Back to the Business of Awful

"What's that god awful smell?" I figured it might have been whatever was in the cigarettes me and Ruk were smoking (because I'd been having coughing fits the entire time I had been smoking it much to Ruk's amusement).

"Get inside fleshies are coming." Ruk moved with the swiftness of someone worried about getting eaten alive (Sad to say I know that exact speed having run that way multiple times). We ran down stairs and Ruk put out the fire (which in the darkened basement made everything pitch black). I'll give Ruk credit, he was at least a leader of his crew keeping them quiet and not freaking out while we were potentially about to become food.  The smell grew stronger and then we could hear them, wailing and screaming in some forelorn horror speech. I was actually wondering at the time how these creatures snuck up on anyone.  Ruk would explain that only when they are in groups do they tend to make the noises.  Ordinarily their attacks were like I'd sort of witnessed at the compound, they send in one of their own looking like a person (don't ask where the flesh comes from, you don't want to know) and then once that person has disabled the armed people in the camp, the horde shows up to murder the rest. So what looked like a random thing was actually a very common thing during this darkness.  Now you'd think that people would stop inviting in strangers, but no matter how self sufficient your community is there are ways for things to get inside, most of the time relating to male sex drives or motherly instinct to protect children.

The wailing drew nearer as the horde passed over head.  I could hear footsteps, Jules looked to be on the verge of screaming and Ruk noticed and put a hand over her mouth.  The twins were pretty calm, I'll admit I was a bit worried, but thats my natural state of being. Just when it looked like things were going to pass by we heard the trample of feet over on the floor boards over us.  Jules couldn't keep it in any longer and screamed like a girl worried she was about to become a meal would scream like.

"Shit." We were in it, so I figured I might as well admit it.