Yesterday's Gone: Season One
the girl said, “They’ve come for us. We need to get outta here!”
Bob looked at the girl like she had a mouth full of Latin. Then he heard the shrieking and the sound of glass shattering in Charlie’s room.
“What the fuck?” he said, more annoyed than scared, as he pushed past Charlie and into his room, shotgun cocked.
Charlie saw the bat by the front door, Bob’s “Jehovah’s Witnesses Be Gone Stick.” He grabbed it and started toward his room as the sound of thunder ripped through the house.
“What the fuck?!” Bob shouted. He’d seen them.
Charlie raced into the room, bat raised, hands shaking.
Hanging from his window, a headless nude corpse from one of the things. A wide smear of blood painted his wall in a fresh coat of horror. Another of the things was tearing at the curtain and pushing itself inside. Charlie saw it — something that looked like a man, but … undone. Its skin was dark, like a cross between burn and infection, but with a shiny, translucent coating. Its eyes were wide, and white, with no visible pupils. Its mouth was a mockery of actual form.
Click, click, click, click, click, the horrible rhythm clacked from the monster’s maw of twisted teeth.
Bob cocked the gun again and cleared the creature’s head from its shoulders.
From the living room, the girl screamed.
Charlie turned and saw one of the things burst through the living room window. It was fast, its head turning back and forth, ink-black eyes, scanning the room like a predator. It turned to Charlie and clicked, then back at the girl and moved to grab her.
The girl jumped back as the thing ran past her and tumbled into the living room. From the bedroom, Bob screamed something, shooting at another of the creatures trying to claw through Charlie’s window.
The creature in the kitchen was back on its feet, glaring at the girl.
Charlie ran toward the monster, bat raised, and swung. The creature ducked as Charlie swung. The bat flew from his hands and into the living room.
Click, click, click, click.
The creature was on Charlie, open mouth spewing hot, putrid breath in his face, as the unholy click of its teeth shifted in its mouth.
Charlie screamed, hands digging into and slipping on the thing’s wet neck, trying to keep its head back so it wouldn’t bite him.
Click, click, click, click.
The girl let out a grunt as she swung the bat into the back of the thing’s head.
It let out an unholy scream, louder than seemed possible, and rolled off of Charlie and rose back up, dazed, but not out.
“Fuck!” the girl shouted as she swung the bat again, clocking it right in the face.
The creature fell to the ground and the girl screamed. She brought the bat down again. And again. And again.
Charlie watched in a daze as the girl bashed its skull into chum.
“Holy shit!” Bob said, coming from the hallway.
The girl looked up, as if snapped from a daze, breathing rapidly, eyes wide and alive.
“You fucked that thing up good.”
Bob went to the living room, then turned to them. “That seems to be the last of them.”
“What the fuck were they?” Charlie asked, only realizing at the last second that he’d broken Bob’s non-cursing rule. Bob didn’t seem to notice.
“I dunno,” the girl said, “but two of them killed my neighbor. And I’ve seen a few more walking the streets. Which is why I was trying to get the hell out of town when you guys found me.”
Bob stared at her, as if just now remembering the incident at the store.
“Is that why you tried to steal my truck?”
“I didn’t know who you were. I broke into the store about 20 minutes before you guys came. I snuck in through the warehouse door in back. I was getting stuff when I heard the glass break. Sorry, but I got scared. Two guys, the end of the world, and a young girl. You do the math. So I was trying to get outta the store before you realized I was in there. But when you all saw me, I was afraid you’d catch me, so I tried to take the truck.”
She stared at them, either trying to read Bob’s expression or waiting for one to read.
Bob glanced at the shotgun in his hand, then at the body on the floor, then broke into a grin. “It’s alright. I woulda done the same shit if I was you.”
Charlie sighed in relief, and hoped Bob wouldn’t notice. He didn’t; his attention
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