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 79: Bob took a deep breath and raced to the edge of the building, sticking close to the shadows.
Bob took a deep breath and raced to the edge of the building, sticking close to the shadows. His heart was pounding and he was certain the slapping of his sneakers on the pavement were loud enough to echo. At the corner he stopped. He looked into the side alley between buildings. There was no waiting slug riding a disk of doom and pointing it’s weapon at him. The main access road behind the building likewise remained clear.
Bob took another deep breath and raced across the back of the next building. There he again paused, looking between buildings as well a making certain no one was sneaking up on him. As much as the dumpsters provided hiding spots, Bob didn’t like to be near them too long. They still smelled as bad as regular commercial restaurant dumpsters, but he could see human bits like hands and feet sticking out at odd angles and knew what they contained.
Even though he told himself it was just the smell that caused him to move fast, Bob knew it was a lie as his eyes shied away from looking too closely at the shadowy edges. He was thankful that night had truly fallen now and while there were still streetlamps providing some light behind the buildings, they were few and far between. He listened for the slugs and looked for movement more than anything else.
He was glad the night hid more details than it revealed. He was also glad it stole color from most of the places. While nothing could block the smell, with much of the world in a sort of gray scale he was almost able to convince himself that this was some sort of strange movie he fell into and not reality.
Eventually Bob reached the last of the restaurants where he started. The floating disks of the two slugs he took out were no longer there, they and their fallen slugs were taken elsewhere. He figured that if there was going to be a guard, this was where it would be.
There wasn’t one.
Bob eased himself around the corner and silently slipped towards the front of the building where he could face the parking lot. As he neared the edge of the building he heard the whining drone of the slugs disks. Bob slipped his hands into the bags and took two handfuls of salt. Taking out the slug eggs had lowered his amount of salt but he still had a good amount.
Remembering he didn’t take all of the salt that was in this restaurant on his first visit, Bob thought he might slip in and restock. Before he did, he wanted to see if he could figure out how many slugs were still left in the parking lot working on how to slip inside the sleeping people.
Bob looked around the corner and saw that there were three slugs remaining. Two of them looked like they were in charge and one was the slug wearing the hazmat suit.
Bob blinked. ‘That can’t be all of them,’ he thought. He heard them arguing. As they weren’t too far from the corner Bob could hear their guttural voices. Even though he couldn’t make out many details, he could sense a lot of movement as their arms waved around wildly.
They were close but their backs were all to him as they looked at one of the people on the stretchers.
Ten til Midnight 