He stayed on the feeder road until he saw a side road braced by a big
brick sign reading Noddingwood Estates. The houses in that subdivision
looked to be large and well-kept. Driving through the winding streets, he
finally decided on one two-story home where the driveway looped around to
the back of the garage so that the car wouldn’t be seen from the road. He
couldn’t explain why he felt the need to hide from view, but taking the
precaution made him feel better. And safer.
The back door was
locked, but several well-placed kicks knocked it out of its frame. Going
inside, he found himself in a laundry room, which then led to a kitchen.
Over in the
corner, by a bay window that looked out into the backyard, sat a small
dinette table. He eyeballed it, figured it would fit, and proceeded to
move the table from the kitchen into the laundry room. There he jammed it
against the door, piling the chairs on top of it so the weight would
prevent anyone from entering.
Stepping back, he
examined the results. “If anyone tries to get in, they’ll make enough
noise to wake me…I hope.”
The kitchen was stocked
with food. Apparently whoever had lived there had just been to the grocery
store. However, most of it was frozen or needed to be cooked. “That will
be the first to consume,” he told himself. “While I still can make use of
the appliances.” There was a pile of clothing in the living room. It was evident their past occupant had been sitting in a recliner. The big screen TV was on, but nothing was showing. With no one to program the satellite or station, or wherever the hell the shows and movies originated, once the original programming expired, there was nothing left but dead air.
He did a quick
examination of the rest of the house but found no other evidence that
someone had been there. The garage contained one car with a blank space
for another vehicle.
Aldyn went upstairs
into the master bedroom. On the walls were pictures of people, young and
old. It was impossible to tell who belonged here. It didn’t matter anyway. He found a set of
clean clothes in the closet he could make do with for the time being. “I
need to stop at a department store sometime and stock up on stuff I can
wear.” He snorted as he thought of the number of places where he could
find jeans and t-shirts. “Guess I’ll never have to worry anymore about
washing clothes. I’ll die before I run out of stuff to wear.”
It felt too eerie being
in the master bath. Instead, he went into the second bathroom and locked
the door before stripping and climbing into the shower.
As the warm water
poured over him, he bowed his head and tried to clear his mind. Instead,
the full weight of what he was going through slugged him in the heart, the
belly, and the brain with equal, devastating force. Unable to cope, he
collapsed inside the tub and let it out.
He had no idea how long
he screamed and sobbed in despair. The tile walls reverberated with the
sound of his anger and pain. He yelled until his voice was hoarse, and the
water turned cold. When he couldn’t cope any longer, he turned off the
water and curled into a ball.
At some point he either
fell asleep, or passed out. Whichever it was, he woke up with a pounding
headache and aching muscles. Crawling stiffly out of the tub, he popped a
couple of pain killers he found in the medicine cabinet over the sink,
then went to the bedroom to pull on the sweatpants and plain white t-shirt
he’d found.
He didn’t feel like
hitting the sack just yet. He was still too wound up. Too upset and
fighting to keep his sanity. Instead, he made his way downstairs to the
kitchen where he indulged in drinking milk straight from the carton.
Better enjoy it while I can. Won’t be
long before it’ll all be past its expiration date, and all I’ll be able to
get my hands on is that nasty powdered shit.
He walked into the
living room again and perused the shelves of DVDs on display. If he
couldn’t go to sleep, maybe he could wind down watching a flick.
A movement outside the
double glass doors nearly sent him into a panic. Aldyn froze, his heart
going a mile a minute as he waited for the movement to happen again. When
it did, he blinked in surprise.
Unlocking the doors, he
stepped out onto a deck. Something was happening to the stars.
As he stared up at sky,
a star suddenly plummeted downward, dropping straight down and leaving a
bright, glowing tail so that it appeared to be suspended by a string.
Before he could make sense of what was going on, another star took the
plunge. “What the…” Stars didn’t do that. If they fell, they arched overhead. They didn’t take nosedives like…like… “Shining raindrops.” What if this is a result of that nebula? What if it’s some sort of previously unknown phenomenon?
He wondered if he
was seeing something for the first time that no other man had witnessed
since creation. “God knows what I’m experiencing now is right up there
with it.”
One particular star
caught his attention. It hung right at the edge of the crescent moon as
thought it was affixed there. |