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 48: Most of the strange bits were above his head, but there was one spot where he could see the glass was repaired.
Most of the strange bits were above his head, but there was one spot where he could see the glass was repaired. The repair looked mostly like the glass from the rest of the wall, but it was strange as well. Bob moved closer to the section he could see clearly. In the repaired bit it looked like there were tiny filaments stretched across the opening. As he watched they seemed to weave together when the weaving was tone, they fused so that it was one piece instead of something the texture of woven cloth.
When the process was finished it was the same color as the glass and blended well but there was still movement as though it was still cloth. Bob started to reach up a hand to touch it, but thought better of it. He looked around and decided to break off a small twig from one of the bushes. The twig was about three inches long. He stretched up and used the twig to tap the upper part. It tapped like glass and no longer had the flowing look to it. He dropped down to the more flowing part and tapped and the material gave much like it was cloth.
‘Maybe it has to cure before it hardens,’ he thought. Unable to resist Bob used the twig to poke th still weaving bits. He jumped back in surprise as the filament stretched towards the twig. They wrapped around the wood and Bob let go of it. He watched in fascination as the filaments began running around the trig. They ran it’s length and then dropped back to the side of the building.
It formed a little triangle jutting out of the side of the wall. He watched as the filaments wove together and became solid. He watched as it cured. When it was done, it looked like there was a triangle of glass sticking out of the side of the building. If he squinted he could just see the twig forming the top straight line of what now appeared to be glass.
Bob broke off another twig and poked the triangle. It was solid. ‘Huh,’ he thought. While he was curious as to how this worked, Bob made a mental note not to touch any of the still moving filaments in the future.
‘No need for me to be an odd shaped lump on the side of a building.’
As he stepped away, Bob wondered about the hole in the road. His plan had been to retreat back in that direction after dark. ‘Maybe get a stick from the woods before doing that,’ he decided. He didn’t want to be a bump in the road any more than he wanted to be stuck on the side of a building.
Bob moved away from the building and again settled in behind the bushes so he could look down towards the Bowl-A-Rama. There were no slugs in sight but there were still rows and rows of people. They were laid out on the stretchers. Bob frowned. While there were a lot of stretchers in the parking lot of the Bowl-a-Rama and the adjacent ones, Bob was fairly certain there weren’t thirty thousand stretchers.
Several hundred maybe,’ he thought. He tried counting up one of the rows.
Ten til Midnight 