He said I didn't have to tell anyone, and I was planning to hold him to that.
Somehow, however, it seemed like more and more people wanted to know what had actually happened.
I'm still not very comfortable talking about it.
There was the whole thing about switching packages in the park. Then there was the high speed chase.
Honestly, I wouldn't even know where to start.
At the beginning perhaps, but Cussler never started his stories at the beginning. They were more in the deep past and he somehow tied that to present events.
If we get out of this alive, I'll probably tell everything I know, but for now, I'm hedging my bets, dumping everything I know into caches here and there. Some things are buried in vaults on public land. Some things are hiding in plain sight.
The once [sic] that were still left were crawling up his neck.
I had been pressed into this project against my will. I hated the very thought of what was going on.
I would not have accepted this scenario had they not brought her into the picture and now I was watching the outcome of our endeavors.
Crawling up his neck... tendrils of some long dead species, something more than a little alien.
What would happen when they reached his face? Would they enter his ears, nose and mouth?
I could hardly watch, but I was terrified and frozen.
Lovecraft could not have envisioned anything near as horrendous as this.
Blood was beginning to trickle from the places where they were touching him.
He moaned piteously.
Leaves are falling.
It's not even fall. Whatever we did during the experiment was killing us, our world as we knew it...
There is no place to run. No place to hide.
It started off something like Invasion of the Body Snatchers but without the doppelgangers.
People were just absorbed by these tendrils. There were a few lucky ones like me that the tendrils didn't like.
But they killed wildlife, pets... the only things that seemed to be safe were birds and fish.
With the way things were going, there would only be a few thousand humans left.
I have found a few other people. We hope that we can rebuild and survive.
3 prompt weekend freewrite
