“We’re going to have to run okay? I’ll carry you, but you’ve got to promise you won’t look. No matter what you hear, no matter what you feel, you have to keep your eyes shut extra tight and you can’t open them ’til I say. Understand?”
“Yeth,” she said.
Screams sounded outside the door they hid behind. A powerful humming vibrated the door and the walls. He didn’t want to leave this uninhabited home, a quiet refuge amid chaos.
“Mithter? Are we gonna die? Like mommy and daddy? I don’t want to die like them.” Her eyes swam with fear and her diminutive body trembled as she tried to be brave.
Heart aching, he forced a smile, a lunatic smile, all twitchy and shaky, “You can call me Jack, remember?” Continue reading