She tried to force down her fear; the nights spent hiding under covers, too scared to look out in case the Grays had come for her. There were other times too, when she’d run home in the gloom, scared that a sudden bright light overhead might lead to her being sucked up and away into the sky. Silly girlish worries from a time long past… but all too real here in the dark of the yard.
“Janet!” Bill said, and she heard the fear and worry in that one word. She ignored him, and held her ground as the Grays gathered around her.
“We mean you no harm,” she said softly.
“Weemean,” the five said in unison.
The closest one reached out and stroked Janet’s arm. Pain hit her, as if a red-hot poker had been drawn across her skin, the burn coming up immediately in a six-inch, pencil-thin line. She drew her arm away as another Gray reached for her.
“Weemean,” the five said, and closed in. One of them grabbed her on the wrist, long fingers circling all the way round, bringing a new flare of pain that was almost unendurable. Janet screamed.
The five Grays backed off, as if confused.
“Weemean,” they said.
Janet could barely speak through the pain.
“What do you want?”
She felt Bill’s hand on her shoulder.
“What do you want?” she shouted.
They cocked their heads to one side.
“Weemean.”
They came forward again, long fingers reaching out, as if needing to touch her. When Bill dragged her away, she let him do it.
“Weemean,” the Grays said, and came after them.
“Eat shit and die,” a voice replied. Charlie stood in the doorway, waving the flashlight, passing the beam over the pale forms. Where the light hit they melted and flowed. Thin wisps of dark smoke rose from the liquefying flesh.
“Weemean,” they whispered, and as one collapsed into a bubbling mess on the dirt. Within seconds there was nothing left of them, just wet ground and thin smoke that quickly dissipated in the breeze.
The ache in her arm from the two distinct burns didn’t start to ease until she’d swallowed three strong painkillers from her kit and downed a decent slug of JD. Even then the burns throbbed and beat beneath the bandages and salve she had applied. The wrist was the worst. Her flesh, what remained of it, had blistered and split—the marks where each of the thing’s fingers had gripped showed as bloody weals. She’d made sure Bill did not see the full extent of the damage as she bandaged it, but that didn’t stop him fretting over her.
“We need to get you over to the quarantine room,” Bill said. “They can take care of that…”
“I can take care of it myself,” she said, rather too sharply, and immediately regretted the look of pain she had brought to the sheriff’s face. “Look, Bill. If I go over there, I’d have to stay there. In case you haven’t noticed, nobody comes out. At least here we have a chance of responding if anything happens, if the hum comes back…”
She stopped, struck by a sudden thought.
I didn’t notice that.
Bill raised an eyebrow.
“I know that look. You’ve thought of something?”
She nodded.
“There was no hum. When they came this time, there was no hum. Maybe the two phenomenon aren’t as closely linked as we thought?”
“Does that help us?”
“I don’t see how just yet. But it might.”
“Did you learn anything?”
She thought about that.
“Maybe,” she said, holding up her bandaged arm. “I don’t think they knew what they were doing. I didn’t get any impression they meant me harm.”
Bill shook his head.
“Apart from burning you to the bone, you mean?”
“As I said, I don’t think they meant it. I think they were trying to make contact.”
“Well, they did that well enough. What now?”
Janet realized something else. At some point, Bill had stopped being the titular person in charge, and the mantle had passed to her. Bill needed something to do, he just didn’t have any reference points in his past to tell him what that might be.
And neither do I.
But the sheriff was looking at her, still waiting for an answer.
“We don’t know how long we’ll be here,” she said. “Let’s see if we can rustle up some hot food and coffee. It could be a long night.”
That was enough to get Bill moving. She went after him, and together they made toast and enough coffee for two mugs for everybody should they want it. They set it out on the table they’d all sat at earlier. Fred and Sarah immediately started in on the toast, but Ellen Simmons, initially at least, seemed reluctant. She didn’t leave her seat in the corner.
“How do I know it’s not drugged? This could be a trick to make sure I go quietly to the CDC quarantine.”
Charlie came out from behind the bar with a fresh beer in his hand.
“Ellen, if we wanted you unconscious, we’d just hit you on the head. Come on over here and join us. I’ll even taste it first if you’re that paranoid?”
Hunger got the better of her, and Ellen Simmons finally joined them, sitting next to Charlie, the two of them sharing both toast and Charlie’s beer. They all ate sitting round the big table, and while it wasn’t exactly convivial, it was as close to routine as they had managed since the disaster unfolded.
“What’s the plan, Big Bill?” Charlie asked.
Bill immediately looked to Janet and raised an eyebrow.
Looks like I’m up.
“I thought that sitting tight might be our best hope,” she began. “But now I’m not so sure.” She held up her arm, showing the rest of them the fresh bandages. “These things we’ve been seeing are more than simple haunts. They can touch us, burn us. We should be okay as long as we stay in the light, but even that’s an assumption on my part, and that’s dangerous.”
“So what do we do?” Fred asked.
“I say we make a run for it,” Ellen Simmons said. Charlie laughed again.
“As I said before, Ellen, you’ve been watching too much cheap television. We’re up against folks with automatic weapons for a start, and God knows what else will come up out of them holes. What do you suggest we use to fight back? A big stick?”
“We could sneak out the back…” Fred said.
The sheriff shook his head.
“It’s not safe in the dark. I think we can all agree on that.”
Everyone around the table went quiet until Ellen Simmons spoke up again.
“So that’s it? We sit here and wait for whatever’s coming to us?”
Nobody replied.
We’re out of ideas. And running out of time.
Matters were taken out of their hands minutes later. Fred and Charlie had just lit up post-meal cigarettes when they all heard movement outside the front door. Bill waved a hand, asking for quiet, and moved quickly to the door, just as someone turned the handle. Bill pulled the door open.
A slim woman stood there.
She’s not wearing a suit.
It took Janet a second before she recognized the scientist, Mullins. The newcomer walked into the bar and smiled thinly.
“The good news is that all your tests came back clean. The general has told me to get you ready to move out. The wounded are already on their way out of town. You’re next.”
Janet went to the door and looked out, just in time to see two long trucks drive out of the parking lot and away out of sight in the darkness.
“Is that wise?” Janet asked. “What about our shared experiences and…”