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“What happened?”
The field was a terrible sight to behold- bodies were everywhere, some still moving, and moaning. Body parts had been ripped off, severed, but definitely not cleanly. Blood was on nearly every blade of grass in the entire radius of the park, and all of it was trampled, as if the multitude of dead and dying here had attempted to flee from whatever it was that had mauled most beyond recognition. But whatever escape plans had been made, all had failed- the beast, since that was the only thing that could have caused this much of this type of damage, had managed to hunt and catch every person before they had managed to leave the park.
A large group of doctors was in the area, separating the dead from the living, attempting to help whoever they could with what they had on hand, which was not much. They had been dispatched in hospital busses, which normally would’ve been able to carry enough supplies and medication for a moderately sized group of afflictees, but this was a huge group, two hundred or more- and Doctor Cain was in charge of the twenty-four field doctors in the clean up. More were on their way now.
Cain turned to the nearest man standing. “What’s it look like to you, Browne?” Cain inquired, glancing at the man’s nametag. Browne looked down at one of the nearest bodies and replied, “Looks like an animal attack, definitely. Almost like a bear, maybe, looking at the claw marks. But…” he trailed off. Cain looked at him harder, then down at the body on the ground. Next to it was what could not be labeled as anything but a foot print. But a footprint with a circumference nearly as large as the mangled woman laying on the ground next to it, with her arms folded over her chest. Browne caught Cain’s eyes, and finished his sentence- “It’s much bigger.”
Charles sat at a wooden desk, in a hard, flat chair. A computer screen sat in front of his eyes, a video game flashing across the screen- aliens, monsters, creatures, getting their blood sprayed across the walls and floor with the clicks and mouse movements of young Charles in the chair. He was leaning far forward, his face mere inches from the screen, listening with intent to the two speakers on either side, looking for a hint from where the next abomination would pop from, straining his ears-
Faintly, like he was asleep and someone was talking to him, he heard a knock- had he hit the desk? He leaned back, looked at the desk, nothing to indicate-
Again. He put his ear to the speakers, turned the volume up, listened-
Knock. He snapped back to reality, realized someone was at the door. Charles sighed, pushed the chair back, got up. He turned on the light on his way to the door, and looked through the peephole. He saw two men in black suits and sunglasses waiting outside with their hands folded. Charles suddenly felt fear, like an ice cube dropped into his stomach- were they here about his downloads? His illegal music? What if they were, they would search his computer, and find so many other things they should not see, so many things that would get him into more trouble than he’d ever been in-
As fast as he could, he ran back to the desk, yanked the computer power cable out of the wall (he had no surge protector) and grabbed a screwdriver. He began to unscrew the case as fast as he could- not stopping to think, or listen. After a minute he got all the screws out, letting them fall to the carpeted floor, to be lost forever, but he did not care. He had to get his hard drive now.
Just as he managed to rip the cables from his still-hot hard drive, he felt a hand come down on his shoulder. His knees buckled and he fell to the floor in fear. He turned his head and saw the two men looking down at him, sad looks upon their faces. Oh no, Charles thought. They knew already. They’ve dealt with this before, they know what I’m doing, I’m already dead-
“Charles,” the one with his hand on his shoulder said, saying Charles’ last name. The tone of the man’s voice seemed to chase away the fear Charles had and replace it with a different, much worse feeling of dread.
“Your door was unlocked, and you weren’t letting us in… But we have some terrible news for you, Charles. Your family was having a reunion today, correct?” Charles looked at the man. Was having? He glanced at the clock, it should still be going on- but he nodded. The man continued. “Well, son, it seems that some sort of large, unclassified animal came upon your family reunion, and massacred everyone at the park.”
Charles was stunned. He looked from one man to the other, not believing their ridiculous story, not believing that his family was dead, trying to open his mouth to protest, to tell them to get out, but it would not move, and would not make noise- he just sat there on the ground, eyes wide, not able to move. The men looked at each other, then lifted Charles under his arms and took him out to their car.
The field was a terrible sight to behold- bodies were everywhere, some still moving, and moaning. Body parts had been ripped off, severed, but definitely not cleanly. Blood was on nearly every blade of grass in the entire radius of the park, and all of it was trampled, as if the multitude of dead and dying here had attempted to flee from whatever it was that had mauled most beyond recognition. But whatever escape plans had been made, all had failed- the beast, since that was the only thing that could have caused this much of this type of damage, had managed to hunt and catch every person before they had managed to leave the park.
A large group of doctors was in the area, separating the dead from the living, attempting to help whoever they could with what they had on hand, which was not much. They had been dispatched in hospital busses, which normally would’ve been able to carry enough supplies and medication for a moderately sized group of afflictees, but this was a huge group, two hundred or more- and Doctor Cain was in charge of the twenty-four field doctors in the clean up. More were on their way now.
Cain turned to the nearest man standing. “What’s it look like to you, Browne?” Cain inquired, glancing at the man’s nametag. Browne looked down at one of the nearest bodies and replied, “Looks like an animal attack, definitely. Almost like a bear, maybe, looking at the claw marks. But…” he trailed off. Cain looked at him harder, then down at the body on the ground. Next to it was what could not be labeled as anything but a foot print. But a footprint with a circumference nearly as large as the mangled woman laying on the ground next to it, with her arms folded over her chest. Browne caught Cain’s eyes, and finished his sentence- “It’s much bigger.”
Charles sat at a wooden desk, in a hard, flat chair. A computer screen sat in front of his eyes, a video game flashing across the screen- aliens, monsters, creatures, getting their blood sprayed across the walls and floor with the clicks and mouse movements of young Charles in the chair. He was leaning far forward, his face mere inches from the screen, listening with intent to the two speakers on either side, looking for a hint from where the next abomination would pop from, straining his ears-
Faintly, like he was asleep and someone was talking to him, he heard a knock- had he hit the desk? He leaned back, looked at the desk, nothing to indicate-
Again. He put his ear to the speakers, turned the volume up, listened-
Knock. He snapped back to reality, realized someone was at the door. Charles sighed, pushed the chair back, got up. He turned on the light on his way to the door, and looked through the peephole. He saw two men in black suits and sunglasses waiting outside with their hands folded. Charles suddenly felt fear, like an ice cube dropped into his stomach- were they here about his downloads? His illegal music? What if they were, they would search his computer, and find so many other things they should not see, so many things that would get him into more trouble than he’d ever been in-
As fast as he could, he ran back to the desk, yanked the computer power cable out of the wall (he had no surge protector) and grabbed a screwdriver. He began to unscrew the case as fast as he could- not stopping to think, or listen. After a minute he got all the screws out, letting them fall to the carpeted floor, to be lost forever, but he did not care. He had to get his hard drive now.
Just as he managed to rip the cables from his still-hot hard drive, he felt a hand come down on his shoulder. His knees buckled and he fell to the floor in fear. He turned his head and saw the two men looking down at him, sad looks upon their faces. Oh no, Charles thought. They knew already. They’ve dealt with this before, they know what I’m doing, I’m already dead-
“Charles,” the one with his hand on his shoulder said, saying Charles’ last name. The tone of the man’s voice seemed to chase away the fear Charles had and replace it with a different, much worse feeling of dread.
“Your door was unlocked, and you weren’t letting us in… But we have some terrible news for you, Charles. Your family was having a reunion today, correct?” Charles looked at the man. Was having? He glanced at the clock, it should still be going on- but he nodded. The man continued. “Well, son, it seems that some sort of large, unclassified animal came upon your family reunion, and massacred everyone at the park.”
Charles was stunned. He looked from one man to the other, not believing their ridiculous story, not believing that his family was dead, trying to open his mouth to protest, to tell them to get out, but it would not move, and would not make noise- he just sat there on the ground, eyes wide, not able to move. The men looked at each other, then lifted Charles under his arms and took him out to their car.
