Мгла
The First Night.
likemaggotsonapieceofmeat.Itwasn’tapleasantimage,andIcouldfeelwhatchickenIhadmanagedtoeatnowwantingtocomeup.
Someonewassobbing.Mrs.Carmodywasscreamingaboutabominationsfromwithintheearth.Someonetoldhergrufflythatshe’dshutupifsheknewwhatwasgoodforher.Sameoldshit.
OllietookMrs.Dumfries’gunfromhispocketandIgrabbedhisarm."Don’tbecrazy."
Heshookfree."IknowwhatI’mdoing,"hesaid.
Hetappedthebarrelofthegunonthewindow,hisfacesetinanearlymasklikeexpressionofdistaste.Thespeedofthecreatures’wingsincreaseduntiltheywereonlyablur-ifyouhadn’tknown,youmighthavebelievedtheyweren’twingedcreaturesatall.Thentheysimplyflewaway.
SomeoftheotherssawwhatOlliehaddoneandgottheidea.Theyusedthemophandlestotaponthewindows.
Thethingsflewaway,butcamerightback.Apparentlytheyhadnomorebrainsthanyouraveragehousefly,either.Thenear-panicdissolvedinababbleofconversation.Iheardsomeoneaskingsomeoneelsewhathethoughtthosethingswoulddoiftheylandedonyou.ThatwasaquestionIhadnointerestinseeinganswered.
Thetappingonthewindowsbegantodieaway.Ollieturnedtowardmeandstartedtosaysomething,butbeforehecoulddomorethanopenhismouth,somethingcameoutofthefogandsnatchedoneofthecrawlingthingsofftheglass.IthinkIscreamed.I’mnotsure.
Itwasaflyingthing.BeyondthatIcouldnothavesaidforsure.
