The WHO…?

We drive around the back of the building through a gate and past more armed guards. Then Judge pulls up to a plain door.

“We’re here,” he says and turns to look at us. “Has anyone been bitten?”

We all shake our heads. Well, we haven’t in a sense, not in the way they think we have. Conor looks at us, but doesn’t say anything. I give him a quick reassuring smile.

“Then let’s go,” Judge says. He gets out of the car and Max opens the door. I’m surprised it opened, somehow I expected it to be locked. The other thing I’m shocked at is their acceptance that we haven’t been bitten. We could be lying.

Instead of voicing this I get out and start toward the door. Conor still has hold of me and I can feel a slight tremor from him. He is so scared.

“Can you lower the guns?” I ask Judge. “You are scaring Conor.”

Judge stops and looks around. We have passed into the building, into a lobby of sorts and we are surrounded by about five guards, all of them holding guns. Judge sighs and waves a hand.

“Sorry,” he says, “we are all jumpy. A couple of days ago a friend changed in front of us and tried to attack.” He runs a hand through his hair and I can see the weariness behind his hard eyes.

Everyone has lowered their weapons except Beetle. I don’t push it. There is a tightening around his jaw that suggests he knew this guy who had become one of the gone. Conor tightens his grip on my hand. I look in the direction he is gazing and I see a motley crew of four people walking toward us. One is a woman and very small, Asian I think, one of the men is extremely tall and looks like he could do with a good meal. The other two are non-descript. One is wearing a suit whilst the other jeans, both have dark hair and brown eyes, and I have a feeling they are brothers. They look like they ought to be brothers.

They are all looking at us with curiosity and hope.

The tallest comes forward. “Hi.” He extends his hand to Max but he is looking at me.

“Hi,” Max says. I can hear the gruffness of worry in his voice. I understand. I want to walk out of this alive too.

I nod, but don’t say anything. Conor is peeking from around me. He says nothing. Both Colin and Aaron mumble a greeting.

I watch as the scientists flick their eyes around our group, but they land back on me.

“You are Bitsy,” says the tall one.

Max steps in front of me. I place a hand on his side and push him out of the way. I give him an exasperated look. I don’t need protecting and I think I know who this is.

“I spoke to you on the computer?” I ask.

“You did. I’m Jonas.” He holds out his hand and I shake it. There are very few men who can make me feel small. Max does and so does Jonas. His hand engulfs mine and I feel very tiny.

“Did you bring it?” he asks.

“Sort of,” I say.

For a second his hand tightens, and then he releases me. “Come with me.”

“And Max,” I say. “He knows more than I do.”

Jonas nods and turns away. “The rest of you can get comfy in the rec room.”

I turn to Colin and Aaron. “Can you take Conor?” The kid looks so scared. I kiss the side of his face and as I do I whisper, “Pretend to be human and stay with Colin and Aaron.”

Conor nods and reluctantly releases my hand. “You will come back?”

I suddenly have a very bad feeling. Looking into Conor’s face I push it to the back of my mind and smile. “I will.”

I give him a hug and try not to feel as if I’m saying good bye. I will be back as soon as I can. But everything I am is saying that something is very wrong. Standing, I start to follow Jonas, the others he came with follow behind Max. We all traipse off in one long line. It reminds me of the queues we were made to form in school. Everyone following the leader. Except I don’t know if Jonas is the leader.


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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One Response to The WHO…?

  1. Kate says:

    Reblogged this on Kate Murray and commented:

    The WHO…? They have arrived, now if Bitsy and the others can convince them that they come in peace… #amwriting #thegone

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