She jerked her head up at the shrill screech echoing in the room, and lurched to the swinging door by the time the thunderous pounding of tiny feet began. Her stomach dropped to icy depths as her mind whirled through one nightmare scenario to another.
Did someone jab another's eye and was the ball of meat now rolling along the floor?
Was someone scratched all bloody and was the red liquid joining said eye in a morbid sort of soup?
(Served cold of course.)
She hated when her mind clunked into such sharp corners, but went with the morbid flow.
Then she remembered the dog.
The saggy thing barely reached her calf, and had a mottled colored coat which could've once been brown. He was owned by the ground's keeper, and walked about all stiff legged along trails that had the gentlest of slopes. Dust usually billowed off his toothless head if anyone bothered to pat it. She even joked "old Joe" was half mummified whenever she saw him.
Had that ancient mutt snapped?
Gale stood breathless witness in the old wooden door jam as some twenty young faces pressed themselves to peer beyond dirt shrouded windows. Her gaze darted over their heads. The world beyond the room was drenched gray and white, and the thick trunks of towering pine trees blocked from sight anything of interest in the distance.
A/n: still working on this.. Will be continued as I get the time to write.
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....
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