Winter Feast - Part Five of Six
Yaz looked at his watch. 2:16.
It had been just over an hour since whatever that thing was had attacked the building and grabbed and killed Gerald and disappeared.
“How much longer,” cried Brenda. “How much longer is that monster going to stop playing games and come after us?”
No one answered.
All anyone could hear was each other breathing. The waiting to die and knowing you will is the most frightening feeling of all.
They sat huddled in their respective places, waiting in the quiet, not knowing when that thing would burst through the swing doors and begin its mayhem.
Darwin lit a cigarette. Jesse had walked over to a walk-in cooler and found the beer cases and pulled out a can of Bud and started drinking. Lucy reached inside her coat pocket and found a stick of gum and removing the foil from around it, popped it in her mouth and started chewing on it hard. Matt, just stayed still but like everyone else, he could feel the tremor in his body taking hold. People’s nerves were reaching the end of the line.
Shellie and Yaz stayed close to each other. Charlie and Brenda just waited out the seconds, wondering when this creature of death would invade their last bastion of hope.
As they were all in the kitchen area, they could hear the front part of the bar being torn to pieces and the loud guttural noises the creature was making.
“Hell, why don’t that thing come in here? What’s it waiting for?”
“No sense in pushing the devil any more than you have to, Darwin,” said Charlie. “Damn thing will find its way back here soon enough.”
Yaz looked at his watch again. 2:17.
The doors flew off their hinges and hurtled across the room.
Jesse never had time to react. It had been quick. One of the doors hit him perfectly in the throat breaking his neck.
This monster of monster’s invaded the room and its head veered left, then right.
Darwin, Faith, Yaz, Charlie, Shellie and Brenda, opened fire and aimed for its head. The creature felt the bullets pierce its flesh and twisted its body in a variety of directions, but no matter how many bullets found their mark, it wouldn’t go down, even after bullets ripped parts of the beast’s flesh away, it continued to move.
It staggered at one point, then regained its momentum and hurled itself onto both Darwin and Faith; its long hairy and overly muscular arms reaching out with fingers of steel and reached out, plucking them both from the floor like picking up an empty paper bag. Then it turned, glared at the others and roared a vengeance that guaranteed its return, leaving the rest standing in what only could be considered absolute defeat as they watched Darwin and Faith being dragged away.
“That settles it,” said Charlie. “Storm or no storm, I’d say it’s high time we get out of here quick as we can before that thing comes back!”
“We’d never make it down the hill without crashing or sliding into something, Charlie,” replied Yaz.
“Yeah, but Charlie has a point. I’d rather take a chance driving out of here verses having that whatever the hell you call that thing, coming back in here and ripping Lucy’s or my head off.” Looking at Lucy he said, “Let’s go, Lucy, we can be inside the van and out of here in two minutes if we hurry!”
Lucy looked around the room, tears sliding down her face.
“He’s right. At least we give ourselves a chance instead of sitting here like ducks getting killed off one at a time.”
Without another word said, Charlie nodded his goodbyes to Shellie, Yaz, and Brenda, and followed Matt and Lucy outside where all the cars were parked.
Charlie immediately went to his car, started the engine which turned over after the third attempt, but his eyes never left Matt and Lucy as they raced to their van.
His mistake.
Charlie’s body wiggled behind the steering wheel for a few minutes as his head hit the pile of snow. Seconds later, the car door was ripped from its hinges and his body was dragged to where the rest of the bodies laid in twisted deformed shapes inside the boatshed. Throwing the now lifeless body atop the rest, it quickly ran up the hill.
Matt was able to get the engine to turn over after the fifth try. Both he and Lucy were buckled in. Matt backed his van out and it was sliding, but Matt corrected the shifting, then put it in gear and started down the hill. The van was moving but also sliding, and Matt knew not to go too fast for fear of ditching the van and being stuck.
Just as they made it past the entrance into the resort, there stood the bestial image in the road. They looked at each other.
“Luce, I love you!”
“I love you too, Matt!”
Matt pressed the gas pedal to the floor and the van spit chunks of snow behind itself as it rammed into the beast, but to no avail. It simply reached out with both its arms and lifted the front of the van as if it were a child’s toy and tossed it to his right. The van smashed against a group of snow-covered trees, killing Matt and Lucy instantly.
It didn’t matter to this creature. It tore away one of the van’s crumpled doors and dragged both bodies back to the boatshed. As with the others, it feasted on that which gave it, its greatest pleasure.
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