A Short Story : A Story?

“I’m fine!” they rushed out, forcing their eyes to meet with his. It almost stung. “I really am fine.”

She was stupid she thought. If she had a modicum of sense she would have told someone, she thought as she went behind the motel, the moon was full and glishing, once upon a time such light meant no monsters should come to prey. The grass was flat and crystallized with ice. There motel had no noise apart from the whistling of the wind, leaves rustling as it passed through the trees.

“Uh, yeah! Sure!” When I knew I was l alone I ran all over town looking for the source of the snow. I finally found it at an abandoned warehouse just outside of town. I waited a couple of seconds before saying something but before I could, someone spoke.

Her arms folded quickly over her waist, “Tonight? You are injured…what if another one of those beasts comes back?”

“Listen to me!” I scream as we trot down the hallway, her heavy step masking the sounds of the other patients.

"What the fuck is going on!?" I ask, exasperated. Finally, I push the bodies out of the way and slam the door shut.

Sending a solid kick to his torso, the blade rips out as he falls. Blood gushes across his light blue shirt as he stands, applying pressure to the wound. He shakes his head, gaping in disbelief. “You. You…You escaped Scelestus City?”

I nod in agreement. “Yep, now let’s get out of here…” I trail off as my eyes land on something paralyzing me in terrifying shock. I instantly feel sick to my stomach and I hear Jagger beside me, gasp in astonishment. It takes me a few minutes to gather myself and regain my capability to speak.

“I’m coming after you! I know these hallways better than you ever will!” she creepily theatens.

“You will be sleeping here. Ghim and I will be downstairs in case you do something.” stuttered Javier.

“No, but I will,” Karen said, hurrying into the house. “They’re on their way,” she said, coming out the door.

“You’re in danger. There are things I need to tell you but can’t” he said.

There were days where she barely thought about what happened at that party. Days where she was just Bailey doing exactly what she had always done before that fateful night. Then there were days where sometimes the smallest discrete thing would happen that would bring flashes of it before her eyes. The way someone’s hand moved or the sound of a door locking. She truly wasn’t sure how others coped with such a thing. There had been written statements saying she dragged him off, that it was something she wanted. It had been said to her so many times now that sometimes she actually started to believe it, question herself.

Nat pulled a stool forward and sat down, leaning forward put the cigarette up to the top of the flame, the flame lapped at the cigarette for a while until the end glowed red like the embers of the fire. Nat withdrew the cigarette from the flame, put it up to his mouth, hesitating then sighed and gently put the cigarette in between his lips. It hung downwards, as he drew in a deep breathe, allowing the smoke to fill his mouth, he gently blew out and watched the blue-grey smoke filled the air around him. “Tomorrow, during the next tide, I’ll have to go out and see if there are any survivors,” Nat sighed, “If we can find anyone maybe they’ll know of a safe place.”

Moving around on the bench as if trying to get comfortable before she spoke, Marlene said, “What I’m going to say will probably make you laugh. Please don’t.”