Yellow Eyes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 16 (v.1)

Submitted: April 22, 2008

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Ginger was finishing applying a gauze wrap around Doug’s wounded back when I came back in.With an efficient manner, she snipped the gauze with a small pair of scissors, took four pieces of adhesive bandage tape she had stuck to the edge of the table, and secured the wrap.When she was finished, she turned around and looked at me.I nodded and crossed to the table.I leaned over and picked up Greg’s smokes.
“You a nurse or doctor?”I asked.
She laughed, brushed hair back from her brow with the back of her hand and rose to her feet.“Veterinarian, actually.”
“I’m gonna go lay down.”Doug said.
Ginger cast him a glance and then looked back to me.Did she want my approval?As far as I was concerned, there were no leaders here.I shrugged and Doug pushed himself to his feet and left the room.
“It’s not much.”Ginger said suddenly.I blinked at her.“Mainly I just fix people’s pets and inseminate registered dogs.”
I smiled.“Well, I guess that makes you the doctor around here.”She returned the smile at that.I indicated Ryan with a sliding of my eyes.“How about him doc?”
She shook her head and bent over him.Lifting her face to mine she shook her head again.“I don’t think so.”
Ryan was beyond hearing us.His eyes were open and darting around but I doubted he saw anything.His arms still tremored and the gurgling noises from his torn throat were quieting.Crossing to him, I knelt next to his side and laid a hand on his forehead.He was cool and clammy to touch.
“Slim needs a look.”I told Ginger without looking away from Ryan.
She nodded and turned away.At the door, she turned back and cast her eyes over me.I felt her looking and turned around.A flash of anguish crossed her features and then she was gone.I looked back down at Ryan and cupped his face in my hand.
“Sorry kid.”I told him.
Cupping my hand over his mouth, I bore down on him and pinched his nostrils closed with my fingers.His eyes kept darting, one hand shot up and grabbed my forearm and I almost let go.I squeezed my eyes shut and willed myself not to feel his hot breath, damp on the back of my hand.He made another gurgle, this one louder, his chest shuddered and then his hand fell away from my wrist and smacked against the floor.When I opened my eyes, he was staring at my face and I gasped.But I kept my hand in place.After several moments, I let up, when I realized he was staring beyond me and without sight.
I pushed myself to my feet and turned away.I looked on the table for Greg’s Salems and couldn’t find them.Frowning, I turned around and looked on the floor where I had been kneeling next to Ryan.I realized they were still in my left hand, where I had placed them before smothering Ryan.I looked at him a moment, remembered what little time I had spent with him and felt a cold shadow of grief pass over me.Then, it was gone.I turned away and walked for the door and stopped cold.
There, on the wall next to the door, hung a map of the area around the farm.It was old and faded, mostly browns and greens with red lines denoting boundaries and black lines denoting roads.What caught my attention and drew it to the map initially, however, was the blue.I swore excitedly and staggered forward, leaning my weight into the wall on either side of the map with extended arms.After a brief look, I pushed away from the wall and exited the library.
I walked back to Greg and, after shaking out a smoke, handed him his pack.I told him about what I had seen and he nodded.We were in agreement.I waited while he lit his cigarette then accepted his lighter and went back to where Dale was guarding the main stairwell.
“Here you go kid.”I held the cigarette and lighter out to her.She accepted them wordlessly, lit up and passed the lighter back to me.“Anything?”
“Nothing moving.”She answered.
“Keep watching.I think we’ll be moving soon.”She nodded and then I turned away.
Ginger was looking at Slim’s arm so I stopped for a moment to talk.“You up to moving?”
Slim looked up at me and nodded silently but didn’t speak.Nadia, next to him also looked up.
“Slim’s tough as nails.He can do what he needs to.”
I let my eyes linger on him for a moment and nodded.“I suppose you’re right Nadia.”
Then I was making my way back to Greg.He nodded when I entered the back hall.Waiting for me to make my way over to him, he watched the back stairwell with attentiveness.When I was beside him, he spoke.
“We’re gonna need to get supplies.”I nodded.“We can’t expect just to sleep under the stars and eat the fact that we’re still alive to fill our stomachs.”
“Well, there’s time to figure something out for that later.”I told him.“Right now we just need to get to the truck.”
He nodded sharply.“Right.Right.What do you think?”
“I don’t even know where it is.”
Right out front.”
“Are the keys in it?”
He looked at me for a second before shrugging his shoulders.“I don’t know.Slim drove.”
“Okay.”I told him.“All this walking back and forth is wearing me out.How about you let me watch these stairs and you go figure that out with Slim then come talk to me again.”He nodded and handed over his shotgun.I leaned against the wall and stared silently down the stairwell to the landing where it turned, eight steps away.
Greg was talking with Slim out in the front hall.I could hear the low murmur of their exchange.I looked toward the doorway and then down at Charlie’s still form.Torn and bloodied, he had managed to hold onto my .38.Soldier padded from the bedroom where my backpack was and shied around Charlie’s body as he came toward me.I slid to the floor and resumed my watch on the stairs as I stroked his head.
His ears priced and his purring cut off abruptly.He was issuing a low rumbling growl and staring intently at the stairs.I lifted my hand from his head and gripped the shotgun firmly and lifted it to readiness.What had Soldier heard or sensed.There was a muffled thump from somewhere below and I tensed, straining my ears.Then, there was a furtive noise, it sounded like someone sliding their hands over their jeans.It stopped after a few seconds and Greg’s voice came soft from the entrance to the hall, sounding loud and resounding.
I flicked a glance at him and indicated the stairs with a nod.In a few steps he was at my side, his arm on my shoulder and facing the stairs with me.After several moments of intent listening, he whispered to me.
“Slim had the keys.I got them right here.”He patted his jeans pocket.“How do you think we should do this?”
I dismissed him with a shake of the head and leaned forward, turning my head so my remaining ear faced the stairwell.He grew silent and leaned forward next to me.Soldier climbed into my lap and resumed purring.I relaxed slightly and answered Greg.
“There’s only one thing to do.It’s dark out now, there’s too many people hurt.We have to just all go at once and be ready for anything.”
He considered my words silently then nodded his head slowly.“I guess you’re pretty much right.”
“How many people do you think could fit up front?”I asked.
He considered a moment before replying.“Maybe five.That would be quite a squeeze.”
“Alright, you drive.Ginger and Nadia go in the back.I’ll ride with them.The rest of you ride up front.”
“Why?”
“Because whoever’s in back needs to be the most able to fight.”
“You look like shit.”He told me.
I shrugged.“I made it this far.”
He was silent a moment before speaking again.I listened for more noises downstairs.Soldier purred away on my lap.
“When should we go?”
“Soon as possible.”
He nodded agreement.“Okay.I’ll go tell everyone to get ready.”He stood to leave and I whispered at his back.
“Greg!Get my pistol from Charlie there.”
He bent down and tugged at the .38.It didn’t budge at first.Dropping to his knee, he uncurled Charlie’s finger from the handle and slid his finger from the trigger guard.He tried to break the cylinder and couldn’t find the mechanism.After turning the gun over several times, he handed it to me. I held it where he could watch and pulled back the lock pin and the pistol seemed to fold in half.Dumping the spent shells to the floor I handed it back to him.
“There’s more shells in my bag in the bedroom.”I said.“Grab some and hold on to that gun.And bring that bag out here will you.”
He nodded and went down the hall and turned into the bedroom.I heard him digging through the bag and a few seconds later, he returned with the backpack, laying it next to me.He was slipping bullets into the pistol as he left the hall.I looked down at Soldier and scratched his ear.

“Better hang close boy.We’ll be leaving soon.”


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