Taken Over (Book 2 The Ravening Series) (12 page)

   Bret rose slowly to his feet, his forehead furrowed in confusion. I had thought that Jenna was sleeping, but one of her eyes popped open to stare at the two of us.
Lloyd had been standing guard fifty feet away, but he came closer as he heard our words.
“What do you mean?”
Bret inquired.

   H
orror flowed through me
as I stared at the empty street
.
“There’s nothing there. Every other street we’ve come across, in
every
other town
,
has had something left behind. Bicycles, shoes, hell we’ve even come across shirts and pants
, socks and underwear
. There have been wallets, money, and change. There have been toupees and wigs; there
’s
even been
a set of
dentures.” That had been exceptionally gross and unnerving.
“But there is nothing out
there
. There isn’t one damn thing on those streets except for
debris
from the buildings.”

   They were silent beside me, and then Lloyd let out a hissing breath. “You’re right.”

   “But what does that mean?” Jenna asked tremulously.

  
I
shook my head; I had no answer
for that question. “They’re cleaning it up.”

   We all turned slowly toward Lloyd, nearly identical incredulous looks on our faces. Lloyd’s mouth was slack, his eyes wide as he gazed at the empty street in
dismay.
“Excuse me?” I asked quietly.

   “They’
v
e cleaned the town up
;
rid it of the debris left behind
by us
. Cleaning it so that they can…”

   “So they can what?” Bret’s question hung heavy in the air
as Lloyd’s voice trailed off
.

  
“So they can move in,” I suggested. I had only meant it to be a
lame
joke, but I felt trapped beneath their horrified gazes as they swung slowly toward me. “Oh crap, you don’t think that’s it, do you?”

   “What else could it be?” Jenna wondered. “Why the hell else would they bother to come back and sweep the streets clean of all
p
ossessions.
They don’t need the money, I doubt they want the wigs, and I’m certain they aren’t looking for dentures.
We had all kind of assumed that they would just leave after they collected and killed as many of us as possible. What if they actually plan on staying after?”

   I recoiled from the thought, trying hard not to give way to the panic beginning to thrum through my veins. I hadn’t even considered the possibility that they might stay behind after they were done destroying us. They had rarely come to earth
,
even when they had been pretending peace; I hadn’t thought that they would consider staying
now
. They had seemed to openly disdain our planet, and it was more than obvious they only
wanted us for
our blood.
They had spent little time here before all of this, but maybe that was only because of the fact that earth had possessed us repellent human beings as residents. Maybe they would like our planet a lot more now that it had been mostly expunged of our disgusting presences. 

   Bret cursed loudly as he paced away. He ran a hand anxiously through his disordered hair as he cursed violently again
. “I always thought they hated it here,” Jenna said.

   “There is another possibility,” L
loyd
said softly. Our attention focused sharply on him as we waited breathlessly for any other explanation than the one
I
had offered. “It is possible that they cleaned the streets because they are using Plymouth as some sort of base for the area. It’s
a
large
town
,
and it’s on one of the main routes to Boston from the Cape and surrounding areas.
If people are looking to flee the Cape, and surrounding areas, many of them will come through here.
”

   It took everything I had to keep on standing
;
I did need a pine tree to lean against though as I felt my legs begin to shake.
“They wouldn’t want any human things littering the street, reminding them of our pathetic existence.” I was really beginning to wish that Lloyd would stop speaking. If he was right then we had just walked right out of the f
rying
pan
and into the fire
. If he was right, then not only was our mission going to fail, but there was a good chance we might not escape from here.
“This could be the lion’s den.”

   Yep,
I wanted him to stop speaking.
But I sensed he
might be
right. Sensed that they
did
intend to use Plymouth as a base
,
or
perhaps
some
kind of
storage area. It seemed far more feasible than the idea that the aliens might
actually
want
to
take up residence on our planet when all of this was over.

   “I’m sorry,” Jenna whispered.

   I swallowed heavily. “It’s not your fault,” I told her. “
There was no way any of us
could ha
ve known
.”
  

   I waited for Lloyd to say I told you so, but to his credit
,
he didn
’
t. He strode away from us
to
consult the GPS again. “Still nothing,” he muttered, holding it up as he walked through the woods.

  
I studied the street, the woods, and the surrounding area. “I don’t think they’re around.
T
hey
m
ight
intend to move in
,
but
I don’t
think
they
’
re here now.”

   Lloyd turned in another direction, stalking deeper into the woods.
“Why?” Jenna asked quietly.

   I pointed to the seagulls and heron sitting upon the railings of a boat dock. A few gulls were circling high up in the sky, and a stray dog had appeared at the end of the road. It sniffed at
one of the piles of rubble
in search of some much needed food for its emaciated frame.
Within the trees
the squirrels, chipmunks, sparrows, blue jays, and robins continued to move about.
“The animals always go silent when they
’
re near. They’re just as afraid of the aliens
,
and their creatures
,
as we are.”

   Lloyd stopped pacing to rejoin us. His eyes were narrowed as he studied the woods, the docks, and then the street. “We have to go now,” he said briskly.

   “What?” Jenna demanded. “Are you crazy!?”

   “Bethany’s right.” He clipped the GPS onto his buckle and pulled
the
rifle from his back.
“They aren’t here right now, the animals would know. We can’t say the same thing in another hour
,
or even another half an hour. We need to move now, and we need to move fast.”

   “Hell,” Bret breathed.

   “It’s still light out,” Jenna said softly.

   “It’s our best chance,” Lloyd
replied
hurriedly. “
W
e have to move
now
when we know they’re not here
.”

   “Oh crap,” I muttered. “Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap.”

   “Exactly
.
S
tay low and move fast. Keep an eye out for anything unusual, and especially watch the animals. Let’s move.”

   I took a deep breath as I fought against t
he fear trying to take me over.
It was now or never, and if we didn’t go now, there may very well be a never.
Panic clawed at me, I gathered every ounce of courage I had, tightened my grip on my rifle and took a deep breath to steady my nerves. 

  
I fell in behind Lloyd, with Jenna close on my heels
and Bret behind her
.
We moved swiftly
into the open
, spooking a few of the birds as we emerged from the woods. The sound of their startled flight caused me to wince involuntarily. I held my breath in preparation for some kind of attack, but as we reached the shadowy safety of the first building I inhaled a ragged, somewhat relieved breath.

   We had made it further than I
’
d expected in broad daylight, but there was still a long way to go. My heart hammered painfully, even in the cool September air I was beginning to sweat profusely. I wiped my forehead with the back of my arm, trying hard to control my shaking
as Lloyd slipped from the alley.

   We moved swiftly down three empty storefronts before Lloyd disappeared
into one of the open doorways.
I was
breathing heavily
as I leaned against the wall inside the building. My eyes scanned over the
bar, the stools, and the large glass mirror that highlighted the bottles lining the shelves. I stared at those bottles, amazed that they were still in one piece upon the shelv
es, and
s
till
so
perfectly aligned. There w
ere stools tossed aside, restaurant
tables upended and splintered
in
to pieces. There were even spots of blood marring the dark wood floors, and scratch ticket machine in the corner. The cash register was on the floor, the money had spilled from it
and was scattered around
the wooden floor
before the bar
.
No one had touched the money; I did not go for it now. What was the point?

  
Even with all the destruction and obvious death,
those damn bottles were
still
completely perfect.
It was unnerving.

  
Lloyd broke away, skirting around the chairs and broken tables
as he
stalk
ed
behind the bar. He studied the shelves for a mom
ent before pulling a
nearly full
bottle of Crown R
oyal down. “What are you doing?” Bret hissed as Lloyd slipped it into his backpack.