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"Dammit Gramps...." Zakary didnt know what his Grandfather was up to, but he was sure it wasnt something good.
Well, that was to say that his grandfather actually was human. Which Zak was almost positive he wasnt.
Still, being told to stay at the mall without anything, just after he turned 18, was a stretch of sanity even for his grandfather....
After knowing D so long, Zak could smell the impending doom, and he doubted his grandfather was going to save his a** this time.
Zak wandered the mall for hours. The shops were all familiar, he'd worked at several over various summers and shopped at others for his mother and father. As he walked through the mall, and his memories, he began to notice the number of people markedly dropping. Strange, but not uncommon, he wondered why it had caught his attention.
A scuttling noise sounded above him, and a shiver went down his spine- everything looked a bit... off. Just slightly off center.
Wait... no one is manning any of the stores...
At that moment, his Grandfather's training saved his life. Sensing movement above him, he dove forward, barely missing a giant Spider's fangs.
"HOLY ******** s**t!" This thing... it could easily feed on Dinosaurs like fleas.
Zakary knew that his Grandfather must have seen this coming. One, because without the training he'd gone through all his life, he'd've been an easy snack. Two, because his grandfather, despite loving his grandson like a son he never had, was a d**k of the highest order.
Zak had severe arachnophobia, caused by a tarantula named Harry, that his grandfather owned. Harry, the spider that had done very little wrong other than be in the wrong place at the wrong time, had then on been forced to deal with a four year old's increasingly bizarre attempts on the arachnid's life.
"Im gonna need a bigger vacuum." Zak whispered, staring at the titan of spiders before his eyes.
Instead of being an easy snack, Zak had a feeling that he was going to die painfully slow.
 Azzy Rael · Wed Sep 22, 2010 @ 03:50am · 0 Comments |
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