Bethany McNuggie
Thunder Lance
A dark room, Lynchburg Tennessee
12am Dec 22st, 2012



Crazy thing about DVD player clocks is they don't chime. Heck it didn't even beep at the still air once midnight finally did roll around. Instead Beth continued to fumble about in the darkness oblivious to the happenings of the end of times. She had wrapped up her business with the bathroom and was now trying to find her way back to the couch to lay down for a couple of minutes more when a sudden wrenching in her gut made her empty its contents on the carpet. It left an awful taste in her mouth but man she felt better!

Slowly she turned to make her way back to the bathroom to get a sip of water, just something to wash that taste out of her mouth, but she hesitated. Something felt off. She couldn't quite put her finger on it but she was certain that something was wrong. Well, more wrong than completely ignoring your own vomit on someone else's floor for them to find it in the morning. Carefully taking a step forward proved more challenging as she could have expected, her food felt like it sank into the carpet ahead as if the ground were dissolving below it. A coyote howl caught her attention briefly before she saw something. Faintly in the dark a yellow light flickered. It danced like a haywire spark before erupting into a maze of shapes expanding outward along cracks and grooves that tore through the floor. All at once the floor gave away under Beth's feet and then-

All was dark again.