Inside, the thick white smoke the sound of Mrs. Barker's bracelets jangling followed me. The red-faced, plump farmer's wife can't see me nor I, her through chunky, vanilla coloured wisps.
It was stupid to bring her with me. The noise she makes with her heavy footsteps, jingling jewelry, and croaky cough she might as well holler “Come and eat me,”.
Mrs. Barker was desperate to find her son and I was frantic to find my sister. She can drive and I can't; it made sense at the time to bring her.
We were foolish to leave the safety of the farm and travel to the city. The smoke so far hadn't touched the countryside, there was food and running water.
The first few days, no smoke or monsters on the road.
I had thought maybe the worst had passed. That the world was back to normal but then the car was drowning in white with fists bashing on the window. At first I believed they were people but then I saw the bruised and rotten flesh, black goo oozing sores.
They hadn't fully transformed yet, but they were on their way to no longer being human.
When the car run out of petrol, we were too far inside the city to turn back even if either of us wanted to there was no way of knowing which was the right direction.
The air is still and silent even the jangling bracelets have stopped jingling.
Icy cold hands grip onto my shoulders, flipping me around and lifting me into the air.
“Mrs. Barker?” I gasp out with her hand around my throat, her face splitting in two. Wriggling through the flaps of skin a silver tongue with needles jutting out.
The feeling of betrayal drowns out my fear. For this I am glad when the needles fly out and pierce my face. I can feel it inside, rewriting me. Taking away everything I was. I'm happy the last thing I felt as me wasn't fear.
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Trepidation √
رعبEnter a darker world where friends can't be trusted, the sweet are sour inside. The most harmless things becomes dangerous. A collection of horror short stories
