Rabid

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Authors: J.W. Bouchard
Tags: Horror
remembered that he had the keys.  He looked at them and handed them to Tina.  “I don’t know which one it is.”
    Tina sifted through the keys, her hands shaking so violently that Taylor was certain she was going to drop them. 
    The door shuddered.  The pounding of many hands on metal.  Carl was yanking back on the handle, one leg up with his foot braced against the wall.
    “ Hurry!   I can’t hold this thing forever! ”
    Tina fumbled with the lock, aiming for the keyhole and missing on her first two tries.  On the third, she managed to insert the key and twisted it.  “Got it!”
    Carl removed his weight from the door slowly, making sure it would hold on its own.  “Will it hold?”
    “I don’t know.  It is for now.”
    “What do we do?”
    “They don’t seem to be very smart,” Tina said.  “They must lose something during the change.  That might work in our favor.”
    Taylor said, “How long before they give up and find their way around front and smash in the glass?  Those windows aren’t going to keep them out.”
    “You heard her,” Carl said.  “They’re not very smart.”
    “They found us in here didn’t they?  They may be dumb, but they obviously don’t quit.”
    “What if we boarded up the windows?”
    “They’re huge.   It would take forever.  And the minute we started hammering nails in they’d hear it and come running.”
    The pounding continued.  The sound of it was almost deafening; flesh on metal. 
     “I saw one of those things catch a squirrel.  When I first got back into town.  Mr. Sullivan was standing on the sidewalk, just staring at this tree.  At least that’s what I thought he was staring at.  When I got closer, I saw that there was a squirrel next to the tree.  And then he pounced.  It happened so fast.  He caught it and had this squirrel in his hands, squeezing and twisting it like he was trying to wring out a wet sponge.  Then he tore its head off.  I screamed.  My window was down and he heard me scream and looked right at me.  He yelled back at me and all this spit flew out of his mouth.  I slammed on the gas and got out of there.  They’re all like that now.  The entire town.”
    “I think whatever’s happening goes beyond this town.”
    “I hope not.”
    “Does your dad sell lumber?” Carl asked.
    “Maybe.  A little, I think.  Most of it he keeps at the warehouse.”
    “We could use the lumber up front,” Carl said.  “We’ve got everything we need to board them up.”
    “It’ll make too much noise.  That’s a guaranteed way to bring those things around to the front.”
    “They could figure out to do that anyway.”
    “What do you want me to do?  I said leave them for now.  We need to think about this.”
    Taylor wheeled the chair from the office into the back room.  He sat down in it.
    “That’s your answer?  To sit down?”  Carl said.
    Taylor nodded.
    “I think he’s right,” Tina said.  “Trying to board the windows would only bring them around to the front.”  She sat down on the linoleum, positioned so she could still see down one of the aisles to the front of the store.
    Carl followed suit.  “I can’t believe this is your answer.  That we’re just going to sit here.  Especially while we have to listen to that. ”  He motioned at the metal door and then covered his ears with the palms of his hands for a moment.
    “Wait a minute.”  Tina hopped up and disappeared into the office.  They could hear her shifting things around, and when she returned she was holding an old-fashioned kerosene lantern.  “Believe it or not, this thing actually works.  It belonged to my grandparents.  It’s kind of an antique, but my dad liked to use it whenever the power went out.”
    She pulled a lighter from her front pocket and lit the wick of the lantern.  She adjusted the metal dial on the side of the lantern and watched the flame lengthen.  The room was filled with a flickering orange glow. 

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