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

Chapter 19 (v.1)

Submitted: April 24, 2008

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The interior of the house was dark and crowded with long shadows.As we stood collected just inside, Ginger pulled the door shut behind her and felt along the wall for a light switch.She found it and flipped it up.Nothing happened.Standing in the living room where the door opened into, we could hear no sounds of appliances running.The power was off.
Moving silently through the living room, we made our way through a large opening at the end of the room and stepped into the kitchen.Our feet slapped along the tile floor and echoed through the stillness of the house.The only sound was the rustle of clothing, soft breathing, a fly buzzing somewhere in the room and a drip from the faucet in the sink.Greg spoke into the stillness.
“We need to find the keys to that van outside.They must be in here somewhere.”
“We’re gonna have to spread out.”Slim chimed in.
I spoke up.“People usually keep a flashlight somewhere in their kitchen.Or maybe matches and candles.We’ll need some light.”
“Right.”Greg answered.
We separated out into groups and began going through the cabinets and drawers in the kitchen.Dale stood with me as I pulled a drawer open and felt into it.Near the stove, Slim was fumbling in a cupboard, upsetting dishes as he did.Ginger was looking under the sink and cried out as we heard a snap.Pulling her hand from the cabinet space under the sink, she held her hand up and we saw there was a mouse trap sprung closed on her fingers.Somebody laughed then fell silent as Slim helped her pull it off.
“That hurt?”he asked.
“Yeah it smarted like hell.”She replied.We resumed our search.
Nadia found a flashlight on top of the refrigerator and clicked it on.The beam cut a swath across the darkness and she handed it to Slim.Accepting the flashlight, he turned its beam toward a set of drawers underneath the counter and began going thorough them rapidly.With a satisfied grunt, he started pulling small votives from the drawer and laying them on the counter.We closed in and soon we each had a candle grasped in our hands.Greg went around lighting them.When everyone had a light, he spoke.
“Okay.We need to find the keys to that van.I don’t know where these people that lived here would have kept them so any ideas, just check them out.Grab anything useful you find and keep your eyes peeled for camping gear, medical supplies and anything else you can think of.When we find the keys, we’re gonna pull the van into the garage and load it up.”
We mumbled agreement with Greg and set out, searching the house for the keys.Dale went along with me, Nadia and Slim went together and Greg, Ginger and Doug remained in a group.I left the kitchen and entered a laundry room off to its side, using my candle to light our path.On the other side of the narrow room was a steel door that I assumed opened into the garage.Next to the door, there was a key-peg with three sets of keys hanging from it.I crossed the room and pulled them down, examining them by the light shed from the candle that Dale held over my hands.
Sorting through the keys, I found one of the rings had only two keys hanging from it.Marked with the GMC logo, there was a round one for a door and a square one for an ignition.I checked the rest of the keys on the other rings and found no GMC or Chevy keys.Dale followed me to the kitchen where I handed them over to Greg.
“Looks like they go to the van.”He said as he examined them.
“Alright.” I said.“If that’s it on the keys, I’m gonna go look for some of the things we’ll need.Somebody needs to check out the garage though and I’m really in no condition.”
Greg nodded and accepted the flashlight from Slim before heading through the laundry room into the garage.I stood in the kitchen and listened as he opened the door.After several seconds, he came back into the kitchen and gave the thumbs up.Satisfied, I went to explore the rest of the house.
In the bathroom closet, I found a first-aid kit and some gauze.Toward the back, I spotted an unopened two-pack of toothbrushes.I took them.Handing the items to Dale, I went through the medicine cabinet, removing a bottle of Ibuprofen and an old prescription of antibiotics.
We left the bathroom and carried our supplies back to the kitchen and laid them on the table.Ginger was pulling canned gods from the cupboards and had the table stacked with items like fruit and Spam.I nodded at her as Dale and I went to look for fresh clothing and blankets.In a short while, our group had gathered bedding, clothing, toiletries, and food.As our group stood gathered in the kitchen, Greg spoke up.
“Did anyone come across any tents or camping supplies?”We shook our heads negative.
“Why?”asked Nadia.I answered.
“Because, Greg and I decided to head out to Charles Mill Lake and try to get to one of the islands until things settle down.”
Nadia became defensive.“So now you two are the leaders here?”
“No.”Greg replied in a flat tone.“Nobody said anything about having a leader.It’s just that that’s where we decided to go.You don’t have to come with us, but you’re welcome to and we hope you do.”
Slim nodded his head.“That’s a pretty good idea.I know that little cluster of Islands.They’re wooded and about a half mile from shore.We should be able to stay out of sight but still keep an eye out for trouble.If you’re on the right one you can see route thirty and surely if there’s any military action they’ll be coming past where we can see them.”
Ginger and Doug stared at Slim.Dale gripped my hand.After a brief pause Ginger agreed to come, then Doug.Dale leaned in and whispered to me.
“Is it really a good idea?”I nodded.
“Okay, so we’re going.”Greg said.“That’s great, now let’s get that van loaded.We’re gonna need to get out of here and find what we need someplace else.”
“How do we go about it?”Doug asked.
“Go about what?”Nadia asked back.
“Getting the stuff in the van.Are we just going to take it out there?”
Greg answered this time.“No.I’m going out there and backing that van up to the garage. Somebody’s gonna have to open the door when I get there and when I get in they’ll have to get it down and locked.”He looked around to make sure his intentions were understood.“Who’s getting the door?”he asked.
Ginger stepped forward and volunteered.Without hesitation, Greg left the kitchen.We heard him cross the living room and then the door opened and was pushed back in place.Ginger headed into the garage with the rest of us trailing.Looking up at the garage door opener as she stepped form the house she cursed lightly.
“How am I supposed to get that open without any power?”she wondered.In reply, Slim went over to the door and yanked on a cord that separated the opener chain from the middle track.
“There you go.”he said.
Outside, a car door slammed shut and shortly after an engine came to life.It sounded smooth running, like a dependable ride.We listened as the van closed the distance between the end of the drive and the door.When its motor was loud outside the door and we could smell its exhaust, Ginger threw the door open and stepped aside.Greg backed in and as his nose cleared the front of the garage, Ginger pulled the door back down.Slim stepped forward and engaged the track locks.
Dale and I were exhausted.My mind was reeling and I had a hard time staying on my feet.As the others filed into the house to bring out the supplies, I pulled open the side door to the van and crawled in.Dale followed and soon we were in the backseat, leaning against each other for comfort with Soldier stretched across our laps.Greg poked his head in the door and smiled at us.
“Hey kid.”He said to Dale.“Guess what I found in the kitchen.”
She sighed, exhausted, as she shrugged her shoulders.Greg dug into his pants pocket and brought out a pack of Pall Mall’s, unopened, and tossed them to her. She smiled and thanked him as he leaned in and offered her a light.I watched her accept the lighter and then closed my eyes, letting the sleep in my body creep outward into my limbs and thoughts.
I was starting to drift off when something banged against the garage door.I opened my eyes.Dale was leaning forward in the seat next to me, her eyes wide.She shifted a little, slid my shotgun into her hands and gave me a sharp glance.There was another bang and a growling snarl came through the door.Greg had been loading a box of canned food in the van behind our seat when it happened and he dropped the box.

“Shit!”he said through clenched teeth.


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