Yellow Eyes

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

Chapter 9 (v.1)

Submitted: April 17, 2008

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I took it easy driving.I didn’t know what to expect around any given bend.Maybe a truck pulled across the middle of the road, another car traveling the night, winding its way around some abandoned vehicle and driving in our lane.I went fast enough that I wasn’t overly worried about any yellow-eyes getting a jump on us.I kept it in third and went about thirty.Soldier left Dale’s lap and crawled over into mine as we eased our way through the night and the rain.Occasional lightning flashes illuminated the countryside as we worked our way farther from the city and the houses we passed came farther apart.
The sky was turning gray with the fast approaching dawn and the rain was slackening when I stopped the car.We had come seventeen miles by the odometer.Dale murmured in her sleep, turned her head toward me and opened her eyes slowly.Soldier lifted his head and looked up.
“What’s up?”Dale asked groggily.
“Nothing kid.”I replied.“I’m just tired.”
She yawned, sat up and stretched and then looked out her window.We were parked on a two lane country road on top of a ridge in farm country.To the left and right of us were open fields, slanting away toward distant tree lines.She took it in, nodded her head and then turned to face me.
“I don’t suppose you smoke do you?”I shook my head and she leaned back in her seat, brought her hands to her forehead with her elbows pointing out.
“God!My head is killing me!I haven’t had a cigarette in so long.”
The car we were sitting in smelled like smoke.I had noticed it last night after driving for a few miles.It was an unpleasant odor and I had considered pulling the ashtray out and pitching it out the window.I looked down at it then and smiled.Dale pulled her hands away from her face and looked at me.
“What are you smiling at…hey I don’t know you’re name.”
I held out my hand.“Aaron Horton.”
She took my hand and didn’t shake, just held on.I let the smile fade from my face as I looked at her.She was scared.Last night she had lost somebody.After that she had narrowly escaped death herself.Only luck in the circumstance of geographical location and her choice to flee upstairs had saved her, luck and my unhesitating willingness to kill every damn yellow-eye close enough to smell me.
“Thank you Mr. Horton.”She said before letting go of my hand and looking into her lap.
Looking at her a second before averting my eyes as she began to cry silently, I busied myself by twisting around in my seat and hauling the backpack onto my lap.Soldier darted to the floor between my feet as I laid the bag on my thighs.
“Whoever owned this car was a smoker.”I told her as I unzipped the bag.
She looked at me sideways then straightened in her seat.While I was digging out candy bars and Gatorade, she inspected the glove box without luck.I offered her a candy bar, which she accepted with a nod, and then checked above the visor.A crumpled pack fell on top of my backpack then bounced to the floor.I shifted in my seat and strained to reach it.After a moment of blind groping I came up with it and handed it to her.There were three bent GPC’s inside.
“This sucks.”She said as she accepted the generics.
“Not your brand?”I asked.
“I smoke Newports.”I couldn’t help it.The laugh came as I was tipping the Gatorade back and it sprayed out of my mouth and onto the dash, some of it got on Dale.She shrugged her shoulders.
“Got a light?”I shook my head.
As we sat, the car off to conserve gas, I kept looking around.The sky was lightening quickly, the sun casting fire over the trees in the east to our right.I guessed the rain would be gone before the sun was in the sky, burnt off by the day’s coming heat.I tracked the fields with my eyes, watchful for Mother Earth’s newest breed.My head was beginning to pound and it felt like it was full of water that kept sloshing around.I closed my eyes, felt Dale’s hand brush my arm as she pushed the ashtray lighter in, and then opened one eye at her.
“Do me a favor will you?”
“What’s that?”she asked.
“Keep an eye open while I sleep.”I pulled the lever on the side of my seat and it reclined halfway back before catching.I tried again and it would go no farther.I shifted to ease the pressure on my left shoulder and opened my eyes again as Dale spoke to me.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m sleeping kid.”I turned my head away from her after speaking even though it sent hot pain through my arm.She shifted in her seat and I tried to ignore her, hoping she would just let me sleep.She put her hand on my shoulder and the fear in her voice was easy enough to hear.
“You can’t just go to sleep here!What if one of those things come?”
I answered without opening my eyes.“I asked you to keep a lookout.”
“But we’re just sitting in a car right out in the open in the middle of nowhere!”She was getting frantic.
I opened my eyes and turned around to look at her.The aggravated reply I had wanted to hurl at her died in my throat.Tears were streaming down her face and she was pale.She held one of the bent smokes in her right hand and was twisting her shirt with the other, looking from the windshield to me, out the back, and then back to me.I pulled the seat lever and leaned forward.Glancing down to the ashtray lighter I turned the key on.
“Take a look around you sweetie.”I told her as I indicated the fields by pointing.She looked out her window, then through the windshield.
“See all that open field?”she nodded.
“Okay.We’re parked on top of a big hill with fields off to either side.There’s open road visible behind us for a quarter mile and maybe farther in front of us.”She turned around to face me, her expression softening as she started to get it.The lighter popped out in the ashtray and I pulled it out and held it while she lit her cigarette.
“Crack that window, will you.” I told her.“Now, if any of those yellow-eyes shows, they’ll be a long way off.As long as you don’t slack any on keeping watch, they won’t have time to get close before you wake me up and we just drive off.”
“What if the car doesn’t start?”
“We’re on a hill, we’ll coast start it.”I answered.
“With them coming?”
“I have a rifle.”
Dale gave a faint smile and cracked her window.I turned the key off and reclined halfway, closing my eyes.Listening to the rain fall on the car, the rustle of her movements, the cat purring on her lap, I started to descend downward into blackness that I prayed would be without dreams.
“Can you turn the key back so I can listen to the radio?”
I didn’t open my eyes when I replied.“We’ll drain the battery, it was pretty weak last night.”
“We’re on a hill.”
I turned the key to accessory.Settling back in for sleep, I listened as she searched for a station.Most of what she got was static.She searched for a full minute and probably switched bands to AM because when she did get something, it was squelchy and hard to catch what was being said.I tried to ignore it but found myself roused from sleep and listening, though I remained reclined and with my eyes closed.
“…to this minute.Again, I repeat, the official statement from several government agencies, local, state, and federal; is this.This current crisis has effected the entire global population without barrier.What information there is available indicates that whatever has happened to these people, there are presumably one billion of them on the planet.That’s one out of six people.Every military on Earth has been effected by the radical change, the governments, the police and emergency forces have all been drastically reduced in numbers and their chain of command has been overwhelmed as superior officers and lower ranking agents alike were afflicted.
“Three sources from Washington have confirmed that both the president and vice president are dead.There is no official statement as to the cause of their death, but it is presumed related to the current crisis.Spokesperson or the current administration, Condeleeza Rice has offered this admonishment:If at all possible, the citizens of this country should assemble in large groups in a fortified position with as much food and water available as is possible.
If possible, arm yourselves.Do not attempt to reason with these creatures.Even though they look much like people we have known and loved, they are not those people any longer.If you can, avoid them.If you must confront them, try to kill them.What forces there are available from our military have been employed to ensure the continuation of necessary utilities such as electric, water works, and broadcasting.Unfortunately, telephone communication has been spotty and, understandably, blackouts caused by line-down instances related to auto crashes are not being responded to.It is the hope of every one in this nation that the military will be mobilized and ready to begin taking what measures are necessary to reach out to its citizenry by sometime next week.
Related is this analysis of events and conjecture of the crisis situation released by a panel from the directors of the Smithsonian Institute:From what information has been obtained through observation, much of it firsthand, these creatures are human beings who have undergone a rapid and inexplicable genetic mutation.They are easily identifiable through three main physical characteristics.
First, there are the eyes.They are without visible iris and are a pale luminescent yellow.Second is their mouths.They have several rows of shark-like teeth, which are apparently incredibly sharp.The jawbones of these creatures seem to have elongated to allow a wider bite than is average for humans and the muscles which work the jaw seem, also, to have become enlarged for a stronger bite force.And then, there are the hands.These seem to have slimmed.Tapering from the wrist and with longer fingers and thick sharp nails, they have the appearance of being claw-like.
It is not known what has caused this mass mutation.Nor, is it fully understood exactly what these creatures are intellectually capable of.With what data we have been able to gather so far, it is unknown whether they are capable of communication.Their highly aggressive behavior indicates an enlarging of the medulla oblongata, which is also the control center in the brain for motor function.As this would indicate, they are more of a motor animal and less of an intellectual creature than the rest of us.
Conjecture on the matter, based upon field findings, is that they communicate with each other rudimentarily with grunts and howls, much like animals.There is no indication that any of them have seemed to converse with another in any manner indicative of higher language.Nor have there been any reports of any of these responding to any verbal stimulus other than with a violent reaction, which all other stimulus apparently leads to.
As the general population has been firing on them with regularity, they seem to have developed an instinctual fear of firearms, which is indicative of a learning capability much as one would find in a smart breed of dog, such as a Labrador.Currently, they are being considered capable of such attributes as rudimentary learning, communication, recognition of their own, stealth, and…cunning.
Some initial reports have indicated that these creatures are carnivorous.There have been several spotted consuming human remains as well as those of animals.It has not been noted that any have been feeding on their own kind.
In all, this is a very dangerous and trying time for the planet as a whole.There are no numbers being reported as to loss of life, though one only needs to recall the day just past to realize it has been dramatic.We are currently in the process of performing several autopsies of these creatures here at the institute.We hope to have results back from genetic testing within the next several days, and if possible begin to devise a means of eradicating this menace with the highest success rate and lowest cost of human life possible.
It is our hopes that within…”

The radio went off.I heard the keys clink together as Dale turned the ignition off and I opened an eye at her.She was staring over her shoulder through the back windshield.Shifting her head, she watched through her window for a moment, looked forward, then out my window.She noticed me looking at her and said nothing.Drawing another cigarette from the crinkled pack, she turned the ignition back on and pushed in the lighter.I watched her light her smoke then slid my hand across the armrest to her and took her hand from her lap and held it.She was running her thumb nervously over the back of my hand when I fell asleep.


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