The Doom That Came to Durango
April 4, 2011
Not knowing what else to do, we headed toward Durango. We realized things were bad, long before we got there. Along the way, the small businesses were half destroyed. Shattered glass had been sprayed over the parking lots and many buildings had parts of their roofs torn open. Bodies littered the sidewalks and hung out of wrecked cars.
“Why isn’t the national guard here or something?” Hannah asked.
Turning, I saw that she was on the verge of tears. “Maybe they were sent, but this is one beast I’ve learned a bit about, mostly from Phillip Brownhurst, because my Bacchanalian friend really hates these bastards. Guns are almost useless against these offworld maggots. From what he told me, you really just have to hack them apart, although burning might work.”
Ethan leaned his head between their front seats. “So unless the army has a battle axe division, they have probably withdrawn.”
“My guess is they have written off this area,” I started. “Most likely, we’ve landed inside a quarantine.”
“Yep,” Ethan said nodding. “And they’re probably telling everyone that there’s an outbreak of Small Pox or something.”
Hannah covered her mouth as we drove by a splattered family. “This is so horrible, but there has to be some people here that survived.”
“There probably is and it will be our job to wax these pukes before they start searching for all those folks that are hiding.”
She only nodded and we rode in silence for a while, until Ethan said, “Hey look. Some people put up a fight over there.”
He was right. It appeared that a tow truck managed to crush a single Migo against a brick wall. For at the good it did him, though, for the roof was torn off the vehicle and the whole area was painted in blood. Not long thereafter, there was evidence of the military’s attempt to contain the problem and, from the looks of things, they faired no better than the civilians.
“Seems like nothing short of a nuke will be taking those screwballs out; at least as far as the US military goes.” Ethan said, sounding more sober than usual.
“Let’s just hope we aren’t in the middle of things when something like that goes down.” I said. “Alright get tight, we’re here.”
Hannah gasped and even Ethan fell silent. None of us had ever seen anything like what Durango had become.
The whole town was still. Nothing moved. Every building looked as though it had been covered with ice, but upon drawing nearer, we saw that it was instead some type on clinging grey mucus. It hung like a sick wet spider web, spanning between buildings and obstructing doors and windows.
“If there is anyone inside those buildings, they won’t be able to escape now,” Ethan said with a shiver.
“Most likely, they are saving the survivors for later.” I said.
“Charming,” Hannah added. She was trying to be brave, but this was the first time her face had betrayed fear.
“Alright people, listen up. We only have an hour or so before sunset and if these things are anything like the Darcarre than summoned them, then that is when they will stir. We need to find a good place to hide because we have some things to do.”
“Like what,” Ethan asked. “I hope you aren’t expecting us to fight all of them.
“No, I have other plans. Now help me find somewhere to hide this van, preferably a place where we can see a good part of the town.”