Jim made tracks back to
Unfortunately, the obliterated front door and picture window of their house told him they felt differently.
Jim attempted to follow their prints in his Blazer, and had success for a short while. He’d lost the prints along the main roads, and with them, any immediate chance of finding them.
He was beginning to wonder if he should wait for them at home, when the hard rock station he was listening to broke programming.
We interrupt this
station for an emergency news bulletin. Garrison County police have cordoned
off the Vale Heights Mall to the public, and are ordering all citizens to stay
away from the area. We do not know the exact nature of the emergency, although
we have heard unconfirmed reports of some type of wild animals loose inside the
mall.
“Aw, shit,” Jim spat, squealing the Blazer in a U-turn, flooring it toward the mall.
Vale Heights Mall looked like a disaster area. Police, fire, paramedics, and animal control were all over the parking lot. No one except for emergency personnel were getting past the barricades.
Jim pulled a pair of binoculars, left in the truck from a camping trip a couple of weeks back, and took point atop the truck. He strained to see what was going on inside, and could barely make out people inside one of the exits, being held back by riot police. They looked badly injured, and seemed to be covered by a glistening substance that looked similar to the perfume!
He watched in horror at the riot cops braced the doors shut,
wondering why they didn’t try to get them out of there. He got his answer when
the victims lurched, then threw back their heads and howled as they underwent
the same lycanthropic transformations that
Jim gulped. Somehow, Sharon and Debbie had gotten into the mall, and infected who knows how many people inside. If that was the case, he definitely needed more antidote, but going back to make more would take too long! They could escape, or be shot by the police in the meantime!
He had to do something! But what?
Fri Apr 26 07:10:41 2002