Space Team: Return of the Dead Guy by Barry J. Hutchison

Author:Barry J. Hutchison [Hutchison, Barry J.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Zertex Books
Published: 2017-06-26T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

They heard the screaming the moment they stepped through the doorway. At first, Cal thought it was the wind, which had whipped up from nowhere, and almost knocked him off his feet as soon as he returned to the blister universe.

But then he saw the Carvers flailing wildly, battered by the hurricane, their faces alive with fear as the inky darkness of the Void devoured the sky.

“Uh, like, I’m guessing this is bad?” said Miz.

“Yes. You could say that,” said Cal, then he stumbled as Lily barged past him.

“Shizz, shizz, shizz, shizz, shizz,” she spat. “Void breach.”

“Is this Ikumordo?” Mech asked.

“No. Maybe. I don’t know,” said Lily. She ran ahead and started gesturing to a number of carefully memorized spots across the grass. Every time she pointed, another doorway sprang up from the ground, glowing even more brightly in the growing darkness.

“Carvers, go!” Two boomed. Some of the council members were huddled together in frightened groups, but many more ran around in aimless terror, trying to escape the inescapable.

Two caught the arm of a panic-stricken younger Cal with some kind of robotic eye implant, and shoved him through the closest doorway.

“Calm down!” Two bellowed, making a grab for another Carver, but missing. “The doors! Use the fonking doors!”

“Mech, Miz, help him get everyone out,” Cal barked. He lifted the woman’s shoe from his shoulder and tossed it to Mech. The shoe became a green blob as it flipped through the air. “Splurt, go with them, get everyone safe. Loren, you come with me, we need to get to the ship before—”

A camping stove cracked him across the back of the head. “Ow! Jesus, what was—?”

He turned in time for a flying tent to envelop him. Tangled in the rope and canvas, Cal was dragged several feet across the grass in the direction of the Void, before Miz pounced and slashed him free.

“Thanks.”

“Whatever,” said Miz, but she bared her teeth in something not unlike a smile.

Carver Eighty-Three tumbled past, upside-down, very possibly drowning in his own beard. “Go. Help them,” said Cal. Miz tutted and rolled her eyes, but pounced again, pinning Eighty-Three to the grass. Almost immediately, the little man started to scream.

“Like, shut up,” said Miz. “I’m not going to eat you. I totally just saved your life.”

Eighty-three continued to scream, regardless.

“Loren, let’s go,” Cal ordered.

The Currently Untitled stood between them and the growing Void. Or where Cal guessed the Void breach had first started, at least. Now, the darkness was covering most of the sky, its inky tendrils stretching towards the horizon, and the original breach point was a full-scale howling vortex, dragging the miniature universe inside, inch by agonizing inch.

There was no distance at all – fifteen feet, maybe less – between the Untitled and the point where the grass and the sky fell away into the abyss. This was going to be close.

Cal powered on, the ground a blur beneath his feet. The Untitled tilted towards the Void, before a series of harpoon cables spat from the ship’s underside, anchoring it to the grass.

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