Shadow Crawlers. Part 20.

Another Friday is upon us. Awesome.

I managed to do something to my back the other day, not sure what but I keep getting quick bolts of pain. It isn’t too bad at least and it seems to be getting better. I’m just thankful I can walk with having to hunch over.

Also, Yesterday I completed week 4 of Zombies, Run! (The 5K version.) It’s a pretty awesome app, really good for getting you into running and I much prefer it to the Couch to 5K app (C25k) as Zombies, Run! Has a storyline to it along with a reminder at the end to return in a day or two. Also, it’s pretty encouraging. (Basic story: It’s after the zombie apocalypse, you’re in a small town/village that’s gated off and being trained to be the new Runner 5, who goes out running to get supplies.)

I’m starting to sound a bit like a shill, so I’ll leave it at that.

I’ve also started watching some Star Trek: Enterprise. I’ve never really seen anything from the Star Trek franchise, (same with Star Wars, I know I know. Please don’t murder me.) But I figured I’d give it a go. It’s pretty entertaining so far. I also quite liked how they dealt with the whole English/Alien language thing in the 3rd or 4th episode. Particularly as I was just thinking about how the viewer is told they have tens of languages and oh big surprise, what are the chances, they are all speaking English.

Hope everyone has an awesome weekend,

On with the show!


Part 1, Part 19

It was morning and Simon had been walking for hours. He didn’t know where they were going, just walking. they had to get away. There had been no sign of anyone pursuing them, there was that at least. He regretted not taking the car but in his panic he didn’t even think of it. Looking back he knew he made the right decision though, he didn’t know if it was still in the house. He had no doubt in his mind who had killed Mandy, who would have killed his son and him. He carried Joey for as long as possible, he was thankful his endurance was higher than most people, but now Joey had to walk, at least for a short while. He had stopped crying and passed out an hour after they left the house, sleeping until dawn. When he woke, he did so screaming. It was cold outside and neither were dressed for the weather, but he knew they would be able to survive. A few people gave them strange looks, but no one stopped them or commented. He would need to buy Joey some clothes, he was still dressed in pyjamas and coupled with Simons jacket, he looked strange. His wallet had still been in his jeans when he had dressed to go for his walk, they had some cash and an ATM card. He’d stop at the first clothes shop they came to, then he’d sort out breakfast for them both. Joey hadn’t said much, but Simon was hungry, he knew Joey must be too.

Buying clothes was painless, afterwards, Simon brought Joey into the bathroom and Joey changed, once that was done they found a restaurant that was serving breakfast. They ordered and waited for their food in silence. Joey was normally talkative, to the point that silence was a relief sometimes, but now the silence worried Simon. He didn’t know what Joey had actually seen, but the sounds would have been horrific enough on their own. Rose and Brett hadn’t said where exactly they were living, but if he went to their town, they’d find him. It could track them, he knew that much, and he suspected that it could track Joey too. He couldn’t leave Joey with friends, they’d be in danger too and they wouldn’t be able to protect Joey like he could. When they finished their meal, Simon paid and asked if there was anywhere nearby that rented cars.

Once they were in the car, Simon felt better, safer. It could still track them, but there was much less chance of it attacking them suddenly on the street. He drove carefully, Joey was asleep in the back seat and Simon didn’t want to wake him. He still hadn’t said much of anything and Simon was becoming more and more worried. He didn’t know how he was supposed to deal with this. Should he make Joey talk about it? Or just let him come to terms himself. Hell, Simon hadn’t even adjusted to it yet. He couldn’t, he had to keep it together, they had to get away, he didn’t have time to fall apart. Not yet anyway. He felt a deep numbness in his chest, one that was tinged with cold. He knew he used to be emotionless and he sought to reach a mental state that would allow that again, but it wasn’t working. He could use the anger, use the grief, but it might spiral him out of control. He didn’t want anyone getting caught in the cross fire. Simon picked up his cup of coffee, and went to take a large gulp, it was frozen. Shit. He put the coffee cup down and turned on the heater. He had to keep control, he couldn’t start doing stuff like this.

It had abandoned the last body in the kitchen of the house. The  young man had served him well enough, but he needed a body that wouldn’t be connected to a murder like this. He didn’t know how soon they’d find out who did it, but he didn’t’ want to take the risk. He slit the bodies throat and left it in the kitchen. It would look like some bizarre murder suicide. He would need to find someone new of course, but that was easier than getting caught. It didn’t want its presence known in the world for a while longer. It followed the heat for a short while, then let it escape. There was no fear in it. It could catch up easily. For now it savoured what it had done. It remembered how she screamed and moaned and whimpered. The child had managed to keep it out, it didn’t know how, but then it didn’t have much time before the other returned home. It could have killed them both then, but chose not to. It didn’t want pure death. It wanted revenge. The woman was gotten rid of quickly as she wasn’t involved, her death was swift. Theirs would be drawn out, torturous. It moved from the house.

It found its next body quickly, a young girl, walking to school. The road was deserted. She looked to be about seventeen, her hair bright blond, her face caked in make up. She walked with her head down, focused entirely on a little screen, fingers tapping away. It walked up behind her. She dropped the phone, it shattered on the ground. She shook uncontrollably. After a second, it stopped. The girl lurched forward slightly, then paused. She took another step, cautious, then one more. It had already contained the girls consciousness, after a few seconds the girl turned and started walking back the way she came, phone lying forgotten on the ground.

The house was empty, both parents should be at work. It went to the girls room and left the backpack on the ground. It quickly changed into regular clothes, then it cleaned off the girls face. She would stand out otherwise. She picked out the most respectable clothes, then left the house again. She might look a little young but no one would stop her. She started to walk, this one knew how to drive, though not very well. It would acquire a car and begin to hunt again.

Joey was still asleep in the back seat, Simon was feeling jittery, the interior of the car was freezing, he couldn’t contain it. He pulled over, finding just what he needed. He stepped from the car and looked around, the road was empty and there was no sign of anyone else. He hopped over the small fence and walked towards the pond. He felt bad for the animals he would no doubt kill, but it was necessary. He stood at the edge, then squatted and placed his hands into the icy water. He closed his eyes and exhaled once, twice, then removed his hands from the water. He breathed deeply for a minute, then opened his eyes, feeling slightly better. Not much, but enough to keep a lid on things for a while longer. Rose could help him get rid of some of this, but until then he had to find other ways to deal with it. The pond was frozen solid. It had been cold enough the night before that people might just think it was a thin puddle with a skim of ice on top. If anyone inspected it, it would be immediately obvious it was more than just a puddle. He went back to the car, where he stepped the ground froze, stems of grass pointed at crazy angles. He didn’t notice. He got back into the car, it had gotten much warmer since he had left it. He looked back at Joey, he was breathing gently. Then he turned on his signal and pulled out onto the road.

About Alan James Keogh

I am a 26 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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