Flux by McInally Chris

Author:McInally, Chris [McInally, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Severed Press
Published: 2017-01-02T16:00:00+00:00

MORGUE →

“Please don’t be zombies.” Conn prayed. “Please don’t be zombies.”

It wasn’t zombies. It was much worse, actually.

Finding one of the doors already propped open, kept in place by a wall-mounted magnet, Conn peered into the morgue. Set into the roof was a series of square-shaped lights, one of them flickering incessantly, its starter presumably failing. Amidst the flashes, located across the back wall, was lined a series of front-loading fridges for storing corpses; eight columns in four rows. Very few of the fridge doors were still closed, most in fact hung wide-open. Over to the left, nestled in a darkened corner, a large shape moved about. Its long, scaled, tapering tail emerged seamlessly from out of the gloom. The whipping appendage swaying backwards and forwards as it worked away, doing whatever it was doing. Naked bodies were strewn across the floor, men and women alike, some of them lying on top of one another, others with bloody wounds dug deep into their decaying flesh.

Bite wounds…

Conn’s stomach dropped. He started backing out of the morgue, when the butt of his rifle clipped the frame of the door. It wasn’t that loud, but it was loud enough for the creature to hear. The creature stopped what it was doing, spinning around to look at him, the rest of its body materializing from out of the shadows. It narrowed its yellow-green eyes, a look of vehemence evident in its reptilian features. The beast was looking at him as if to say, ‘what are you doing here?’ Conn forgot to breathe as he locked eyes with the dinosaur, his chest tightening.

The young man knew exactly what the monster was. As soon he saw the characteristic curved talons, on the inside of each massive, splayed, clawed foot, he knew: Utahraptor. As it stood up, reaching its full height, Conn realized the figure before him must have been somewhere in the region of seven-feet tall. The top of its long, narrow, ridged head almost touched the roof. From nose to tail, it was in excess of twenty-feet long, barely fitting inside the room. Like a T-Rex, it was a theropod: a bipedal predator- although significantly smaller, yet it was more streamlined, like a cheetah compared to a lion. Ergo, what it lacked in brute force it made up for in speed and agility. As such, it was lightning-fast, nimble, and fleet-of-foot. The creature’s stringy, muscular hide was tan-coloured, marked with leopard-like black spots and similarly-coloured freckles, contrasted against a creamy underbelly. Starting at the base of its long skull, were a series of sharp spines- proto-feathers in fact- all of varying sizes, running the length of its back, reaching almost to the tip of its whip-like tail. The monster hissed at Conn, the noise similar to an angry snake, only magnified in the extreme. The dinosaur’s narrow jaws parted, revealing two rows of thin, stiletto-shaped teeth. Moving forward on its two powerful legs, head bobbing as it walked, similar to a chicken pecking at its feed, the massive raptor prepared to pounce.

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