THWUMP. THWUMP. THWUMP.
The sound of massive bare feet
hitting the floor filled the kitchen
and echoed off the walls filling the
air with thunderous noise dampened
only slightly from the carpet in the next room. “Shit, she’s coming. She’s coming!”
Jenna shouted. “Keep running!” Shouted Myra, the
Hispanic woman running just ahead
of her. Her long dark hair whipped
behind her in a stream of silky
strands. “Come on, don’t look back, just
run!” yelled the third woman of the
group who was running for her life.
She was tall and athletic. She had
been a runner in her normal daily life
and still wore the same jogging shorts and tight sleeveless t-shirt
she had been wearing when she had
been captured–but here, in
Katelyn’s house, she was just a bug
like everyone else. Jenna struggled to keep up with the
other two fleeing women. Her chest
heaved, her heart pounded, her legs
were starting to burn with fatigue.
Her pace started to slow. Looking
ahead she could see the white tile floor of the kitchen stretching into
the distance–a stark, white barren
wasteland. From her size, a mere
one quarter of an inch tall, the
opposite end of the room seemed
miles away. THWUMP. THWUMP. THWUMP.
More thundering footsteps sounded
from the next room, this time
followed by a voice. “Where are you,
little bugs?” Katelyn’s voice
boomed. “I’m going to find you. There’s no escape.” Her breath coming in rapid,
panicked gasps, Jenna stopped
running. “I cuh–can’t go on,” she
said, desperately trying to catch her
breath. “I’ve been ruh–running for
so long and we’ve only muh-made it to the kitchen.” Myra and the
athletic woman, a red-head named
Kim, both came to a stop, turned,
and jogged back to where Jenna
had her hands on her knees trying
to catch her breath. “We can’t stay here. We’ve got to
go,” Kim said as sweat dripped
down her face. “You saw what she
did to those guys. You heard what
she has planned for us.” A shiver ran up Jenna’s spine. It
was almost impossible to believe the
nightmare that had taken place over
the last few hours. Just a short time
ago she had been a clerk at a
clothing store, bending and folding shirts. She had seen a young
attractive woman watching her
from the dress section. Jenna
hadn’t thought much of it but she
did notice the woman had a strange
look in her eye. The woman had approached Jenna, eying her up and
down. “Oh yes, very nice,” the
woman had said. Before Jenna
could even ask what she meant by
the strange remark, the woman,
Katelyn, had pulled a strange looking gun from her purse and
pulled the trigger. Jenna had
screamed as a laser-bolt blasted her
chest. Her screams had faded
swiftly away to nothingness as her
body shrank and shrank and shrank.