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 57: Bob heard the two floating disks run into each other with a metallic clang.
Bob heard the two floating disks run into each other with a metallic clang. He was certain that the other two slugs heard it as well and Bob braced himself. Sure enough the sound of the disks got louder. ‘Coming this way.’
He glanced down the alleyway and he could see the movement of the other two disks. Apparently so could the slugs. They came down the alley way with no sounds of slowing. As they passed Bob, he threw a handful of salt at each of them.
Neither saw it coming and neither had time to call out an alarm. They both melted into goo as their disks sped on.
‘They are going to hit,’ Bob realized.
While he was thrilled he took two more out, he didn’t think getting caught in the alleyway was a good idea. Bob raced down the alleyway and passed the two new slug disks. He was moving faster than they were and was able to pass both them and the first set before they collided. Bob aimed his steps towards the back of the restaurant. There was a service door leading into the back kitchen areas.
Beside it was a large and overflowing ashtray.
‘Please let the smokers have left the back door unlocked,’ he prayed as the disks crashed loudly behind him. There was no hiding the sound, It was loud and echoed off of the stones. Bob tugged the door and to his relief, it opened.
Bob slipped inside, pulling it closed. There was a simple lock where he could twist it and he did, Locking the door behind himself. Bob took a deep breath. There weas the smell of burning in the air. It wasn’t the kind of burning that someone would get from burning food. It seemed more like a lightning strike. For a moment Bob listened. Part of him was listening to the sounds outside, waiting for someone to check on the crashing disks. The other part of him was listening to the restaurant, wondering if anyone else was hiding in place.
Bob swallowed hard and hear what he thought were disks approaching. They grew louder and he could hear them outside. They sounded like they were moving up and down the alley way, right past the door.
He didn’t know if they would be checking the doors or not, but decided leaning against it if they did might not be the smartest plan. He kept low, practically crawling across the floor.
The kitchen looked clean and shiny even in the little light coming in from the street lights. He passed by a mop bucket with the mop dropped on the floor next to it. There were what looked to Bob like cleaning rags and there was the distinct antiseptic scent in the air along with the odd ozone burning scent. The rags looked dropped in strange places. He would have expected them to be gathered up. They weren’t
‘None of the ovens or stoves are on,’ Bob thought.
He moved further away from the back door and saw that while the deep fryer was empty here was a bucket of oil that appeared to have been drained from it sitting on the floor next to it.
‘Cleaning up when they were attacked,’ Bob thought. He passed through the kitchen and looked into the dining room.
Ten til Midnight 