WaxWorld by Mark Gillespie

Author:Mark Gillespie [Gillespie, Mark]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-09-21T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

The Civic worked its way up to eighty miles per hour. It charged down the steep slope, its engine roaring as a huge gap opened up between Jack and the thing that was trying to kill him.

It wasn’t long before the robot shooter disappeared from the rearview mirror. Despite this small victory however, Jack knew it would keep following him wherever he went.

His sweaty fingers clamped down on the steering wheel. Despite their slipperiness it felt like Jack would need a crowbar to force them loose. He felt an overwhelming desire to hold onto something – the wheel, the seat, himself – anything to stay afloat in this mad sea and push away the permanent sensation of drowning that haunted him.

As he neared the foot of the hill, Jack glanced at a sign on the side of the road. He slammed the brakes and the car skidded to a bumpy halt a short distance beyond the sign.

He sat in silence for a moment, doubting his eyes.

Jack reversed the car and stopped a few feet ahead of the sign. It wasn’t the first time he’d noticed it. Everyone who drove the regular route back to town from the school knew this marker even though they paid little attention to it. It was a simple, rectangular sign that read: Town Center. Above those two words there was an arrow with a slight curve to indicate the upcoming sharp bend at the bottom of the road.

But today the sign said something different:

TRUST THE SNOWMAN.

The arrow was still there, pointing towards the town center.

Jack stared at the words for almost a minute. When he snapped out of his daze, he checked the mirror. There was no sign of the shooter – there was nothing but a steep hill of empty road behind him.

Jack’s eyes returned to the sign.

TRUST THE SNOWMAN.

He punched the steering wheel and yelped in pain. As he tried to shake the agony out of his throbbing hand, Jack felt overwhelmed by defeat. It felt like a giant foot was pinning him down, slowly squeezing the life out of his body. Whatever this thing was, he couldn’t outrun it. He couldn’t outdrive it or outthink it either.

It was everywhere. It had him surrounded.

Jack sat there for a while longer, staring at the sign like he was hypnotized. He heard Donna’s voice inside his mind. It was chasing him, just like the shooter.

Go to the light. Trust the Snowman.

Jack checked the mirror. Still no sign of the shooter.

“Go to the light,” he said. “Trust the Snowman. What does that mean anyway? I’m supposed to go into that thing? Walk into that bubble?”

Jack felt lightheaded. Now that he’d stopped and everything was quiet, the strange ordeal was catching up with him. It was like he’d been awake for days and now all he wanted to do was lean back, close his eyes and sleep for a long time. But no matter how much he wanted it, the wheels in his mind wouldn’t stop turning.

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