The Snow: A Supernatural Apocalypse Novel by Maxwell Flint

Author:Maxwell, Flint [Maxwell, Flint]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Supernatural Apocalypse
Publisher: Dark Void Press
Published: 2020-02-23T22:00:00+00:00

4

The Violence

Angie’s body was nowhere to be found, but a rust-colored splotch stained the carpet of the dining room. Here were more bloody handprints, shoe prints, and smudges. It was a crime scene investigator’s wet dream. One cotton swab swipe of the mess and the perp would be spending twenty-five to life in a state penitentiary.

I steered clear of it all. Paranoid thoughts of my DNA turning up in their tests and me getting somehow blamed filled my mind.

The first thing Jonesy and I did after we had settled down and gotten our breath back—which wasn’t an easy task, considering what we had just gone through—was find the landline. We didn’t have to go far, either. An old rotary style phone hung on the kitchen wall near the door. Despite its old style, the thing looked brand new, probably one of those retro type items stores sold for ridiculous amounts of money, expecting the customers not to know you could go pick one of these exact phones up for a whopping two bucks at your neighborhood antique shop. I’ve always heard you can’t put a price on nostalgia, but the big corporations thought otherwise.

Anyway, I picked up the phone and put it against my ear. Jonas leaned over, his eyes wide, waiting.

I heard a dial tone. It was the sweetest sound in the world. I told Jonesy and he literally jumped with joy, drops of melted snow spraying from his clothes.

I wasted no time in dialing the three digits I’d never dialed before. 9-1-1. The tone clicked off, and by this time Jonas had his own ear against the phone with me. After the tone disappeared, a long moment of silence followed. We waited without breathing, or at least I did. Then—

The line rang.

Unfortunately, the line only rang once before it went dead. Nothing. No dial tone, no robotic operator telling me the call couldn’t go through. Just dead.

“Try again,” Jonas urged.

I hung up, lifted the phone, and began dialing. I didn’t get far, however, because the line was still out.

It just wasn’t our night.

Jonas took it from me and kept trying. He must’ve done so for a solid five minutes, me standing there and hoping we’d get something, and him slamming the phone in the cradle, picking it back up, dialing, rinse, and repeat. All to no avail.

“We’re fucked,” he finally said.

I shook my head, but I kind of agreed with him. There was an unrelenting blizzard outside, a dead woman, a possibly crazy man running around with a rifle, and unexplainable things lurking in the snow. Saying we were fucked might’ve been putting it mildly, I thought.

Then again, I wasn’t going to just give up. We came here for a reason, and I wouldn’t let this trip be meaningless. We braved all that snow and those...things to get here.

So I wrapped my arm around Jonas’s shoulders and said, “We’re gonna be okay as long as we stay smart and look out for each other. Just like in the military, right?”

He managed a smile.

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