Issue Three
Create successful ePaper yourself
Turn your PDF publications into a flip-book with our unique Google optimized e-Paper software.
Charlie ran down the street, bare feet<br />
pounding the sidewalk. She’d stepped<br />
on so many sharp rocks and fragments<br />
of glass that she couldn’t feel anything<br />
but the pain any longer. Her feet felt<br />
slick and she was sure she was leaving<br />
pairs of crimson footsteps in her wake,<br />
bright as runway lights.<br />
Every house she passed was<br />
deserted—no lights, boarded up and<br />
hollow inside. Empty carapace, the guts<br />
and blood having moved onto bigger<br />
and better things. She would find no<br />
help here.<br />
A howling in the distance. They were<br />
gaining on her. Panicking, she turned<br />
toward one of the houses. A tall threestory<br />
thing, very dark and very<br />
inviting. She sprinted toward its rotten<br />
porch after a quick check to make sure<br />
she wasn’t, in fact, trailing any<br />
blood. She ran her feet through the<br />
grass just be sure. Up the wooden<br />
stairs. The door was locked and<br />
boarded up tight. She rattled the knob<br />
just in case. No luck. She tried the front<br />
windows—also locked.<br />
She leapt over the side of the porch and<br />
ran around the perimeter, trying every<br />
window she came across. And then<br />
good fortune came in the form of a<br />
basement window on the back end of<br />
the house. It was open half an inch, like<br />
somebody had recently used it. Howling<br />
behind her, the excited jabber of voices<br />
off in the distance. She dug her fingers<br />
into the opening and shimmied through,<br />
headfirst, into the void.<br />
She landed heavily on the concrete<br />
floor, sprang to her feet and then shut<br />
and locked the window behind her.<br />
She squatted down in the dark, hiding<br />
amongst the molding boxes and spiders,<br />
and waited as the howling and the<br />
voices grew closer. She watched the<br />
shadows of feet pass by the window,<br />
heart pounding so hard that she thought<br />
she might cry out just to get it over<br />
with. ‘I’m in here!’ her mind<br />
screamed. ‘I’m in here! Just come in<br />
and kill me already!’ She closed her<br />
eyes and listened.<br />
They circled the house for close to five<br />
minutes before giving up and moving<br />
on.<br />
Their voices sounded frustrated,<br />
bloodthirsty as they faded away into the<br />
distance.<br />
A long time passed. She waited and<br />
listened, but all she heard was<br />
silence. A cricket began to chirp on the<br />
opposite side of the basement.<br />
Charlie sighed and, exhausted, settled<br />
into herself. She felt her head<br />
droop. Within minutes she’d fallen dead<br />
asleep.<br />
When she awoke, hazy yellow sunlight<br />
was trickling through the windows. She<br />
was still alive.