This year I am working on a story called Bob vs. The Alien Slug Monsters. Instead of an outline I have a basic list of plot points I want to cover between meeting Bob and sending him off to fight the king of the slugs. There is more of a cast of characters than an actual outline, so we will see how the story develops. And with that intro we continue with Bob Versus the Alien Slug Monsters…
Day 16: “We going into investigate?” Eddie asked.
“We going into investigate?” Eddie asked.
Bob swallowed hard. “I just don’t like being at the top of the hill,” Bob said, feeling somewhat silly. Sitting at the top of the hill with the town looking so strange felt to exposed to him some how. He didn’t know if anyone was watching but somehow he didn’t like the exposure. Bob expected an argument from the others but there was none. They were quiet and both more subdued than he had ever seen them before. Genghis also seemed to have stopped his whining now that the humans with their less sensitive noses seemed to have caught on that something was wrong. Bob rolled to a stop at the bottom of the hill. They were several meters back from the next intersection. It was as abandoned as the first, but somehow he thought that he would be expected to stop at the intersection. It was an odd thought. Bob’s days mostly dealt with expense accounts and the people trying to pad them. He did not think in tactical mode.\
‘Except in video games,’ he thought. He looked over at the other two. They weren’t playing a game. Fear creased Enid’s brow and for all his bravado with explosives, Eddie looked worried. Genghis was looking at him as though he expected Bob to have some sort of answer. Bob swallowed.
‘Right,” he said. He pulled to a stop by the side of the road hidden by a large oak. They were in the part of the neighborhood that had been demolished first and had been vacant the longest. It more than the rest looked like a forest. Even the street sighs were wrapped in ivy here. “Right,” Bob repeated to himself. He reached for the Radio and turned it on. He disconnected the satellite radio and tried to remember the call sign for the local stations. There were only three locally that he could pick up and that was the reason he had the satellite radio in the first place. He tried the three stations and got nothing but static on all three of them.
“Sometimes you can get a talk radio station from Berton,” Eddie said. “A gospel station too but that’s mostly in Sundays. Do you think they boost their power on Sundays?”
“You listen to gospel?” Enid asked.
Eddie shrugged. “Sometimes on Sundays.”
Bob tried each of the two stations. He got nothing. He tried all the stations in between but again came up with nothing. No one was transmitting in Centerville and Centerville wasn’t getting signals from elsewhere. Curious, Bob shifted to his satellite radio. He switched through all of the channels he had pre programed in. Nothing was coming in.
“Maybe they get a special blessing to boost their signal on Sundays,” Eddie said. “Divine radio coverage.”
Bob switched the radio off. He stared blankly at the road ahead. Something was going on in Centerville. He wanted to know what it was, and was pretty sure it was important they find out. He glanced at the other two. Did he want to walk into whatever was going on with both of them and a Pomeranian?
Ten til Midnight 