The walk home pt.4-1

Words fail me as I look at the scene ahead. I have walked only a small amount of time and looking back I can still see the elevated car park, sinister in it's distance, the entrance to this strange nightmare.

I turned back to once again stare at the thing. The gibbering, quivering...human. If that's what I dared to call it. Crawled towards me. Its proximation to my right made me realise it was completely oblivious to me. A man who looked to be in his late 20's, inched forward on his belly. A black tracksuit, stubbled face. He gave off a sense of dirt and filth.

I shook to my core. I quaked as much as he quivered in his movements, terrified of this new entity in this queer world. And his mouth, foamed and frothed and from it poured all obscenities I could imagine, crude in their formation.

I watched this sorry being as he passed me, keeping my distance. My palms sweated and my body ached from the shaking of fear. He passed me and continued on his way in the direction of the elevated car park as I continued on mine into the long distance. I could hear him for many minutes, his voice echoing filth, the sounds bouncing along the streets sides towards me. I no longer looked back.



Short story by ttius
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Written on 2014-08-25 at 00:19

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This is a very good story!! I am going back to read part 1,2, and 3, and look forward to 4. Science Fiction, when it's well written, like this, is one of my favorite reads. Thanks for sharing this.
2014-08-26