The Oblivion Society by Marcus Alexander Hart

Author:Marcus Alexander Hart [Hart, Marcus Alexander]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
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ISBN: 0976555956
Publisher: Permuted Press

CHAPTER EIGHT

Vivian sat in a hollow-eyed slump on the worn wooden steps of the convenience store. Although she barely moved, her breath came in a shallow, nervous pant. She held an open bag of Cheetos in her left hand, but the barely orange fingers of her right betrayed her lack of interest in it. The rocking chair had been moved from the porch to the driveway, and Vivian watched Bobby and Trent hovering busily around it.

“Yeah, I can see what you’re doing, but I’m drawing a ‘no comprende’ card here, homeboy,” Trent whined. “Someone’s got to protect the ladies from this creature, and if you’re not man enough to take action, then-”

“For once in your life, just shut up,” Bobby said through clenched teeth. “Just shut … the hell … up.”

Trent viciously snapped off a mouthful of beef jerky and scowled as Bobby tugged the end of a grimy orange extension cord. In the dusty driveway in front of the gas pumps, an unconscious Erik sat neatly bound to the weathered chair. His ankles were tied securely to its wobbly legs, and his human arms were stuffed through the slats of the back and bound behind him. From there, the cable looped back around, tying his superfluous rodent limbs together in a bundle that hung limply in his lap.

Bobby knotted the end of the cord around the mutant wrists and stepped away, rubbing the backs of his own wounded arms. The blasted shop light had managed to dig two gouges in his forearms from elbow to wrist bone, but his defensive posture had put the rifts relatively harmlessly up their backs. A Dixieland medley of red, white, and blue bandages dressed his wounds, finishing off the remainder of the Confederate flag that once flew proudly by the front of the store. A series of mismatched cartoon Band-Aids held together the fresh, lamp-induced gash that ran across his forehead. He waddled back across the wide driveway, grabbed a bag of corn chips and a can of purple soda from the backpack, and plopped down next to Vivian.

“Ahh, yes, come to Bobby,” he hummed, tearing open the bag. “I think this is the longest that I’ve gone without Fritos in my life.”

“No shit?” Sherri said through a mouthful of waxy chocolate cake. “You’d never know it by looking at you, fat-ass.”

“Cut it out, you two!” Vivian interrupted. “This is serious! What are we supposed to do about Erik?”

“He’s not going anywhere,” Bobby said, nudging Vivian’s bag of Cheetos with the back of his bandaged arm. “Just relax and get some calories in your system. We’ll see what happens when he wakes up.”

“When he wakes up?!” Trent squawked. “Listen to me, people! I’m telling you, when he wakes up, he’s going to be just like that kitty cat from Hell! The last thing you ever hear is gonna be me saying ‘I told you so’ when that thing comes to and starts putting a fresh set of holes all up in your asses!”

“Yes, Trent.

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