Game Changers of the Apocalypse
by Mark Kirkbride
Genre: Post-Apocalyptic Horror
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Their footsteps echoed in the lonely night.
Furry moths clustered thickly around the lamps.
A dog barked on the other side of the river. Running feral or spooked by something?
The breeze caught him side on, making him wish he’d taken Polly’s advice and put something on over his GANT short-sleeved shirt.
He reached for her hand.
She grasped his.
“Where do you think they went?” he said.
In her Joules dress, on her Ravel wedges, she looked round. “What?”
“Everybody.” He glanced at some charcoaly flowerbeds. “I mean, where are they?”
“The Mardi Gras?”
Laughter erupted from him.
Then the smile fled her face. “Think it was another Chernobyl?”
He held his other hand out, turned it over. “How come we’re alright?”
“What’s that bomb that gets rid of people but leaves buildings intact?”
“Oh, the neutron bomb, yes, yeah, that’s a good one. Surely we’d have heard it, though. And there’d have had to have been lots.”
“What about a gamma-ray burst from a hypernova?”
“The celestial equivalent. Thing is, there’s none near enough.”
“Oh.” A gentle snuff.
He swallowed. “Maybe the chosen rose and we… didn’t.”
Her head jerked back. “What are you saying? We overslept on Judgement Day?”
He coughed. “Well, the thing we need to try and work out is…” A moth blundered against his lips. Swiping it out of his face, he dry-spat.
Her hand slipped through his and out. “Oh, my God.”
He stopped, whirled around. “What, baby?” Her hand cupped her mouth. “Baby, what?”
He followed her line of sight. High up on the brickwork above, something small, pale and round protruded from the mortar.
She pointed, transfixed.
He placed his hand on her shoulder. “It’s just fungus, love.”
“No it’s not, it’s…”
He could feel her trembling.
He couldn’t have heard right. “What?”
He positioned himself in line with it, a few feet away from the wall, stared up and had to concede that it did have the convolutions, flutes, knobbles and fleshy coloring of an ear. Yet it couldn’t be. Could it?
“Fuck.” He jumped back.
Polly let out a moan. “You know what it’s doing, don’t you?”
“What?” He shifted his weight from foot to foot.
She turned. “Oh, no…”
“What?” He spun round. “Oh, shit.”
The lights along the river went out one by one. Blocks of darkness caught up with them.
A click from her throat as cavernous night swallowed them. “Oh, God… It’s all starting again.”
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