christina to come back so that we can come together and have a civil debate I’ll do that too but if you think you’re going to clock me with that pebble you’ve got tucked up into your wrist and tie me to a tree then you’re going to have a lot of work ahead of you.”

Puck lets his would be weapon drop back to the dirt. “What would you have us do Christian? You’ve been crazy lately. You don’t sleep you barely eat and you’ve been going in and out of these… I don’t know what you’d call them but you’re not the man I met a year ago. We …”

His speech is cut short by a deathly scream, a cry for God’s salvation manifesting from the front side of the building.

Christian snatches his pack of projectiles, several of which now have blackened tips and sprints for the side of the building.

“My fuck…”

Jason’s attention is sent to the rooftop by a low hissing noise. Standing on the ledge crouched like a gargoyle stood a hideous reptilian like creature humanoid in shape but with scales and silver claws. A long thin tail wound down beneath it. Christian stops in his tracks at the site. His eyes go wide.

“Run”

“What?”

The creature shrieks as it leaps from the ledge and shoots its body toward Jason, claws first, its mouth agape exposing its three inch fangs.

The monster slams into Jason like a rocket sending the two of them reeling back into the dirt. Its claws slice deep into his tender flesh. His blood splatters out of him as if someone had popped a water balloon from inside his chest.

They are on them in an instant. From the trees four beasts lunge at their respective prey tearing into them with the blood lust and rage of a demon summoned forth from the deepest pits of hell.

One of them grips Sade’s by the neck squeezing it limp before engulfing his entire face ripping it off at the bone with its razor teeth.

They move from man to man slicing and tearing at them like wild animals, worse. They finish with one in a matter of seconds before turning their attention to the next. No apparent method or reason to their assault, anarchy gone mad in a frenzy of blood.

Christian stands paralyzed at the sight of his dreams come to life run mayhem on his companions.

As he watches on in awe one of them appears to pause, sensing Christian’s attention. It lifts itself from the task, head cocked toward the young man. The creature appears to smirk at him and wink before diving back to its feast with the same ferocity it had begun with.

Christian pulls himself from the trance, his eyes flutter, head snaps back to reality.

He draws one of his tipped projectiles from its hold, locks it and aims for the head.

The stick launches and injects itself into the reptile’s right temple deep enough to stir the grey matter within its skull. The monster halts its action. Body tightens then quivers before collapsing onto its prey. Christian rushes to retrieve the arrow ripping it from the corpse and locking it back into its bolt to be fired again.

The second shot sends another of the beasts to the ground fixing itself in the back of the abominations neck. It falls in an instant.

The commotion subdues as quickly as it begins. Christian steps in a slow circle around the mess of bodies that now carpet the small grassy plot. He counts nine bodies including the two he had taken personally. Minus one… who was missing?

“No.”
The second he sees her standing there, back to the wall, completely unmoved at the sight before her he considers killing her himself, Chomps. Chomps, her hands at her sides, covered in other people’s blood, stands at perfect attention eyes fixed on Christian as he maneuvers through his mass grave.

Christian allows his head to fall into his hand as his body drops into the mess of red mud around his feet. He looks back up at the child.

“You hurt?”


Persia’s body launches through the port entrance into the main dining area by the fierce rapid of rushing water that blasts in behind her quickly spreading through the auditorium.

Her frame slams against one of the steel dining tables and sends her to her knees. The water surrounds her, rising steadily as she lifts herself up and makes effort to force herself against the current back toward the doorway.

She makes the door as the water reaches her waist continuing to rise without any sign of subduing. Her palm smashes the red button mounted near the entrance.

Her body gives way to the current unable to hold footing any longer.

The four exits posted on the North South East and West walls seal themselves tight blocking the flow and containing the nine or so feet of water that now levels itself above the tables and chairs that had been thankfully bolted to the floor during the interior construction of the facility.

Persia paddles her way to the stone staircase that leads up to Dave’s suite and crawls her way to dry surface. She collapses on the steps heaving to expel the excess water from her lungs. Her eyes take a moment to survey the scene. No less than twenty corpses made their way into the room before the doors slammed shut as far as she could tell.

A commotion from the far west corner of the room draws her attention. Above the west entrance a man struggles to hold himself above water using the solid steel door frame for footing as he grasps at the wall above.

“Are you okay?”

“Stay there I’m coming to you.” The man pushes off the wall and strokes his way toward the winding staircase.

The water churns and splashes as several others make their way through the water toward Persia’s perch. She counts three in total.