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Authors: Robert S. Wilson
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complicated pattern of silver webs subconsciously the whole time.
Hank put the flashlight away and then hooked both of his thumbs in the straps of the backpack. Then without even raising his heart rate, he went through the doorway and began crouching and swaying through and around the complex obstacle course of spider webs. An onlooker would have been reminded of jewel-thief movies where the thief had to get through a myriad of laser lights without touching them. The room appeared to be a large living room with blue suede matching furniture scattered around and an old TV against the front wall next to the door. Only a few seconds of sleek gymnastics through the webs and he was at a large clearing toward the back of the living room. Ahead of him was a thin hallway that ended in what looked like a dining room. And in the next room, he could make out a large white refrigerator. There were only the occasional cobwebs in these rooms. He walked into the dining room, slowly at first. When he was sure there was nothing to concern him in there, he continued on into the kitchen.
He began opening cupboards and drawers. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust. He found the utensil drawer and snatched up one of each kind and slid his backpack around to open it. Once opened, he set the backpack and the utensils on the counter above the drawer. Then he continued foraging within the drawers, adding to the accumulation of dust clouds in the room. A few drawers later and he found another key item he was looking for: a can opener. He picked it up, looked it over, and set it on the counter beside the utensils. When he was done going through the drawers, he began looking through the cabinets. Five cabinet doors later and he opened the jackpot. The smell almost kept him at bay, especially with his senses so intensified. First he had to take a deep breath (away from the cabinet) and blow away all of the dust before he could see what there was.
There were cans of chicken noodle soup, corn, green beans, carrots, potatoes, and even a couple cans of chili. There were also some various boxes of pasta and the like growing strange things on them. That, he was sure, was the source of the smell. He reached in with his hands tucked in his sleeves and began knocking the different boxes of growing things out of the cabinet. Reaching in with both arms, he grabbed about twenty cans, making a circle to hold them with his arms. He turned his face away to get a breath of unspoiled air. Then he took them over to the sink and dropped them in, knocking a huge cloud of dust up into his face. He coughed for a second and waved away the dust. Using the bottled water and a rag he found, he scrubbed the cans clean and then washed his hands. Then, he began piling the cans into the backpack.
He was just about to wash the utensils when he heard the very distant sound of running footsteps. They were too fast to be human and getting louder. As he quickly grabbed the utensils, put them in the bag, and zipped it up, he wondered why the bastard wasn't flying. If Hank had been able to fly, there would be no second-guessing. Anywhere he was in a hurry to get to, he would fly. He put the backpack on in a rush and pulled out his machete. The footsteps steadily rose in volume. His best guess told him he had a little over 15 seconds before his visitor would arrive. He backed away from the kitchen toward the dining room and hid inside to the left of the thin hallway that led back to the front room.
By the time it dawned on him his pursuer wouldn't be using the front door, it was too late. The opposite wall of the dining room and part of the kitchen exploded before him as a thin blonde vampire with fierce, jet-black eyes that looked nothing like the other vampires Hank had seen, burst through, hands reaching out for Hank's body. The fangs were still a dead giveaway.
Hank's first impulse was to swing the machete at his attacker. He didn't make it. The vampire grabbed hold of
Hank put the flashlight away and then hooked both of his thumbs in the straps of the backpack. Then without even raising his heart rate, he went through the doorway and began crouching and swaying through and around the complex obstacle course of spider webs. An onlooker would have been reminded of jewel-thief movies where the thief had to get through a myriad of laser lights without touching them. The room appeared to be a large living room with blue suede matching furniture scattered around and an old TV against the front wall next to the door. Only a few seconds of sleek gymnastics through the webs and he was at a large clearing toward the back of the living room. Ahead of him was a thin hallway that ended in what looked like a dining room. And in the next room, he could make out a large white refrigerator. There were only the occasional cobwebs in these rooms. He walked into the dining room, slowly at first. When he was sure there was nothing to concern him in there, he continued on into the kitchen.
He began opening cupboards and drawers. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust. He found the utensil drawer and snatched up one of each kind and slid his backpack around to open it. Once opened, he set the backpack and the utensils on the counter above the drawer. Then he continued foraging within the drawers, adding to the accumulation of dust clouds in the room. A few drawers later and he found another key item he was looking for: a can opener. He picked it up, looked it over, and set it on the counter beside the utensils. When he was done going through the drawers, he began looking through the cabinets. Five cabinet doors later and he opened the jackpot. The smell almost kept him at bay, especially with his senses so intensified. First he had to take a deep breath (away from the cabinet) and blow away all of the dust before he could see what there was.
There were cans of chicken noodle soup, corn, green beans, carrots, potatoes, and even a couple cans of chili. There were also some various boxes of pasta and the like growing strange things on them. That, he was sure, was the source of the smell. He reached in with his hands tucked in his sleeves and began knocking the different boxes of growing things out of the cabinet. Reaching in with both arms, he grabbed about twenty cans, making a circle to hold them with his arms. He turned his face away to get a breath of unspoiled air. Then he took them over to the sink and dropped them in, knocking a huge cloud of dust up into his face. He coughed for a second and waved away the dust. Using the bottled water and a rag he found, he scrubbed the cans clean and then washed his hands. Then, he began piling the cans into the backpack.
He was just about to wash the utensils when he heard the very distant sound of running footsteps. They were too fast to be human and getting louder. As he quickly grabbed the utensils, put them in the bag, and zipped it up, he wondered why the bastard wasn't flying. If Hank had been able to fly, there would be no second-guessing. Anywhere he was in a hurry to get to, he would fly. He put the backpack on in a rush and pulled out his machete. The footsteps steadily rose in volume. His best guess told him he had a little over 15 seconds before his visitor would arrive. He backed away from the kitchen toward the dining room and hid inside to the left of the thin hallway that led back to the front room.
By the time it dawned on him his pursuer wouldn't be using the front door, it was too late. The opposite wall of the dining room and part of the kitchen exploded before him as a thin blonde vampire with fierce, jet-black eyes that looked nothing like the other vampires Hank had seen, burst through, hands reaching out for Hank's body. The fangs were still a dead giveaway.
Hank's first impulse was to swing the machete at his attacker. He didn't make it. The vampire grabbed hold of
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