Challenge 02: Drabble Tree
Challenge #02
For this challenge, we will be doing a drabble tree! Some of you may remember doing this a few phases back and the original idea for this came from skieswideopen. To create a drabble tree, you will be responding to other people's drabbles with your own using a single line from that drabble. More than one person can respond to any given drabble ( Read more... )
For this challenge, we will be doing a drabble tree! Some of you may remember doing this a few phases back and the original idea for this came from skieswideopen. To create a drabble tree, you will be responding to other people's drabbles with your own using a single line from that drabble. More than one person can respond to any given drabble ( Read more... )
Maybe the sun went down, Ben thought as he felt the chill in the air increase but without windows he really didn't know for certain. Hiding inside this old cement factory was probably not the best idea, and this room didn't offer any escape except through the door they had entered, but it was still far safer than being outside once the sun went down. All they had to do was stay dead quiet until the sun rose in the morning.
Dead quiet, he repeated silently, sneering at the irony.
Mark huddled beside him and Ben wrapped their only blanket around the both of them tighter, wishing he had thought to load up the car with more supplies while he'd had the opportunity. He was still learning, still trying to come to terms with the terrifying events that had taken place at Salem's Lot less than a week ago. After killing Barlowe they had no choice but to flee the town because the number of vampires wanting to tear them to pieces, and because there was no one left to save except for themselves. He had tried to put as many miles between them and the town of vampires as possible but one of the vampires had found them at the motel they stayed in last night, forcing them to kill it and flee. Ben wondered if others were scouring the road ahead of them under cover of darkness. As long as he and Mark traveled by day and hid at night they might stay safe.
Neither of them spoke and neither of them did more than doze even though Ben knew he needed to grab some sleep as Mark was too young to drive and could sleep in the car as they put even more miles between them and the town. Eventually he must have drifted off but awoke with a start as Mark tensed beside him. The slight clink of metal on cement from beyond the cold room had him tensing further until he noticed the slightest grey light creeping under the door. Ben checked his watched.
It was the half-light of dawn, those few minutes before the sun rose and sent the vampires into a deep sleep through the daylight hours.
Ben split his attention between the world outside the room and the wristwatch ticking away the final moments until sunrise, finally breathing in a deep sigh of relief before standing, stretching out the various aches and cramps from being propped up on a cold floor with an equally cold wall behind his back. He cracked open the door to a new day, momentarily startled as the creak of the door caused a flock of pigeons to launch up towards the openings in the broken roof.
The car was hidden exactly where they left it though Ben carefully checked it over to ensure nothing was hiding in the back.
"You okay?" he asked Mark and gained a nod.
They hit the road, heading south to where the days were longer than the nights, stopping off for food and supplies, quietly wondering if they would ever be able to stop looking over their shoulders after darkness fell.
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