Awakened (chapter two)

McKinsey Rose Lynn



Paul pulled the truck into the parking lot of the church. Five hours left. I had a plan. And I hoped it would work. We got out of the truck, and walked inside the church. And to my surprise it didn't burn down with him in it. I stifled a laugh, as my little joke amused me. Inside our friends were decorating the benches, and tables. Paul dragged me closer to them. I jumped back in terror, all of their faces. My mouth dropped. Their faces were blue, like they suffocated. Some were caked in blood. Others were normal. I fell to the floor, mouth wide open. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them I was back in Paul's truck. We were parked in front of a gas station, and Paul wasn't in the truck. I sighed, and sat up straight. Paul came back with two bags in hand. I slid over the console and opened his door. "Thanks." He growled. He threw the bags at me, and I sat them on the floor board. His cheeks was swollen, and he had dried blood on the side of his mouth. "Let's get to the church. We have to prepare the altar." He whined. I sat back, bewildered by my nightmare. It was so real. I stayed silent the whole drive there. Fear was bestowed upon my mind, I had a bad gut wrenching feeling in the pit of my stomach. And it wasn't going away anytime soon.   

  • Author: McKinsey (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 6th, 2017 16:45
  • Comment from author about the poem: Short chapter this time around. I wanted to keep the suspense going. Please give me your opinions. Their greatly taken.
  • Category: Short story
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