Everything was lining up to be a nice summer. A job that while not very glamorous would be just enough to pay for rent and still have just a little left over to buy those non-essential things, a new boyfriend who actually was a nice guy, someone that would think of her needs and not just himself.
All of it changed when that fog rolled in. Everyone in the diner had commented on it, most asking if it was smoke rolling in from some freighter that had caught fire out in the harbor. A few knew that there was more to the fog and had quickly dropped their forks with a thunderous clang before quickly making their way out of the diner. There was one customer who seemed to know exactly what to do. She had waited on him a few times, the bookish, paranoid type. He would speak about some weird conspiracy theories about shadow governments or group controlling everyone from behind the scenes. She watched him dive under the table while shoving ear buds into his ears she decided that perhaps this was one of two ideas, one being to just drop everything and try to run back to her small studio apartment down the road or do what paranoid guy did. Choosing to stay and hide was a good idea.
The sudden idea to run to the kitchen, popped into her mind as the swinging doors slammed into the wall as she burst through them. The line cooks yelling to her; oblivious to what was approaching the diner and the rest of the island. She wasn't why she did it but something about the paranoid guy doing it made some sense. Throwing open her purse there it was, her smartphone and the ear buds wrapped around it. Putting in the tiny ear buds she ran to the rear bathrooms just past the kitchen as The Prodigy drowned out the horrible sound that was slowly building.
Slamming her eyes shut as she crouched on top of the toilet, the music barely keeping the screams from seeping into her ears. She cupped her hands over her mouth, the cold seeping into every inch of the bathroom, causing goose pimples rising on her skin. Shutting out everything as the world she knew went to hell.
Hours past and her legs screamed in agony of being in one position for far too long. The air felt heavy with an oppressive weight, opening her eyes slowly. Mostly in not wanting to see if there was anything there but to stay in the feeble safety of not knowing. The fog reached far into the diner, making the bathroom dim in the florescent lights. The tiled floor glistened from the extra moisture in the air. Immediately she lowered one trembling foot to the floor as if testing the waters. Pulling the ear buds out the silence was deafening, nothing could be heard not even the soft hum of the assorted appliances within the kitchen.
Working the courage up to open the door was a strenuous process, the willingness of wanting to stay here and be safe almost over riding the urge to flee and just run. Opening the door slowly her eyes went wide to the sight. The line cooks were missing, the food they were preparing blackened upon the pans and grills from being left there and unattended. The odor of the burnt food was heavy within the ever present fog stung her senses "hello....Mark...Jesus..." her voice only barely above a whisper, she gingerly steps over several plates that had been pushed to the floor. Her smartphone held tight in one hand she makes her way across the kitchen, peeking out through the serving station. The dining area was dark as the view outside proved to be just as depressing. Pushing against the door it moved only a few inches before hitting an object. Anxiety beginning to rise within she pulled at the door with trembling hands.
The sight of what blocked the door made her cover her mouth to muffle her shriek as her stomach quickly brought breakfast up, the cold sweat washing over her as she retched onto the floor, the thought of ingrained thinking that she'll need to clean it dissolving just as quickly as it came. Using a nearby towel wiping her mouth she gathered it up into a tight ball of cloth, pressing it to cover her nose and mouth as she gathered her composure again.
Not daring to look down to the mangled body that was blocking the door she nervously stepped over it, her foot skidding out from under her in the pool of blood, flailing out to grab onto anything to catch herself. She falls to the ground, her feet failing to find purchase. She cried out, deafening in the deathly silence accented by the soft thud of her body hitting the floor. Immediately the pain shoot through her shoulder, landing on it just so, forgetting the body for only a moment as she fought to keep from passing out. A loud crash from the direction of the cash register quickly brought her attention to the noise. With her heart pounding in her chest she could only strain to see who it was.
The groan that met her silence chilled her very essence. Quickly pulling herself up, she looked towards the source of the groan. The streetlight from outside the door providing just enough illumination to show the hunched over figure that was sitting at the farthest stools. Its movement’s lethargic as if the person was just waking from a deep slumber. "hey...hey, are you okay?" cursing herself for saying something but not wanting to be alone had won out the internal argument. She watched as the figure pushed itself up with trembling arms. The wheezing it made sending her fear back into overdrive "don't move...I'll call for someone..." forgetting the smartphone she still held onto she moved out from behind the counter, backing up towards the other door. Keeping her attention to the figure and truly not wanting to know what was wrong with them she pushed open the door, out into the chilled air.
The fog was thick, barely able to see the harbor and seawall just across the street as she quickly stumbled out of the diner. Even as the fog muffled everything she could still hear the tall tale sirens of police cruisers off in the distance, probably helping those in need in this strange sea fog. The sharp pops of what she could only assume to be gunshots brought her back from her curiosity as they sounded to be coming from the direction of the police station. Quickly walking down the three steps and onto the sidewalk she hurried down Main Street. The crashing of glass followed by blood curdling screams only steeled her resolve in making it to the police station. She knew that if something terrible was happening she would be safer there, under the watchful eye of Chief Bannerman and Officer Andy.
Some places have that feeling in which your very soul shudders in knowing that the things that go bump in the night are hiding just out of sight. This was what she found herself in as she passed by the florist shop, the feeling of something or someone stalking her as if she was its prey, unable to see very far, the feeling of being stared at quickly un-nerved her. Quickening her pace she watched as a shadow pass within the fog on the other side of the street. "No no no stooopp" someone yelled, just out of sight as loud moans filled the air only to be replaced by wet sounding tearing and the scream, the scream chilled her to the bone. The sound of shuffling feet crept over to her, panic fully set in as she turned and ran.
She was in decent shape, not one for keeping to strict regime of exercise she could ignore the creeping nagging that was making itself known. Wearing the required non-slip shoes proved in that the design of them marked running any length of time was never in the designers mind at all. Trash littered the sidewalk as it seemed large groups of people had rushed through the area and knocked over anything in their way. The gunshots were becoming louder as she neared the police station. The roar of an engine scared her as one of the police cruisers went speeding down the road from the direction of the fire station. Its lights smashed as the driver blindly barreled down the road without a care in whom or what could be in their way. Skidding to a stop she screamed to the driver to stop only to be met with the sickening thud of bodies being hit and run over. She could hear the engine roar as the driver lost control, tires squealed on the pavement and the loud crunch of what she assumed was the cruiser slamming into a light pole.
Listening to any further vehicles she slowly made her way over to the cruise. The fog obscuring any view of the car. She came upon the first body, his limbs twisted into grotesque forms. His blood pooling beneath him as she knew he must be dead. The crunch of metal on metal echoed in the chilled air as she heard more of the groaning coming from the cruiser. Two gunshots rang out as she drew nearer the cruiser, startling her. She could see a figure wrestling with another, another shot and this time the losing figure slumped to the ground "hey" she cried out as one shot gunshot cracked the silence. She stopped; the intense burning hit her in the chest with such force it made her stumble. "Mary?" she saw his face as he ran towards her. It was her boyfriend Kyle, the newest recruit to the Kingsmouth police force. "Oh fuck..no no no, Mary." She could feel the warmth spreading over her chest as he caught her fall to the ground "no no, Mary, I'm sorry." She reached up to his face; her fingers trembled as the cold slowly numbed her limbs. "Stay with me please." He was crying, the tears landing on her cheek, she focused on his face as her vision started to blur. Her last fading memory was of him cradling her head, his tears mixing with hers as the blackness took hold.
All of it changed when that fog rolled in. Everyone in the diner had commented on it, most asking if it was smoke rolling in from some freighter that had caught fire out in the harbor. A few knew that there was more to the fog and had quickly dropped their forks with a thunderous clang before quickly making their way out of the diner. There was one customer who seemed to know exactly what to do. She had waited on him a few times, the bookish, paranoid type. He would speak about some weird conspiracy theories about shadow governments or group controlling everyone from behind the scenes. She watched him dive under the table while shoving ear buds into his ears she decided that perhaps this was one of two ideas, one being to just drop everything and try to run back to her small studio apartment down the road or do what paranoid guy did. Choosing to stay and hide was a good idea.
The sudden idea to run to the kitchen, popped into her mind as the swinging doors slammed into the wall as she burst through them. The line cooks yelling to her; oblivious to what was approaching the diner and the rest of the island. She wasn't why she did it but something about the paranoid guy doing it made some sense. Throwing open her purse there it was, her smartphone and the ear buds wrapped around it. Putting in the tiny ear buds she ran to the rear bathrooms just past the kitchen as The Prodigy drowned out the horrible sound that was slowly building.
Slamming her eyes shut as she crouched on top of the toilet, the music barely keeping the screams from seeping into her ears. She cupped her hands over her mouth, the cold seeping into every inch of the bathroom, causing goose pimples rising on her skin. Shutting out everything as the world she knew went to hell.
Hours past and her legs screamed in agony of being in one position for far too long. The air felt heavy with an oppressive weight, opening her eyes slowly. Mostly in not wanting to see if there was anything there but to stay in the feeble safety of not knowing. The fog reached far into the diner, making the bathroom dim in the florescent lights. The tiled floor glistened from the extra moisture in the air. Immediately she lowered one trembling foot to the floor as if testing the waters. Pulling the ear buds out the silence was deafening, nothing could be heard not even the soft hum of the assorted appliances within the kitchen.
Working the courage up to open the door was a strenuous process, the willingness of wanting to stay here and be safe almost over riding the urge to flee and just run. Opening the door slowly her eyes went wide to the sight. The line cooks were missing, the food they were preparing blackened upon the pans and grills from being left there and unattended. The odor of the burnt food was heavy within the ever present fog stung her senses "hello....Mark...Jesus..." her voice only barely above a whisper, she gingerly steps over several plates that had been pushed to the floor. Her smartphone held tight in one hand she makes her way across the kitchen, peeking out through the serving station. The dining area was dark as the view outside proved to be just as depressing. Pushing against the door it moved only a few inches before hitting an object. Anxiety beginning to rise within she pulled at the door with trembling hands.
The sight of what blocked the door made her cover her mouth to muffle her shriek as her stomach quickly brought breakfast up, the cold sweat washing over her as she retched onto the floor, the thought of ingrained thinking that she'll need to clean it dissolving just as quickly as it came. Using a nearby towel wiping her mouth she gathered it up into a tight ball of cloth, pressing it to cover her nose and mouth as she gathered her composure again.
Not daring to look down to the mangled body that was blocking the door she nervously stepped over it, her foot skidding out from under her in the pool of blood, flailing out to grab onto anything to catch herself. She falls to the ground, her feet failing to find purchase. She cried out, deafening in the deathly silence accented by the soft thud of her body hitting the floor. Immediately the pain shoot through her shoulder, landing on it just so, forgetting the body for only a moment as she fought to keep from passing out. A loud crash from the direction of the cash register quickly brought her attention to the noise. With her heart pounding in her chest she could only strain to see who it was.
The groan that met her silence chilled her very essence. Quickly pulling herself up, she looked towards the source of the groan. The streetlight from outside the door providing just enough illumination to show the hunched over figure that was sitting at the farthest stools. Its movement’s lethargic as if the person was just waking from a deep slumber. "hey...hey, are you okay?" cursing herself for saying something but not wanting to be alone had won out the internal argument. She watched as the figure pushed itself up with trembling arms. The wheezing it made sending her fear back into overdrive "don't move...I'll call for someone..." forgetting the smartphone she still held onto she moved out from behind the counter, backing up towards the other door. Keeping her attention to the figure and truly not wanting to know what was wrong with them she pushed open the door, out into the chilled air.
The fog was thick, barely able to see the harbor and seawall just across the street as she quickly stumbled out of the diner. Even as the fog muffled everything she could still hear the tall tale sirens of police cruisers off in the distance, probably helping those in need in this strange sea fog. The sharp pops of what she could only assume to be gunshots brought her back from her curiosity as they sounded to be coming from the direction of the police station. Quickly walking down the three steps and onto the sidewalk she hurried down Main Street. The crashing of glass followed by blood curdling screams only steeled her resolve in making it to the police station. She knew that if something terrible was happening she would be safer there, under the watchful eye of Chief Bannerman and Officer Andy.
Some places have that feeling in which your very soul shudders in knowing that the things that go bump in the night are hiding just out of sight. This was what she found herself in as she passed by the florist shop, the feeling of something or someone stalking her as if she was its prey, unable to see very far, the feeling of being stared at quickly un-nerved her. Quickening her pace she watched as a shadow pass within the fog on the other side of the street. "No no no stooopp" someone yelled, just out of sight as loud moans filled the air only to be replaced by wet sounding tearing and the scream, the scream chilled her to the bone. The sound of shuffling feet crept over to her, panic fully set in as she turned and ran.
She was in decent shape, not one for keeping to strict regime of exercise she could ignore the creeping nagging that was making itself known. Wearing the required non-slip shoes proved in that the design of them marked running any length of time was never in the designers mind at all. Trash littered the sidewalk as it seemed large groups of people had rushed through the area and knocked over anything in their way. The gunshots were becoming louder as she neared the police station. The roar of an engine scared her as one of the police cruisers went speeding down the road from the direction of the fire station. Its lights smashed as the driver blindly barreled down the road without a care in whom or what could be in their way. Skidding to a stop she screamed to the driver to stop only to be met with the sickening thud of bodies being hit and run over. She could hear the engine roar as the driver lost control, tires squealed on the pavement and the loud crunch of what she assumed was the cruiser slamming into a light pole.
Listening to any further vehicles she slowly made her way over to the cruise. The fog obscuring any view of the car. She came upon the first body, his limbs twisted into grotesque forms. His blood pooling beneath him as she knew he must be dead. The crunch of metal on metal echoed in the chilled air as she heard more of the groaning coming from the cruiser. Two gunshots rang out as she drew nearer the cruiser, startling her. She could see a figure wrestling with another, another shot and this time the losing figure slumped to the ground "hey" she cried out as one shot gunshot cracked the silence. She stopped; the intense burning hit her in the chest with such force it made her stumble. "Mary?" she saw his face as he ran towards her. It was her boyfriend Kyle, the newest recruit to the Kingsmouth police force. "Oh fuck..no no no, Mary." She could feel the warmth spreading over her chest as he caught her fall to the ground "no no, Mary, I'm sorry." She reached up to his face; her fingers trembled as the cold slowly numbed her limbs. "Stay with me please." He was crying, the tears landing on her cheek, she focused on his face as her vision started to blur. Her last fading memory was of him cradling her head, his tears mixing with hers as the blackness took hold.
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