The Decision

“We have to find them,” I say, still unable to tear my eyes from the sight of the bodies. I am breathing through my mouth. I have to. This close to the doors I can smell them. It is a coppery sweet smell but over the top is the sharp corrupt smell of death. I once drove past an abattoir when I was visiting a rural village in Wales. The smell had been unlike anything I had experienced before and this reminds me of it. I am going to have to move or throw up. My stomach rolls and I realise that even if I move I might throw up. The guys are already behind me, far enough away to lessen the smell. I just have to make sure though.

I distance myself mentally. I’m not looking for a body, just a pair of shoes smaller than the others. I force myself to do it. The guys won’t. Each pair I scrutinise. Each corner of the room. Nothing.

I walk back to the guys. “He really isn’t there.”

“We have to leave.” Max ignores my statement.

“We have to help the others,” I gasp.

“How?” Max asks. “Look at us. We are three people without weapons. We have no idea what is going on and the army is hunting us.”

“We need information,” Colin says.

“What about the others?” I can’t believe that they are going to ignore them. “We have to help.”

Colin meets my eyes and steps closer. “Bitsy, if we help we are going to die. The army will see us. And they will shoot.” He uses one hand to point behind me. I don’t look, I’ve already seen and I really wish I could forget it. I wish that everything was normal. Instead I feel as if I am in some sort of hell.

“We have to try.” But my voice is weak and I already know that I will give in. I want to live.

Max is watching us. “What if we search for information, to find out what has happened, and if we find the others then we can work out what to do then.”

It’s a compromise but it is the best I think we can do. I nod. Guilt is crawling at my gut. I want to turn the corner and see the group, all arguing and being obnoxious. I would even welcome the annoying child. But the reality is that the airport is quiet, deathly quiet.

“So what do we do now?” I ask.

“We leave,” Max says.

“Can’t use the front doors,” Colin says.

“What about the loading bay?” I ask.

“That’s where we ran from. I think we are going to have to use one of the emergency exits,” Max says. “Do either of you have a car in the car park?”

I shake my head. I was going to use a taxi.

“Yeah,” Colin says. “And it’s on the ground floor.”

Max grins. “Then I think there is hope for us yet.”

I just hope that we can spot the group or at least find out what has happened to them.


About Kate

Kate Murray has recently completed her Masters in Creative Writing and is currently working as an illustrator and writer. Her first anthology of short stories ‘The Phantom Horse’ was published in December 2013 and she subsequently has had another anthology published by Raging Aardvark; “Love Just Is” looks at the truth of love, in all its guises from romantic to obsessive. She is currently working on an anthology of ghost stories which should be published at the end of October 2014 and is also writing her first novel. Kate runs two blogs, one is about her life as a writer ( and the other is a serialisation of a novel, “The Gone”; a disaster hits the world while Bitsy is on a flight from Italy. She lands to find that the world is completely altered and she must learn to survive in a place where everyone is not who they appear to be ( Kate has had short stories published in magazines and e-zines, including ‘The Lampeter Review’, ‘Jotter’s United’, and ‘What The Dickens’. She has had short stories included in the ‘Twisted Tales 2013’ anthology published by Raging Aardvark, and the ‘Busker Anthology’ and ‘Spooky Tales Anthology’ published by What the Dickens. Kate’s artwork has been exhibited at the Museum Of Modern Art in Machynlleth where she was selected after entering the art competition and at Aberglasney Gardens as part of the Mid Wales Art group. Her artwork has been published by companies from Norway to Australia and her latest works will have illustrations in it. She has also had a series of line drawings published by Staffordshire Wildlife Trust in their biodiversity action plan. Kate currently works in the foothill of the Cambrian Mountains where she has a purpose built workshop that she affectionately calls her ‘house’ as she spends far more time in there than anywhere else.
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  1. Kate says:

    Reblogged this on Kate Murray and commented:

    The last bit of Chapter 2

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