The house was empty, and that was the best luck Aston had since setting foot back into Hamilton. And if he made it out of the entire screwed up situation, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever set foot again in a city with a population less than five digits.
Their search of the single story ranch style proved to be stress filled. Calls of the creatures from outside pierced the walls of the home as easily as a needle through linen. Behind each door of the three bedrooms, they expected any type of hellish beast ready to pounce upon their next hapless victim.
“It looks like a family with two kids lived here,” Allison said in a near whisper as she leaned against the kitchen counter sipping at a warm soda. She grimaced at the amount of sugar that washed…show more content… The magic teleportation — as he called it — from one end of the town to the other didn't sit well with him from the beginning. However, learning that all utilities in the house didn’t work only caused the dread to grow stronger. Finding a refrigerator stocked with nonperishables like soda, beer, and semi-perishable condiments was one thing. But an entire freezer full of meat, ice cream, and t.v. dinners confirmed that the place was as a home and not a weekend retreat. They should've found electricity and water if nothing else working in the house. He looked at his wristwatch and found it was almost 5:30 in the afternoon before glancing out the nearby window. “That’s what I thought,” he muttered under his…show more content… Hoping for some sign that he was wrong. Aston opened the door, and beyond the house, he found the world empty of all except plantlife. Even the metallic shrieks they'd grown accustomed to hearing faded, leaving the outside world feeling deserted. He turned back to Allison and admitted, “You’re right, I have given up on getting out of there. But that’s only because I can’t think of a way to do so. When we tried to drive out we got sent back, and I’m willing to bet it’ll be the same whether we walk, swim, or fly. That means our mission has changed.”
She forced her face to soften before she looked his way and inquired, “Okay, and what’s the mission now?”
“Survival,” he bluntly stated shutting the door. “We have to survive long enough to figure out a way of this … this — wherever the hell we are — or until whatever happened corrects itself so we can go back to our original plan.” His pace was slow and deliberate as he moved to the center of the kitchen, “This place isn’t going to do. We need someplace we can fortify and hold up in if need be.”
Allison blurted, “Food and water! It’s got to have easy access to food and
