David L. Navarro Jr.
September 12, 2013
STORM INCOMING
DECEMBER 9, 1996. Saturday
“Ahh I finally arrived at Boston, Massachusetts.” I exclaim. I waited forever to arrive here from California. “All across the U.S!” my brother cries out. “Yes, I know, now keep it down guys.” my sister growls. We have been wanting to visit our grandparents for a while and we finally raised enough money for the trip. Although, our parents stayed at home. I’m 23 years old, male, and of course, single. Then of course my siblings. My brother and sister are twins, they look alike but never act alike. My brother, Chris, is kind and outgoing, while my sister, Krystal, is sarcastic and completely rude. They’re both 19 and really really loud.
We finally leave the airport, it was cold there, but it’s way worse out here. I should’ve planned to come during the summer. Oh well. I have vacation now and it’s a break from college for my siblings. Now lets just find our way to a gas station to get a refill in gasoline. “It doesn’t feel like a saturday” my brother mumbles. “It’s cold!” my sister interrupts, “Well it’s winter! What do you expect?!” my brother argues. “Shut up guys” I yell, “You guys are going to make me crash!” I exclaim as I turn to look at them at the back seat. “I’m sorry” they both apologized in usion. I start explaining to them, “Now you all need to behave! I’m doing you a favor and bringing you to see your gran--” “Watch out!” my sister screeches. I turn back around right on time to swerve around a little innocent squirrel passing the street. “Calm down” my brother tells her “Its just a squirrel, thousands die either way.” my brother says, sounding depressed. “Is everything O.K, bro?” I say. “Yeah, just got a bit shaken there.” he explains. “Its fine” my sister says, showing sympathy to our brother. “Thanks Krystal” he says. They hugged. Yes, I said it right, THEY HUGGED. This is all new to me, never have they acted nice to each other. I guess I finally got it through them and they are actually behaving correctly from now on. “Krystal, Chris, I’m sorry I yelled at you guys” I tell them as we stopped at a gas station. My siblings smiled and got out of the car. They go into the store while I’m pumping gas. I assume they’re buying snacks. I get back in the car and wait. Then, two strangers come towards me, I sort of try hiding myself. I don’t know what could happen in a new place, robbed, mugged, and/or killed!? “Sir, do you know the time?” they ask. “Oh I umm it’s uhh” i stumble and look at my watch “It’s 11:56” I say, “Thanks.” one of them says to me. They leave. Wow. I got pretty scared, god, can’t Krystal and Chris be quicker? I think to myself.
DECEMBER 10, 1996. Sunday
I open my eyes, I dozed off. “Damnit” I say. I look at my watch, 12:07 it reads. Wow, they take long, better go check on them. I get down and go in the store, “Sorry sir, we aren’t open on Sundays.” the clerk says, startling me. “Oh ok, sor-- Sunday!?” I yell. “Yes, that’s how days work, one day it’s Saturday and the next it’s Sunday.” he says sarcastically. “I know how days work!” I grumble. I storm out. Where could they be? One whole day! Oh god! Better call them. I take out my phone and unlock it. BEEP BEEP BEEP. “Woah” I say getting scared. “ALERT: STORM LOOKOUT! A dangerous storm is nearby your position. BE CAREFUL!” my phone reads. Whatever, stupid fake pop ups. I press cancel on the pop up, and press the contact list app thing. I scrolled to my brother’s name and called. I hope he answers, unlike Krystal. She never answers her phone, I need to tell her to not put it on silent anymore. I hear a distant beeping noise coming from the store television in front of the display window. “Your call can not be com-” my phone starts. It stops, I turn to it, ‘NO BATTERY, SHUTTING DOWN’ it shows. “What? Already?” I say to myself. I hear the beeping again, I go back to the store, the noise gets louder. I hear a voice after the beeping I could not hear from my car. “Warning! Storm Incoming! . . . Warning! Storm Incoming!” the television announces. BEEP BEEP BEEP. The same noise my phone has recently done. Weird, could it true? What if it is? Oh. Better find Krystal and Chris and take some shelter. I go to my car. I quickly start up the engine and plug in a USB-charger. I connect my phone and wait a minute for it to power up. I again, go to my contact list and find Chris. I call him. *RINGS* Ah come on, Chris. Please answer. *RINGS* Stop worrying David, Calm down. No need to freak out. This could be nothing. *RINGS*I pinch myself. No dream, so much for that. “Hello?” I hear Chris’s voice, he sounds distant, but clear. I start, “Chris! Where are you?!”. “Ah wait hold on” he says. I hear a thud, “Sorry, I dropped my phone. Hold on, give me a minute.” he exclaims. I hear a bunch of muffled movements. “Hurry up Chris!” I scream, hoping he’d hear me. FInally after about three minutes of waiting for him to talk again I hear silence. “Sorry, I’m back.” Chris says. “That took fore--” I start. “Wait, could you do me a favor really quick?” He says before I could even reply or finish, “Mind leaving a message after the beep?”. BEEP. Wow, I can’t believe I forgot about that. He always jokes around with that. Better go check the store, even though I can’t be in there. I walk towards the store, I enter. I hear static from the T.V. now. Wonder what happened to that. “Krystal!?” I call out. No reply. I go through the aisles, I see a bunch of stains on the floor. Blood? Or just a spill? Hope for the best and keep searching. I tell myself. I go to the storage room and the back. I open the door. The lights are already on, I see a chaotic scene. There’s a little girl crying in the corner, she’s shaken. She’s covering her features. She’s wearing some rags as clothing. Is she homeless? Why is she so scared. A small revolver in front of her. And next to the revolver, a body. Oh god! What happened?! The little girl starts whispering something like in a horror movie.”Da - d - a -da” she mumbles. “I’m sorry, what?” I start. She didn’t hear. I step a bit closer, “excus--” I start again. Then, I accidently kick the revolver, setting it off. BAM! She looks up, exposing her face. I see no expression, just death. She’s looking at me through lifeless eyes. Her mouth is curved downward in a creepy looking frown. Her face, covered in smears of red. Her neck, has some kind of ooze spilling out. I start to back off, she, at my pace, starts crawling towards to me. I move a bit faster, so does she. I, quickly turn around and exit the room, slamming the door behind me. She starts clawing at the door. Making demonic noises. All of a sudden, Chris comes running at me, pistol in hand. “Chris, what are you doing?! Where wer-” I get interrupted, again. “No time to explain, yet! Let’s get moving.” He opens the door where I left the little girl. He aims. “Chris wait!” “Can’t she’s infected too.” I cover my ears waiting for the noise that ends a life. I don’t hear it, instead, he strangles her. “But Chris, Why?” “I’m sorry bro, it’s bad, but it must be done.” He grabs the revolver and hands it to me. “Use this wisely! Make every shot count.” Chris says. “Bu-” “Shhh” he whispers. He crouches and opens the back door, slowly. It creaks, we hear demonic noises again, and thuds of heavy footsteps. “Ah, crap! Come on, let’s go!” Chris yells, closing the door. He starts running, I stayed, shocked. I drop the revolver, then a man, my size, jumps onto me and tries and bite me. I struggle to get him off me. Chris turns toward me, and kicks the man off. The man looks uninjured, as if he felt no pain. Chris took the time while he was down to shoot him in the head. The body stayed twitching, but looked lifeless. Like the little girl’s eyes. Everything’s in slow motion, Chris is yelling at me to get up, to get ready to run. My ears are ringing because of the shot of his pistol. We get up, I stumble a couple of times, but we’re up. We leave the storage room and start running through the aisles. We leave the store and crouch down. Silence. What’s going on, what is Chris waiting for? Should I ask him what’s going on already? Should I wait like he said I should? All of a sudden he points the gun to my head. “Did that man bite you?!” He says quietly. Even though he’s talking quietly to avoid those creatures, you know he would be yelling. He’s basically interrogating me, he’s not himself anymore. Is he going to shoot me? Just end my life? “Did he!?” he asks, interrupting my thoughts.
THE END FOR NOW
I am currently working on this story. It started as a school assignment but i actually got interested. For another assignment, we we're supposed to read a book in Wattpad and i decided to publish my story here. Let me know what you think in the comments and if you liked it, vote for it? Im only in 9th grade, it's not so creative.
