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 38: As he closed the door, he blinked, hearing the same droning sounds as before.
As he closed the door, he blinked, hearing the same droning sounds as before. ‘The disks,’ Bob thought. He saw the edge of the tree lined area and sprinted towards it. He made it to the edge and then once in the trees slipped and fell, landing hard on the muddy ground. Bob let out an off, but used the fall to slide down the slight rise. There was a small stream of water in the bottom of it and he tried to keep himself out of the water while using the slope of the land to hide. He turned around so he was facing golden meadows again and then scuttled under a bush.
Bob gripped the large container of salt. Realizing that it was not yet opened he unscrewed the large cap from the plastic tub, took out the safety seal and then screwed the cap back on. As the safety seal was shiny silver, he made sure it was tucked into his pocket and not flashing in what sun there was. He was thrilled that he had gone with darker colors today and pleased that clouds seemed to be moving in. While he didn’t relish the idea of being outside in a downpour it did make his concealment a little better.
Bob listened to the sound of the droning disks and realized they were getting closer. His heart pounded and he tried to sink lower into the ground while still keeping Lucille’s cottage in sight. Bob caught movement and saw a brigade of the disk driving slugs arrive at Golden Meadows. They spread out through all of the cottage, not just going to Lucille’s. Bob watched as they entered each cottage. There were a few sounds but not many. From where he was he couldn’t tell what they were doing. He knew going closer was a bad idea.
The team that went to Lucille’s cottage was different than the rest. They were not wearing the shiny black jacket with the insignia, or at least not just the jacket. They had some sort of clear plastic looking material. To Bob it looked like a rain poncho.
‘With hands turned into gloves,’ he thought. He saw them pause at the door, and carefully lift their fallen comrade from the ground and place him on a stretcher of sorts. It was different from the stretchers they took the people back in. It was rounded and looked like a containment bag.
‘Lika a Hazmat clean up,’ Bob thought. He supposed that made sense as Lucille’s cottage was the only one where someone was injured. Once the body of the fallen slug was removed, Bob saw them spray something on the bits left on the ground. One of the slugs lowered some sort of want towards it. The wand hummed and to Bob it appeared it sucked up the sprayed liquid and the fallen bits. The hazmat suit wearing slugs then went inside the cottage. Again, he was at a poor angle for viewing. He hadn’t wanted to be visible from the glass doors, so he shifted out of range.
While it meant they might not notice his movements, he couldn’t really follow theirs. Bob waited. He clutched the salt as his only weapon and tried to watch. While he couldn’t see what they were doing in the cottage, he could see that when they left each cottage they pulled the doors closed. Previously all of the cottage doors had been left wide open. Eventually they were done. The slugs gathered and in a long line left the Golden Meadow’s complex.
Ten til Midnight 