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We stayed perched by the side of the road studying the house for a moment longer. “Then let’s go,” Je
“Wait.” Lloyd held out a hand, his eyes narrowed as he glanced first one way and then the other. “This whole thing…”
“Is just wrong,” I finished for him.
His eyes came slowly toward me. He nodded once, briskly. “It appears safe and we can’t stay here,” Bret said. “We either move now or we stay here until…”
“Until we know it’s not safe,” Je
I rested my hand on her arm, looking to calm the simmering tension radiating from her. Her patience was obviously wearing thin and I didn’t blame her. “We’re going,” I assured her. “It may not feel right but it’s not going to get any calmer than this road. We have to go.”
Lloyd nodded, but his eyes were distant, weary. I rose slowly, if he wasn’t going to go first, then I would. I took a deep breath, drawing on my courage as I prepared to plummet into the calm streets of what had the eerie appearance of Mayberry. I bolted forward before anyone could stop me, racing across the street with more speed than I would have possessed a month ago. I bounded up the porch steps, feeling the thump of the rifle against my back as I took them two at a time in leaping bounds. I didn’t hesitate at the door, didn’t even stop to think it might be locked (no one lived here anymore, why would they bother to lock it), as I grasped hold of the knob and flung it open.
In my hectic pace I nearly fell into the house as I tripped and stumbled over the doorframe. I just barely managed to catch my balance before I slammed into the kitchen table with enough noise to raise the dead. “Graceful,” Lloyd commented as he swept into the kitchen behind me. He surveyed the room in sweeping motions with his rifle aimed and ready.
That’s probably the way I should have entered the house, instead of my frantic pirouetting ballerina move that had left me with a bruised hip and an even more bruised ego. “Whatever,” I muttered, fighting against the urge to rub my throbbing hip.
Bret and Je
“Mom! Dad! Aunt Lucy!” her soft cries became distant as she disappeared into the bowels of the house.
Lloyd nodded to Bret. “Follow her. We’ll check out the lower floor. You going to actually get your gun ready?”
I glared at him, but took his advice and pulled my rifle forward as Bret disappeared. I followed Lloyd swiftly through the house, sweeping swiftly through the rooms as we searched for anything out of place, but there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. A soft thump issued from above. I tilted my head back, holding my breath as I stared expectantly at the ceiling. No shouts rang out; I could make out the sound of their soft footfalls as they moved across a room.
“Did anything even happen on this street, or did they all take off? Did they somehow escape The Freezing?” I whispered.
Lloyd did not look at me as he stroked the dying stalks of a spider plant between his fingers. The baby offshoots had already fallen off and dropped to the floor. There was a look of longing on his face that I didn’t understand but that left me breathless and aching for things lost. “I don’t know.”
“None of this seems right. It’s like we’re trapped in an alternate universe, we’re the ones stuck on the side where there’s no one left. The other side is still moving, still alive and they either don’t remember that we even ever existed or they’re baffled by the sudden disappearance of so many.”
“I had one of these as a child. I would have taken it to boot camp but they wouldn’t let me. I don’t know what became of it.” Or his family, I heard the unspoken words even though he didn’t say them. I understood the longing and sadness that aged his youthful face. Lloyd cocked one reddish eyebrow at me as he finally released the plant and turned toward me. “An alternate universe huh?”
“Or something like that,” I managed to whisper, nearly broken by the sorrow in the solider.
“It’s nothing like that,” he said gently. “Je
“Which side do we fall on?” I inquired dryly.
He gri
“Whole damn town has been creepy so far.”
“It has,” he agreed, idly turning his attention back to the plant.
I left him to his memories. I needed a moment to gather my thoughts, and regain some of my courage. I could feel it waning in this strange land of seemingly utter calm and tranquility. I knew better than to think that things were just as they seemed. There was something going on in this damn town and I couldn’t help but think we’d just wandered straight into the spider’s web and that it was just waiting to spin us into a cocoon and drain us dry.
I walked back into the kitchen. Barney was lying on the floor, his front paws crossed before him, and his head resting on them. He cocked one ear and opened one eye to watch as I walked slowly around the room. I opened cabinets, looking for food but looking more for a distraction from my thoughts and this world. They seemed to have been completely picked over. Someone had survived The Freezing, whether it was Je
I sighed as I closed the cabinet full of cleaning supplies and turned to the fridge. My eyes widened, I felt my mouth drop as I spotted the note stuck to the fridge by a magnet. The magnet was of Je
I nearly ran from the room, my heart thumping in eager excitement as I rapidly searched Je
I tore my attention away, needing to find Je
Bret frowned at me; his eyes darted down to my now fisted hand. He glanced back into the room before breaking away and coming to join me. “What is it?” he asked quietly.
I looked behind him, but Je
“What does it say?”
I shook my head as I licked my lips nervously. “I don’t know. I didn’t read it, it’s not my note. What’s going on?”