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 80: They were close but their backs were all to him as they looked at one of the people on the stretchers.
They were close but their backs were all to him as they looked at one of the people on the stretchers. The three slugs were arguing and even without knowing the words Bob could tell what the fight was about. The two senior slugs wanted the slug in the hazmat suit to try his luck entering the body of the woman on the stretcher. Bob didn’t know her but he could see the bright orange crocs on her feet and the salt gleaming in the light from the street lamps. The hazmat suited slug seemed to give in and to Bob’s surprise shrugged his way out of the suit he was wearing.
He would have expected him to keep the protective gear on given what happened to the others.
‘But the slugs all stripped off what they had on when they tried to enter a person,’ he recalled.
The slug, now free of his protective gear prepared to ease forward. Bob realized just how close the cluster of slugs were. He looked around. There were no other slugs in sight.
Before he could talk himself out of it, Bob eased forward, creeping silently up behind the slugs. The now naked slug oozed onto the stretcher and screamed as the salt hit him. Bob ran forward and covered the other two slugs with his hand full of salt and then darted back to the shadows. He raced around the corner and down into the alley way. He slipped inside the back of the building and made his way to the front. If the slugs followed him around the building he would escape out of the front and race for the plantings as they searched the buildings.
Bob moved to the front of the building and peered through the glass window. He kept low hoping to not be seen. The slug that tried to enter the woman was bubbling away, disintegrating on top of the woman and turning into goo. She was coated with it, but the slug was clearly dead.
‘She will survive goo,’ Bob thought. The other two slugs were melting into their own piles of goo inside their little floating disks. He hadn’t heard them scream, but he had been looking more for pursuit than pain. Bob waited wanting to see if the other slugs noticed anything. The disks floated there, waiting, doing nothing.
All was silent.
Bob took a shaky breath and retreated from the window. He went into the back and refilled his salt supply. When the bag held as much as he thought it would hold, he returned to the window. Still nothing. Bob slipped out of the front door and moved closer to inspect. All three slugs were clearly dead. He backed away.
‘That can’t be all of them,’ Bob thought. He moved to the planting beds between the parking lots. He reached the edge of the planter when he heard the sound of approaching disks. Bob swore to himself and took shelter in the plantings. In front of him was a small tree in a giant concrete pt. Behind him were thick bushes. He hopped that if he hunkered down and stayed still he wouldn’t be noticed. Bob took two fistfuls of salt and squatted down into his protective cover.
He peered between the branches of the bush in front of him.
Ten til Midnight 