The fiction no one wanted

THE MISSIONARY – Chapter 7 – part 2

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Brad smirked as he entered. He walked into the first room on the left of the central corridor. The bedroom looked typical enough with two of everything, indicating a double domicile. Every now and again as they traversed the length of the hallway, they caught sight of an open door.

In one, Lisa noted a skeleton sprawled on the floor beside the bed. It had the same curious metal bands on the hands and feet as Brad’s remains.

Teyata pushed past him for the door at the opposite end of the corridor. It widened, revealing another similar area of the compound. Looking both ways and crouching by the side of an overgrown hedge, she gestured for Brad to follow.

“Wait,” she whispered.

Brad smelt it too, a scent similar to that of a wet dog. He flattened himself on the ground and parted the hedge enough to give him a view ahead, as Teyata’s temple pressed against his.

In a park across the street, a shaggy animal the size of a pygmy hippopotamus angled its horns down to dig away at the ground. Twice, it butted the earth so hard it made Brad wince. It suddenly stopped, angling it’s head up, snorting loudly. Brad froze, wondering if it had detected him, then just as suddenly, it went back to its goring and pounding at the ground.

“It’s a bullwom,” whispered Teyata.

Brad laid on his back. He could only assume it was a merge mutation of bull and wombat.

“Do we go around?”

“Yeah, we’ve got to go over there.”

Brad followed her pointing finger, able to make out the top of a tall, narrow brick building above the hedge. Teyata led the way around the hedge using a combination of natural and man-made cover to circumvent the beast in a wide berth. They came to the sliding glass doors of the entrance to the building without incident. It had a plaque affixed to the outside wall- 2nd SAS unit hospital. 

When Brad noticed Teyata’s more relaxed manner, he walked inside without apprehension. The small reception area seemed devoid of patients. Behind the front desk a skeleton had collapsed, wearing white leather shoes and the remnants of a white dress. Teyata snatched up the swipe card beside the skeleton and slid it through the reader by the lift doors to one side of the desk.

Brad took the card from her, curious as to the identity of its owner. A pretty young blonde haired woman in nurse’s uniform smiled at him from the small pictured square. He resisted the urge to say “thank you” as the lift door opened.

“Come on, Come on,” blurted Teyata, rushing inside.

He stepped inside the small lift as Teyata pressed one of two buttons, marked ORThe other said GF, no doubt meaning ground floor, making him only guess at the other button. Doors closed, the lift jolted. Brad’s legs didn’t feel heavier, informing him that the lift descended.


Although slow, it went down for the better part of two minutes.

How deep does this thing go? 

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Author: mickdawson

I am a writer who never suffers from writer's block. My work is original in concept, thus telling me in both instances that God has gifted me. It is my hope that my work moves others. That those who read, might walk the lonely miles with the heroes; that they laugh and cry with them, and are also warmed by love. But there is also a greater hope. That those who read my work, see God's word in the adventures. More specifically that they find Jesus in the many pages and accept His free gift of salvation, already paid for on the cross.

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