Sightless - H.R. Davison (to read list TXT) 📗

neck like a lover and Trisha’s screams turned watery and finally stopped all together. Derek had watched all of this, horrified. Trisha’s body was limp in the guy’s arms.

 

It was as if Derek were glued to the spot. He was frozen in terror at the unexpected sight in front of him. He watched as the eyeless man continued to feed on Trisha’s body, ripping flesh away to get at the meat and organs inside.

 

A sound to his left caught his attention and he turned only his head to look. There was another one. This one was woman, but the same in every other aspect. Oozing sores, bloody black sockets were eyes should have been. She was standing to the left of Derek with her head cocked slightly as if listening intently to something he was saying. Derek held his breath and stared at her trying to keep the guy feeding on Trisha in his peripheral vision.

 

The squelching sounds of the man working on Trisha’s body made Derek feel sick to his stomach. He continued to watch the eyeless woman. She was an older lady judging by the clothes she had on, a flower print dress with a lightweight shawl wrapped around her shoulders. He watched her mouth work up and down as if she was chewing a piece of gum, blood leaking out the corners like drool.

 

It felt like an hour went by when it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds.

 

One of the dogs at the pet store down the hall started barking. At the sound the eyeless woman gave out a groan and started shuffling off towards the sound. Only Derek’s eyes followed the woman’s progress down the hall. When she was finally out of sight he turned his attention back to the man feeding on Trisha’s body.

 

The man, the flesh eating monster Derek thought, was too interested in his meal to even notice the sound of the dogs barking. That was when Derek took his chance to ease back into the store, careful to be as quiet as possible.

 

Derek shakes his head to clear it of the deranged memory. He doesn’t want to think about it. He doesn’t want to think about the possibility that anything that happened was even true. He doesn’t want to think about Trisha and the guilt he feels at doing nothing to save her.

 

He needa to think about what to do now, focus on the future, that’s what his father always says. Where to go from here? But first he has to find out what is going on. He focuses back on the laptop. The page in front of him says the page cannot display the webpage. Most likely causes are you are not connected to the internet. “Damnit.” He whispers as he closes the laptop.

 

“Damnit. Damnit. Damnit. What now?” Derek mumbles to himself.

 

Derek surveys the small break room he is in, a desk, a lot of books, a counter top with a small microwave, and mini fridge, nothing useful like an uzi machine gun or machete laying around.

 

Derek decides that action is his best course. He slowly opens the back door of the store that leads into the hallway. It is quiet and no one is there. He grabs a book off the desk next to the door and places in between the door and the wall to prevent it from locking upon shutting. Just in case he thinks. He turns left and walks down the hallway.

 

Chapter 3

 

Kyle hears the banging on the front door just as he steps out of the shower. What now he thinks. He grabs a towel and wraps it around his trim waist and walks to the front door of his apartment. When he looks through the peephole he sees Lindsey standing there. Still wearing the clothes she had left in not quite thirty minutes ago.

 

“What the hell?” Kyle says as he throws the door open. “We have nothing more to discuss Lindsey, I made my choice.”

 

Lindsey steps into the apartment rolling her eyes. “Even during a crisis you still manage to be a self centered prick.”

 

Kyle stares at her. “What are you on about now? What crisis?” He says to her throwing his hands up.

 

“The crisis outside! Look out the window!” She says throwing her arms up in frustration “There is chaos in the streets. I didn’t know where to go so I came back up here.” She flops onto the couch and crosses her legs.

 

Kyle takes notice of her legs. God help him he can’t stand her but he wants her. Lindsey is seductive, sensual, and sexy as hell. Any man would kill to be with a woman like her for even a night, but not Kyle.

 

He has of course already been with her, multiple times, and until this morning, willing to maintain an affair with her. Kyle has a reputation to uphold. As an up and coming young CEO at the investment bureau he works at he needs an image, an image of family and deep rooted morality.

Tristan gives him that image and he knows it. That is why he proposed yesterday.

 

He thinks Tristan is boring through and through. But her kindness and not to mention family wealth outweighs any cons she may have. She is trusting and naive to boot, which made it easy to keep the affair with Lindsey going this long. But with the proposal, and acceptance he had no choice to put an end to it. There is too much at stake to lose it all over a paltry affair with a dime store stripper from down the street.

 

“Hello! Kyle. I’m talking here. Have you heard anything I’ve been saying?” Lindsey is looking right at him. She notices where his eyes are looking.

 

She uncrosses her legs and runs her hand up the inside of her smooth brown thigh to the hem of her short skirt. “Of course you haven’t been listening. Just like any other man.” She mumbles. She rubs the hand at the hem of her skirt a little further up, just enough so Kyle can see the pink lacy panties underneath. Then she jerks her hand up to her face and snaps her fingers. “Up here Kyle.” She says in a stern voice. “No more fun and games. It is madness outside and you need to focus.”

 

Kyle walks over to the bay window in his living room. From his fifth floor apartment he has a view of the entire street below. He wonders how he hadn’t noticed the noise before now. There is a car alarm going off down the street and police sirens can be heard from blocks over. There are people in the street running in every direction. From this vantage point it does look like madness in the streets. “What in the holy fucking Hell is going on?” He asks.

 

“I told you it’s madness. I really don’t know what is making people act this way but I couldn’t even get to my car. I parked in the garage two blocks over like I always do and about half way there I was attacked by some freak. He was sick, really sick. Anyway… he bit me on the arm.” She holds up her arm to show.

 

There is an ugly looking bruise forming around a circle of teeth marks. “It really hurts.” Lindsey pouts.

 

“Here, let me see it.” Kyle says sitting down on the couch next to her. He holds her arm in his hand and examines the bite. It barely broke the skin but there is a little blood that has already clotted in a few spots. “Let’s get this cleaned up, you know the human mouth carries millions of bacteria.” Kyle says jokingly. “Dirty, dirty.”

 

He leads her to the bathroom where he washes her arm off with antibacterial soap and then cleans it with hydrogen peroxide. After it is cleaned and dried he bandages it with two band aids. “There, all better.” He says kissing both the band aids.

 

Lindsey smiles back at him. Kyle feels a little guilty treating her like this, possibly giving her false hope that he cares for her and that she would continue to be an everlasting presence in his life. It is just too easy to fall back into the routine with Lindsey. They both need a clean break and Lindsey deserves better then he would be able to treat her. She is beautiful and will find some rich doctor to take care of her he thinks.

 

“Kyle.” Lindsey murmurs.

 

“Hmm?” He says, pulled out of his train of thought. He looks at Lindsey again. This time really looks. Her tan pretty face is too pale. Two high points of red flush her cheeks as if she is running a high fever.

 

“I don’t feel so good.” She says.

 

Lindsey doubles over in front of the toilet as if she were about to vomit. She starts coughing violently and clutching her stomach in pain. “Kyle, Kyle, Kyle.” She says his name over and over as if it is a mantra.

 

Kyle grabs her shoulders to guide her into the bedroom. “Lindsey come on, you need to lie down and I’m going to call an ambulance ok? Let’s get you into the bedroom so you can lie down.” Kyle leads her into the bedroom and helps her into the bed for the second time today. For the last time he thinks.

 

After she is in the bed he searches for his phone. Where is it? He spies his pants on the floor of the living room where Lindsey had taken them off of him just hours before. He reaches into the pocket and there is his phone. He pushes the emergency button but all he gets in response is a busy signal.

 

“What the fuck?” He says out loud to himself. He drops the towel he is wearing around his waist and pulls on the pants he has in his hand. He pushes the emergency button again with the same response. There must be something going on with the cell towers he thinks. He walks across the living room to his attached kitchen and picks up his cordless phone from the counter. He presses the button. No dial tone. “What the fuck?” he says again.

 

Kyle walks back into the bedroom to check on Lindsey. She isn’t on the bed where he left her. There is a pool of blood on the pillow where her head had been moments ago and something white is laying in the middle of it. He bends over to see what it is when he is hit from behind.