Yesterday's Gone: Season One

was an echo chamber for her rapid heartbeat and shallow breaths. She put her left hand over her mouth as if it could silence the sound of her breathing.
    A crash sounded downstairs, something being knocked over.
    Bob was pissed.
    Then another crash.
    And another.
    Suddenly, Callie began to realize it probably wasn’t Bob downstairs. As if the intruder sensed her realization, the creature made its horrible clicking.
    And it wasn’t alone.

    * * * *

BORICIO WOLFE

     
    October 18
     
    Somewhere in Alabama
     

    Boricio took off his blindfold.  
    Well, fuck me.
    He almost didn’t believe what he saw.  
    That pile of shit Moe wasn’t wearing a blindfold, and he sure as hell didn’t have a fucked up face. The other captives were as they said, knees on burlap and rags over their faces. And like he said, Adam looked just old enough to buy beer without getting carded. But Moe, that fucker was on his knees, and though his hands were behind his back and bound like everyone else’s, he was in full custody of his eyesight. For now.
    Moe drew a surprised breath the second Boricio leapt to his feet.  
    They stared at one another, neither speaking. The prisoners rustled beside them, sensing movement and tension, but could see nothing and prove even less.
    Boricio slithered toward Moe, but Moe didn’t flinch or move. At least not much. His lips were quivering and his breath was scattered all over the place.
    Boricio sniffed the room then put his hand at the back of Moe’s curly mat of hair and yanked it by the root. Moe whimpered. Boricio leaned in and whispered low enough so only Moe could hear him, barely.
    “The itsy bitsy spider, crawled up the water spout...”
    Boricio’s fingers crept along the back of Moe’s neck.
    “Down came the rain and washed the spider out. Out came the sun and it dried up all the rain ...”
    His fingers crawled over to the other side, the longest one making a circle inside Moe’s ear. “The itsy bitsy spider, went up the spout again.”
    “What... what do you want from me?” Moe started to shake.  
    Boricio bit the edge of Moe’s ear, right at the cartilage, just enough to hurt like a hard-on bent in half, but not enough to draw blood. He whispered again:  
    “The itsy bitsy spider, crawled up the water spout. Down came the rain and washed the spider out. Out came the sun and it dried up all the rain...”
    “You don’t want to kill me, man.” Moe said, more statement than plea.
    “Don’t I?” Boricio raised an eyebrow. The prisoners strained to listen. Boricio lowered himself to a squat. “What are you really afraid of? I’m unarmed and all you have to do is yell. Are you that big of a pussy, or is there a bigger badder wolf out there than ole Boricio?”
    A final whimper, then a vomit of words: “Look, we don’t have time at all because any second now Jackson is going to come back in here and when he does, he’ll be bringing Brock and Veronica with him and that’s going to be big bad news for all of us. I don’t have the time to tell you everything but I swear I can help. I can save your life, not just in here, but out there too. I don’t think you know what’s out there. But it’s not what you think... oh my God, I think I hear them outside...”
    A rustling outside the door…
    “Sit down, man, please.” Begging from Manny.
    “You’re going to get us killed.” Jack agreed.  
    “I think they’re right, sir.” Adam made three.
    The rustling grew louder, then stopped.  
    “We’re not finished,” Boricio said, kissing Moe on the cheek and returning his blindfold, and laying back down on the ground with his hands beneath him.
    A single set of footsteps preceded the sound of cloth scraping concrete followed by a squeaky hinge and burlap whipping air. A sixth mat was added to the floor, confirmed by the thud of a body.
      A second later, Dead Guard Walking’s bad breath was stinking up Boricio’s personal air again. “Looks like I got shit to tend to on the immediate side,” he said, “but you and me got unfinished business ‘fore this day gets to being yesterday.”
    Boricio smiled. “You know, I was just thinking the same exact thing.”
    Another slap hit the side of Boricio’s head, but Dead Guard Walking must’ve been in a hurry because Boricio barely felt it. A second later the door whined shut and the guard’s scent fled the room.  
    Boricio was back on his feet and in Moe’s face. “Alright, piggy, squeal. You got seconds, and I