“What do you make of this one?” Roger asked. He nudged the body with his foot.
I leant over and looked into the girl’s glassy eyes. “The wounds are unmistakeable, it’s them,” I said.
Roger sighed and dragged the body through the sand. He pulled her up and over his shoulder, and asked “What are we on now?”
I flicked through my note book and scribbled down the name we found on her licence. “She’s the sixth,” I said.
“That we know of,” Roger added.
We walked to the car and Roger tossed her into the bloodstained boot. He wiped his brow and got into driver’s seat.
I rested my head back and closed my eyes. We had been collecting bodies for the past three weeks. With each new girl we found, the longer and harder the storms would rage.
“I don’t know how many more I can bury,” Roger said. “How do we stop them?”
“We reanimate her,” I said. “If that doesn’t bring them out nothing will.” I sat forward and looked across to Roger, “Let’s not waste any more time.”
He turned on the engine and we made our way to the bunker.
The girl looked peaceful. Once we had covered up her wounds you could have mistaken her for sleeping. Soon she would be awake again, and hopefully her scent would bring them to us.
I placed my hands on her chest and took a deep breath. Roger put his hands over mine and whispered a prayer.
“If you feel it slipping, stop,” he said.
“I’m bringing her back. If anything happens to me, you know what to do.”
“This isn’t worth your life,” he said. He pulled my hands away from her body. “We will find another way, I won’t lose you.”
“It’s the only option we have left. We brought them into this world, Roger, and I will die taking them out.”
There’s nothing better than a speed write to get the creative mind spinning. Who knew a daily prompt could create a world ending species? I’ll definitely be working with the Notorious again in the future, this was a fun one to write. Thanks for reading!