Night Crawler Journals: Long Ride Home!

Posted: April 18, 2016 in Uncategorized
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Night crawler journals: A long ride home.
The blood is dripping from his hand and splashing against the cold hard ground. The snow quickly covers the stain, making it white again. The snow was no longer falling, but with the violent winds, one couldn’t tell. But with the sun falling in the horizon, the winter temperature did as well.
A cough exhaled from Leos mouth as he asked for help. Aeron pushes his head up from the snow, and gazed across the square, Leo was only a few yards from him. There was a weird joy in seeing Leo, and knowing he was alive, but as his vision strengthened, he realized, Leo was bleeding heavily.
    The smoke from the explosion made it hard to see anything, but what Aeron could see, was something that would come out of a gory Wes Craven film. The explosion scattered the corpse, of the crawlers, onto the walls of once local businesses. Their blood was spewed onto the walls, their guts were splattered onto the window. The blood was dripping from the window seal onto the ground. A handful of Crawlers were piled onto a burning car, the burning corpse let out a ungodly aroma that made the whole town smell. The smell was no problem, though it was horrible, the problem was fifteen feet from Aeron.
Leo had more to worry about, though, the open wound caused him to lose a lot of blood, which weakened his body, and began to pull all of the blood to the heart, to keep him alive. Aeron pushed himself from the ground, stumbling as he got up. He fell back to the ground, but then got back up and ran over to his falling Comrade. Aeron pulls him from the ground, with Leos hand around his neck, he begins to pull him towards their snow mobiles. Aeron knew the snow mobile had supplies that could initially save his friends life. Their snow mobiles were a distance away, though. This could be a hard task to  accomplish with a wounded male. But without thinking, Aeron begins to walk faster, holding Leo from the ground. 
Both of the men were weak from the explosion. As they got closer to the snow mobiles, they began to get slower. They got a block away from the barrier of cars when Leo fell to his face. He is unresponsive as Aeron tried to get him back to his feet. Aeron knew that this journey would have to be a lone one. He wrapped his coat around him and left the scene. Aeron looks up from the ground, and looks around the town, he sees that the coast is clear, and begins to run through the empty town, making his way to the luggage. When he got to the Barrier, the slid on top of the hood, and landed on his feet on the other side. The snow mobile was covered with a sleeve of snow, the luggage was buried under the pile of snow, he slides his hand across the seat, pushing all the snow off of the leather. Aeron looks over at the abandoned mobile, knowing he would need the materials to get home, he gets off the ride and runs to the other cart. He grabs the other luggage, and piles it on top of his previously high amount.
    He turns over the ignition and takes off. The wind in his face, the snow on his hands, he was freezing, but he needed to get out of Fairfield. He had one more stop, though. He made his way through the barrier, and drove up to Leo. As he got off the running snowmobile, he noticed that Leos wound was turning black. The infection was spreading quickly through his blood stream. The cold was turning him slowly into one of the beast. Since the wound was on his arm, Aeron needed to cut it off, causing the infection to stop in its tracks, but as Aeron grasped a hold of his Machete, a crawler appeared from one of the alleys, and was headed towards them. Aeron had no time to do the surgery, he had to act fast, and worry about the wound, later. He pulls Leo onto the cart, and piled all the covers onto him. After killing the Crawler, Aeron got back on his snow mobile and sped off.  
Aeron looked back into the cart, to see that Leo was slowly moving, back and forth. He was moaning from the continuing pain, gripping tightly onto his arm. Aeron wanted to stop and help him, but he knew that he couldn’t do it, he needed to get the man to a safe, and warm location. There he could cut off his arm, and get the infection to stop spreading. As they made a path through a snowy plain, Aeron felt the wind pick up. The snow fall was coming down heavy, now. The snow flakes were bigger than they had seen before. But with little hope of survival in his heart, Aeron saw something in the distance, maybe their last hope. It was an old grocery loading dock that was used before the storm. He thought of the back-up generator and the loads of food they could steal. This would be a great hideout, for now, until the storm passes, and they can get back on the route. Aeron slows down, until he came to a full stop. Leo moans a little louder as the crate lost traction, and slammed into the back of the snowmobile. Aeron apologizes. The front door was chained together to keep intruders out. The chain had an inch of ice frozen onto it.
    Aeron grabs his machete, and swings hard. The cold metal clings against the chain, it breaks the frozen metal, and the chain falls to the ground. Aeron opens the door to see a big selection of food. There seemed to be a group here, and they seem to gather more food, for the harsh winter, but there wasn’t anyone in sight, indicating that something got in, or they left Aeron grabs their belongings and carries Leo into the building. The doors wouldn’t stay shut, so he grabs a rope and closes the doors, tying the rope to a cart on the inside that contained cases of alcohol. After locking the door from the inside, Leo lies down on the ground, near the door with his blankets, and falls to sleep. Aeron, on the other hand, goes through the store looking for the generator, but also anything that could come to use, to them.
While Aeron walks through the store, he spots the generator, but there is no gas. He tries to get it to start, but the tank is fully empty. With no hope in the generator, he goes to the home and garden section, of the store, and grabs all the wood and lighter fluid that he can. He brought the materials back to the front of the store, and dropped the supplies, then he left again. This time he was looking for something to put the fire inside, such as a small metal pan, something to keep the fire from spreading through the whole store. The grill they had wouldn’t fit on the crate, with Leo, so he had to leave it behind. But he found his answer as he circled the frozen aisle. He found a five gallon metal pot. This was smaller than he wanted, but it would work. He brought the small pot back to the front of the store, Leo was fully out, he was no longer moaning, in pain. He walks to the window, and places the machete on the window seal, he looks out into the mass of snow. He sits there and thinks about what was going to happen, as he does, he thinks of how close they are from Drummond, and how they will be home in less than a day, after the storm ends. He walks over to the pan and starts a fire. The fire created a mass of heat, more than Aeron thought it would. With there being heat, Aeron decided to lay back and write in his journal. He was keeping a descriptive account of what was happening, but as he began to write about Fairfield, he felt his eyes getting heavy, so he laid down his pen, and grabbed a cover. In moments he was out. With the storm still raising hell, the survivors were comfortable on the inside.
The winter weather has calmed down, the wind was at a comfortable breeze without a single flake falling. Aeron and Leo were still sleeping in the grocery store, being protected by the rope connected to a cart full of alcohol. After an hour of searching, Aeron finally found what it took to keep them alive for a few days, but on the outside, there was something that wanted it. The man in a strangle black coat stepped down from his f-150. He walks up to the grocery store door, and tries to nudge it open, but nothing was going to break the knot. He pulls the door open, reaches in, and cuts the rope. The door flung open. The male came into the building. He walks slowly over to the simmering fire. He looks down at Aeron and Leo. He drops to one knee, and picks up their backpack. With a knife in one hand, he opens the bag. He searches the bag. He finds food and medical supplies, he throws the contents into his bag, and goes onto the next one, but before he gets into the next bag, he glimpse up at the window, and see the machete. Without second thought, he walks over and grabs the blade off the window. He thrust his arm to see how, the machete, felt in his hand. But as he swings it, the strange male feels cold metal on the back of his neck. The sound of a gun being loaded echoed through the mans ear.  He slowly turns around, and faces Aeron. Aeron points the gun at his head. 

“Well, what do we have here?”

“I am taking what is mine, and I will leave.” The old man exclaims. He heads to the entrance.

Aeron chuckles.

“You move, you die. Now drop my damn belongings!”

Aeron pushes the man to the ground, as he does the bag comes open. Cans of food rolled out, making its’ way across the floor. Aeron shakes his head in annoyance and punches the man in the face, he bounces back and smiles. Aeron places his hand out, waiting for the machete. The old man tries to keep ahold, but knows it would end well, and finally gives up possession of the weapon.

“I should cut your hand off, make you regret doing these things! But I am a nice one.” He drops the machete, he still had the gun locked and ready to shoot. The barrel was firm against his forehead, one twitch of a finger and this mans brains would be on the wall.

“Tell me, grandpa, why do you want to steal?” Aeron forcefully asks.

“I have a daughter….a wife….they are in trouble!” His body slumps down, as he sobs uncontrollably.

“Stop crying!!!!!”Aeron kicks the guy in the stomach.


“Why don’t you go save them.” Leo asks as he gets up from his cot, on the ground. I am sure you can handle yourself.

“I am too weak, I have no weapons. I am here to find food and people! I have been wandering for days!”

Aeron swings the gun forcefully onto his head. His eyes rolled to the back, as he fell to the ground, hitting his head off the
brick ground. The man lies there, cold. He seemed to be dead, but his chest began to move. Aeron turns around and looks at Leo. Leo shrugged his shoulders and lies his head back down.

“What should we do?” Aeron prompts an answer from Leo.

“I don’t care, you decide.”

“Come on!” Aeron throws a can of vegetables over at Leo.

“Hey, fucktard….yes…..lets help…..lets add days onto our travel……”

Aeron sat down on his cover and thought about the extra time, and how they would be gone away from home for another few days. At this moment, the old man awakes. Aeron gets off the blanket and points the gun back at the man. The man held his hands up in surrender, Aeron tells the man to get to his feet. The old man follows the instructions, while keeping his hands in a surrender position.

“Who are you, what good do you bring to us?”

“My name is Les Featherfield. My friends just call me les, though. I was a farmer in Illinois for a while, but we moved here to escape the changing seasons. I have always been a fan of the cold, but we didn’t expect this to happen.”

“None of us did.” Aeron shot back. “What do you need from us? Where is your family?”


Leo gets up from his cot, quickly. He seemed in shock that this man wanted to go there. Aeron draws back and looks at Leo.

“What’s wrong, man?”

“Helena is swamped with Crawlers. I don’t know how this man got in, but I can promise, we will never get out…alive…..” Aeron shook his head in disbelief, and begins to walk away.

“It’s not that bad, my group cleared a lot of them out” Les fights back, trying to convince them to take a chance.

Aeron paces back in forth then turns towards Les. He walks over to Les and lifts his heavy head so he could look into his eyes. Les had fear in his eyes, he was scared of what was going to happen next. Aeron then lowered his head and began to pace again. Leo walks over to his friend, and asked him what he was going to do. Aeron shook his head, not knowing what to do.

“Here is the deal, if we go and there are crawlers, we drop you off and leave, got it? But you give us half your belongings once we get there. If you run, you die.” Aeron offered.

Les agrees in great excitement, as he starts to shake slightly. He starts to walk to the door, but as he gets to the door, Aeron tells him they will be leaving tomorrow. Les wanted to leave now, but knew this was his only chance.
While Aeron walks through the store, Leo catches up to him and grabs his shoulder. Aeron turns to him, and asks what he wants. Leo explains that he is very disgusted with his lack of caring. Aeron shoves his hand off his shoulder, as he does, Leo falls to the ground. He is still weak from the wound, but he picks himself off the ground. Aeron apologizes and tells him that he just wants the stuff, and he doesn’t care if the man dies. Leo smirks and walks away, going back to his cot.

     While the survivors were sleeping, Les was sitting awake, waiting for the crack of dawn. Though Aeron told him to get some sleep, Les had no intention to get sleep. He was fearful of what was about to happen. He had a rock in his hands that he found on the floor, the night before. As he lies there, he hears Aeron panting. He turns around to see Aeron patting his arm. Les sees that Aeron rolled over on top of a coal that fell off the wood, Les laughs. Aeron tells him to shut up, or to leave. Les shuts up, instantly. Aeron gets up, and tells Les to get ready. Les mocks him, and tells him that he was already ready. Aeron walks away. The whole time that Aeron and Leo were getting ready, Les was mocking them. Anytime they would put on a shoe, He would tell them to hurry up. Anytime they would pack a backpack, he would ask if they were done, yet. Being annoyed, Aeron walks over to him and slaps him in the face. After the assault, he didn’t say a word. He kept quiet until they were about to leave.

     After grabbing the stuff they needed, they all walked outside. The snow wasn’t falling, and the wind was at a minimal. Les walks over to his truck, and throws his bags into the bed of the truck. Aeron asks if he was wanting them to follow, Les laughs, then offers them a seat in the cab of the truck. Aeron jumps at the opportunity to get out of the cold, for once. They load up the snow mobile into the bed of the truck, with help of a few wooden post. As Aeron sat in the warm truck, he was reminded of the good ole days, before the snow. The days that his dad would take him to go fishing, and he would sit in the back of his truck. The memories kept Aeron preoccupied for the three hours it took to get to Helena. Les stops. Aeron looks up, and sees that they are in front of the Helena city limits.

      They circled around a couple of the nearby buildings, and parked behind an old bar. On each side, there were buildings with ladders that led to the roof. Three other cars were parked behind the bar. Each car was frosted over, showing the lack of people being around this area. Les parks the truck and gets out. Before Aeron or Leo could get out, Les was gone. Aeron screams at him, before he takes off after him. When Aeron rounds the corner, he sees his worse nightmare, Crawlers were packed in the streets. Les stood in the middle of the street, in fear. Aeron walks up to him, and tries to get him to come back, but he says he has to do this. Aeron reminds him of the deal, as Leo makes his way to them. Les lowers his head, but then pushes him and runs into the horde. Aeron screams and tries to chase him, but Leo stops him.   


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