Cody Toye [Evolution 01] Evolution (epub)

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.Boomer had just beaten the game in his sleep.Alex just winked at me and smiled“He does that.We only own one game, and he plays it day and night.” she said.All I could do is chuckle, such marvelous things have happened to me in the last twelve hours, why not add this to the list.The quiet of the night seemed to rest my nerves a bit and I finally realized how tired I have become.“Do we just stay here? I mean we are safe aren’t we?”“My father gave us specific instructions, tomorrow we leave for San-Francisco.”“In the daylight? Are you nuts?” I was suddenly reminded of all the bad things that happen when you go against your gut feelings.Right now, my gut says no way!“What if he was right Trevor? What if there is a way to stop them? We may be the world’s only hope.”“The world’s only hope? How are two teenagers and an Autistic man going to save the world? I couldn’t even save myself, remember? I had to have Boomer do it.”“We leave tomorrow, with or without you!”Alex crossed her arms in front of her chest and brought forth an awful frown.The type that can burn right through your heartstrings and scorch your soul if you stare at it long enough.I knew I was sunk, what other options did I have? I knew I would go back to being lonely and afraid if I stayed.“Fine, we leave tomorrow.” I muttered“Yay! Did you hear that Boomer, he’s coming with us!” She smiled and threw her arms around me, like we were old friends reunited after many years.As if responding to his sister, A nasty snore rippled through Boomers nostrils.“We better get some sleep then.”*~*~*Chapter 2My sleep was fitful.For many nights I slept crumpled like a discarded used tissue using my shirt as a pillow against the cold unforgiving vinyl benches inside the rail cars.My body seemed to utterly reject the idea of comfort.It seemed so right, yet out of place in my own existence.My legs fully extended and a proper pillow under my head I tossed and turned and attempted sleep.At some point my overly anxious mind must have decided to rest and terror trampled through my subconscious.The horrors of my first encounter with the pod creatures replayed slowly and vividly in my mind.I was there.I could see it all, smell it all, and feel the fear tingling at the base of my spine.I could smell my mother’s perfume, a cross between honey-suckle bushes and vanilla, she seemed to sink into our sofa, becoming more a part of it than resting on it.It was barely evening time and her and father both just escaped the corporate jungle, meeting up with each other for the first time that day since some magical period between the bus stop and the school bell.Father’s leather brief case rested to the left of the sofa, a silent testament to the raw power of a loving husband and devoted father.He seemed to more rip than loosen the silk tie from his neck and tossed it on the back of the sofa, its final resting place.The smell of mom’s home cooked meal wafted past the rod iron skillet and seemed to engulf the atmosphere.To me this was another day in a wonderful life my family worked so hard for.I sat at the kitchen table, my fifth grade math book open and a puzzled look on my face.Numbers danced back and forth in my mind, inverting and reverting, commas jumping from one zero to the next as I tried so hard to concentrate, to get it right.Tiny bite marks started to appear on the soft wooden edge of the number two writing utensil.I remember a loud sigh and a loud clomp as father dropped his weight and landed next to mother.Everything seemed so perfect.I heard the steady click and the non-whimsical sounds of many fictious people in the background as my father jumped from channel to channel on our television set.Something important must have happened because all the channels suddenly became one voice.Our president’s voice.Still nothing more than background noise to me, I diligently stared at the dancing numbers and tried hard to make two obscure numbers magically create an answer someone much smarter than I decided it should be.On the paper I seen little bubbles, tiny circles I am supposed to scribble in when I conclude that the comma is in the right place and when multiplied with another couple of thousand numbers it will somehow equal what’s just to the right that bubble.I rubbed my eyes and stared blankly at number twenty three.Only two more questions left and I will be finished.I was so anxious to be done with math and go play that I must have missed the panic in my mother’s voice.That seems to be my only regret.If I would have known the severity of the situation I would have asked what was wrong.I would have hugged my parents and I would have spent the last few hours of their lives telling them what I wanted to be when I grew up.It was an impossibility for a child of my age to truly understand adult things.No, all I heard was my mother telling me to go to my room and play.I didn’t fight it, after all, playing sounded much more fun than math.Without hesitation I slammed my homework into my backpack and trampled up the stairs.I smiled warmly at the inviting glow of the white screen washing over my face.I turned up the sound and became immersed in a pixel world of an expensive game.Downstairs I could vaguely hear the sobs of my mother and the steady thumping of father’s boots as he ram sacked the living room looking for unknown items.I became worried, but tried to click away at the buttons, hoping things were alright, trusting that they were.Sometime between level five and the main boss I heard a loud scream, a horrible blood curdling scream.In a blind panic I threw my system to the ground and came rushing down the stairs, taking them two at a time hoping to shave precious seconds off of my rescue time.Halfway down I heard my father’s booming voice demanding I stay upstairs.Mother still screaming I could hear wetting clomps and loud thumps, a sound that will haunt my memory forever.Convinced my father was brutally chopping my mother to tiny bits I let my imagination run wild on me.Charging through my room I flung open my closet door and chunked many childhood toys to the side.I was on a mission.After some time I came across the item I desired, the item that would save my mother’s life! I wrapped my fingers around the hockey stick and charged the staircase once more.As I hit the bottom I felt my heart skip a beat and learned the true meaning of horror.There was so much blood splattered around the couch, that it left small ponds on our white carpet.Beads from mothers pearl necklace lay scattered across the floor like a messy game of marbles two young children refused to pick up.Father was still swinging his axe with all his might but to no avail.It took quite some time to register the whole scene in my mind; to me all I seen was blood.Loud chomping sounds startled me back to reality.For the first time I actually saw what was right in front of me.Podradiles, five of them, crawling on all fours and tearing at my mother’s flesh [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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