The mist was rising slowly off the ground. It seemed to him like it had been night way too long. Too much darkness. Too much – fear.

Everybody was afraid. You’d have to really be crazy not to be. So the guys didn’t try to hide their fear due to  embarrassment or shame. It was more of a leadership thing. A calculating logical decision to grab hold of a most dangerous , fear provoking situation and to keep your wits about you. This was about survival, fittest or fattest.image

Made no difference when it came down to this situation and Myron, the guys liked to call him Mook, so did his girlfriend, and his brother and, well even his mother called him Mook, but usually not to his face. Mook Reynolds was up to the task. Oh he didn’t want to go charging up that hill to where the lone house stood.

imageCharging like some comic book hero. Uh uh, no Myron would much rather be back at the staging area or HQ, or cleaning out some filthy latrine some where. Any jwhere but here is where Myron would rather be, but and that’s the qualifying word but, Myron was here, and now, in this…wait a minute. Is that movement out there?

Hey Jake, did you see that curtain move on that side window there?

Yeah, I did Mook, I mean Myron. Listen, we have got to take these guys soon before it starts to get light out and that’s not to far from happening. OK, OK Myron. It’s just that we don’t have the slightest idea whether the kid and his mom are still alive in there or are they just sucking us into their web. Myron thought about that but not for too long and said, What difference does it make Jake. We are going in one way or another and now is the best time to make our move. No I take that back, it’s the only time. If we don’t go in the next 5 minutes we can kiss all of our smiley cheeks good-bye. So, let’s do it! Ok Myron. Let’s go. I’m following you like we planned, then you go for the front door and I’ll come on the right side. Under the window and those stupid thorney rose bushes.

Man I hate this part!



~ by Vinnie on June 29, 2009.

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