"Are the communists behind this?"
"No."
"So our government lied?"
"Our government is behind this!"
Did Scarlett think she would be involved in a huge...
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"...a storm is coming, and I hear the far-off fields say things I can't bear to without a friend." -Rainer Maria Rike ｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡* ∞*⍋⋆*❅｡
Floyd was grateful when the car stopped and Mike, Will and Floyd could tumble out of the boot. He stretched his skinny legs and rolled his shoulders back. It was about time they got more cars and an extra driver; they were growing too big to fit in all the vehicles.
Nancy and Jonathan took the lead by approaching the doorway, and the kids crowded behind them. Nancy rang the doorbell twice and there was no answer. She looked at Jonathan before the duo turned around to look at Eleven.
A low-frequency vibration hummed in the air before the door swung open, allowing the group to file in.
"Tom? Heather?" Nancy called out, treading further and further into the empty house. "Jesus, it's freezing."
Max rubbed her naked arms to fight against the chill setting in her bones.
The group circled in the living room, looking at each other. "Do you guys smell that?" Nancy asked, sniffing the air and prompting her friends to do the same.
Floyd followed his nose. He scowled once he found the source of the smell. "Over here," He called out, waving a hand in front of his face in a desperate attempt to breathe in fresh air that was not laced with chemicals.
The back of the washing machine had been ripped apart, and a collection of other chemicals had been piled atop the hollowed-out machine. "More chemicals," Nancy whispered.
Jonathan strode forward and grabbed a bottle of window cleaner solution. "You think they're guzzling this shit?" He asked, eyeing Nancy.
"Yeah, either that or they just went on a hell of a cleaning spree," Nancy mumbled in reply.
Max frowned. "But last year, Will didn't eat chemicals," She turned to face Will. "Did you?"
"No. This is something new," Will sighed.
Mike shook his head, rustling his dark wavy hair. "Mr. Clarke, fifth grade. Posit," He waved his head at the torn washing machine and looked at Lucas, Will and Floyd as he spoke. "What happens when you mix chemicals together?" He demanded.
The three other boys chanted in unison. "You create a new substance."
Mike continued his thesis. "What if they're making something?"
