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 50: Wondering about his recorded steps, heartrate and other recorded physical activity also kept him from worrying too much about approaching the area the slugs claimed.
Wondering about his recorded steps, heartrate and other recorded physical activity also kept him from worrying too much about approaching the area the slugs claimed. He bought the watch because at his last physical his doctor told him that with his sedentary life style he needed to make an effort to get moving more.
‘Certainly moving today,’ he decided. He wondered if he would be able to look at the day’s chart and figure out what each spike in his heart rate corresponded to. He could imagine reporting his activity to his doctor.
‘Yes well that spike there is when Herman jumped out of the woods, that one there is when I saw giant floating slugs taking my neighbors and the residents of Golden Meadows away.’
He let the imagined medical consultation go as he again started to wonder why they had taken the residents. ‘If they are not taking everyone that is.’
He was closer to the commercial area and much of the area he passed through was closed on Saturday. ‘So they wouldn’t have people in them, or at least not many. He wondered if those people rounded up in town were the ones taken and those in their homes in the subdivisions were simply left in their homes. Without looking in the houses, he couldn’t tell.
At the moment he had more questions than answers. ‘And I doubt the slugs are going to answer anything anytime soon.
Bob realized he was nearing his destination and let all thoughts that didn’t tie to not being seen while trying to get as close as he could go. Now was the time to pay attention and not distract his brain from the stupidity of getting closer to the slugs.
Bob reached the point where he had to cross the street. He found a shadowed area and took stock of the view ahead. From where he stood he could see the Bowl-A Rama but he was not directly across from it. Occasionally he would see one of the slugs at the door. They would come out, survey the area and then go back in. Other than that, there was no movement.
Maybe one of the further parking lots,’ he decided.
There was less likelihood he would be spotted that way and there may be more of a chance of figuring out if the people on the stretchers were still alive.
Bob slipped through the shadows, moving away from the bowling alley. There were three other parking lots filled with stretchers and he angled his course towards the farthest one. It also had substantial planters which he thought was a bonus. These were low planting beds that some one decided to fill with flowers and then put large concrete pots in. Into the bots went topiaries. They were trees trained up into long points and twisted into a spiral. While the trees might not be much cover, he liked the concrete planters.
Bob was out of sight of the slug at the front door of the bowl a rama and decided to take his change running across the street. He fought off the urge to tip toe but still held his breath as he crossed the street.
He expelled his breath when he was safely across and hidden by one of the concrete planters. He moved further into the shadows area to the side, near the ally way. While the streetlights bathed a chunk of the parking lot in light, there were none in the interior of the parking lot and Bob felt a lot safer in the shadows.
His actions brought him closer to the stretchers and even in the shadows, he could make out some of the faces on those laid out. He didn’t recognize the one nearest him. Seeing no movement from anyone, Bob eased forward around the planter and towards the stretcher.
Ten til Midnight 