Willie's ice house katy
No contact, I hurt. I am sure she is not wanting to be with me anymore.
2023.06.09 23:09 001A002B No contact, I hurt. I am sure she is not wanting to be with me anymore.
I'm (48M) a mess, 2/3 weeks out from having ice cream bought for me, then dumped. We've known each other about a year, but she was fun.
First mistake was saying I think I love her, like 6 months into the relationship. Fuck, I don't know if I've said it first before, but she is so different than anyone else. I likely was infatuated by her outgoingness and cuddly nature.
Second mistake, I went on holidays with friends without her. I made a promise to them, and wanted to keep it. I talked about bringing her, but the group said no, and we had all the tickets and rooms figured. I was in a room with a female friend, and I do not cheat, so nothing happened. I think my former SO knew and trusted, but the SO had been cheated on as well as I in the past. That stuff doesn't go away easily.
The final mistake (so far), was I know I messed up when I went to her house to give her a hug that I felt she needed from a family situation. I went to her place, knocked on the door, no answer, so I opened the door and said her name a couple times, but she didn't hear me immediately, and me standing in her back entrance freaked her out. I apologized, she stated she accepted. Then she told me she hadn't slept in a week after, that she felt violated.
Then the ice cream dumping, she brought up the violated feeling again, asked what my future was, then basically said she does not have time to be a girl friend with everything going on.
I'm forcing no contact as best I can. I have messaged twice in the last couple weeks, I am concerned of her family and friends who are going through a lot of health shit. However, I know I need way more time to not be hurt. I also have stuff of hers that I have packed and am ready for her, and I want a couple of my things back.
I am doing my best to leave it be. Get some air, good food and exercise. But I am anxious and need to vent whatever way I can. Thankfully I have some friends I can talk to, but I always feel like I deal with all my stuff on my own. Old, bad habits die hard.
Happy friday!
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First mistake was saying I think I love her, like 6 months into the relationship. Fuck, I don't know if I've said it first before, but she is so different than anyone else. I likely was infatuated by her outgoingness and cuddly nature.
Second mistake, I went on holidays with friends without her. I made a promise to them, and wanted to keep it. I talked about bringing her, but the group said no, and we had all the tickets and rooms figured. I was in a room with a female friend, and I do not cheat, so nothing happened. I think my former SO knew and trusted, but the SO had been cheated on as well as I in the past. That stuff doesn't go away easily.
The final mistake (so far), was I know I messed up when I went to her house to give her a hug that I felt she needed from a family situation. I went to her place, knocked on the door, no answer, so I opened the door and said her name a couple times, but she didn't hear me immediately, and me standing in her back entrance freaked her out. I apologized, she stated she accepted. Then she told me she hadn't slept in a week after, that she felt violated.
Then the ice cream dumping, she brought up the violated feeling again, asked what my future was, then basically said she does not have time to be a girl friend with everything going on.
I'm forcing no contact as best I can. I have messaged twice in the last couple weeks, I am concerned of her family and friends who are going through a lot of health shit. However, I know I need way more time to not be hurt. I also have stuff of hers that I have packed and am ready for her, and I want a couple of my things back.
I am doing my best to leave it be. Get some air, good food and exercise. But I am anxious and need to vent whatever way I can. Thankfully I have some friends I can talk to, but I always feel like I deal with all my stuff on my own. Old, bad habits die hard.
Happy friday!
2023.06.09 23:08 Pelican_meat Refrigerator Delivery. Installers said they were unable to hook up the line for the ice maker.
Just bought a house (my first, last week) as in the title, I had a refrigerator delivers today.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t there (my partner’s mom was), and the delivery/installation people from Lowe’s said they were unable to install the ice machine.
They said something about not being able to work on copper pipe. Needing an adapter. Exact quote:
“The part for the ice maker is copper and needs an adapter that a plumber will have to install. The movers aren’t allowed to do any hookups with copper pipes.”
So, I’m wondering what’s going on. Here’s a link to the part (I thought) hooked up to the refrigerator: https://imgur.com/a/qGH5Z
What exactly is that part? What were these people talking about? Why do I need a plumber for something so simple? Is it because this in an older style not common on new refrigerators?
I’m very confused. I know next to nothing about this, and any information here will be helpful as I decide what to do going forward.
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Unfortunately, I wasn’t there (my partner’s mom was), and the delivery/installation people from Lowe’s said they were unable to install the ice machine.
They said something about not being able to work on copper pipe. Needing an adapter. Exact quote:
“The part for the ice maker is copper and needs an adapter that a plumber will have to install. The movers aren’t allowed to do any hookups with copper pipes.”
So, I’m wondering what’s going on. Here’s a link to the part (I thought) hooked up to the refrigerator: https://imgur.com/a/qGH5Z
What exactly is that part? What were these people talking about? Why do I need a plumber for something so simple? Is it because this in an older style not common on new refrigerators?
I’m very confused. I know next to nothing about this, and any information here will be helpful as I decide what to do going forward.
2023.06.09 22:47 deeptechsharing Sebastien Leger Blazing Kiss EP Charts
Genre: Melodic House & Techno, Organic House / Downtempo, Progressive House Release Date: 2023-06-09
DOWNLOAD in 320kbps: https://sharing-db.club/djs-chart/437706_sebastien-leger-blazing-kiss-ep-charts/
Tracklist: 1. Sébastien Léger – KissShower (Original Mix) (7:56) 2. Sébastien Léger – Blazing Ice (Original Mix) (10:05) 3. Raw Main – Citadelle (Original Mix) (7:24) 4. Mike Griego – Desert’s Bane (Original Mix) (7:12) 5. Dominik Eulberg – Schwarzhalstaucher (Aera Remix) (5:09) 6. Ivory (IT) – Sea Creatures (Original Mix) (7:00) 7. Jelle van Leeuwen, Hedwig – Lost (Original Mix) (6:02) 8. Blanka Barbara – Celestial Trail (Funksun Remix) (8:00) 9. Kabi (AR) – Just a Matter of Time (Original Mix) (8:46) 10. Sudhaus, The Wash – Spectron (Jamie Stevens Remix) (7:21)
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DOWNLOAD in 320kbps: https://sharing-db.club/djs-chart/437706_sebastien-leger-blazing-kiss-ep-charts/
Tracklist: 1. Sébastien Léger – KissShower (Original Mix) (7:56) 2. Sébastien Léger – Blazing Ice (Original Mix) (10:05) 3. Raw Main – Citadelle (Original Mix) (7:24) 4. Mike Griego – Desert’s Bane (Original Mix) (7:12) 5. Dominik Eulberg – Schwarzhalstaucher (Aera Remix) (5:09) 6. Ivory (IT) – Sea Creatures (Original Mix) (7:00) 7. Jelle van Leeuwen, Hedwig – Lost (Original Mix) (6:02) 8. Blanka Barbara – Celestial Trail (Funksun Remix) (8:00) 9. Kabi (AR) – Just a Matter of Time (Original Mix) (8:46) 10. Sudhaus, The Wash – Spectron (Jamie Stevens Remix) (7:21)
2023.06.09 22:21 Xtreemenature101 Wale wa sinanga business idea
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2023.06.09 22:10 Tyson_NW Looking for an indoor air quality sensor for a new house.
I am looking for an indoor air quality sensor for a new house. It needs to detect CO2, volatiles, and particulates. Anything else is icing. If there isn't a device that does all three I can do two devices if needed. I am probably going to go with the Hubitat Elevation as my matter hub. I will have the walls down, so if necessary I can run low voltage cables or PoE to the device. I would prefer not to have it run on battery, but if that is the best option I can go with it.
Does anyone have any experience with devices that would meet my needs? Or am I going to have to go with a standalone device?
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Does anyone have any experience with devices that would meet my needs? Or am I going to have to go with a standalone device?
2023.06.09 22:09 Sheldy13 Winning the battle
A little over 6 months ago I had my third PF flare up in my life. I'm a 56 year old runner that dreams of running 100 mile races, but in the past few years every time I am able to build up to about 15 miles for a training run I get a new injury and this time it was PF.
I am a science guy, so if a therapy isn't backed by scientific clinical evidence I am not very interested. First thing I did was sleep with a PF boot. The immediately knocks out most of the pain for me, especially in the morning. It sucks to wear at night, but it works.
I religiously did the calf raises and I got a Elgin Archxerciser Foot Exerciser and did both every other day. Once my foot got better I started skipping rope once a week, starting at just 30 seconds and working up the time. I am at 4 minutes now (google: skipping rope study)
After 2 months of my foot not getting better I stopped all exercise (no walking or stationary bike) and I did yoga for a month. This helped my foot calm down a lot.
My flare up happened after I started wearing new running shoes. I have toyed with running barefoot in the past so I finally decided since I was going to have to start all over again with my running I decided to go full barefoot this time. I already tended to be barefoot around the house, but now I only wear shoes if I leave the house, but not for running. (I got a pare of barefoot shoes for running)
Since May I have been slowly increasing my run, from about 40 feet to as of this past Thursday 1 mile. I have had very little pain the past week and a half and I am pretty confident that as long as I slowly increase my mileage I will have permanently beat PF.
Note: things I did not do this time: No pain relievers. no foot rolling, no shoe inserts, no toe spreaders, no ice, no compression socks, and definitely no injections or surgery.
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I am a science guy, so if a therapy isn't backed by scientific clinical evidence I am not very interested. First thing I did was sleep with a PF boot. The immediately knocks out most of the pain for me, especially in the morning. It sucks to wear at night, but it works.
I religiously did the calf raises and I got a Elgin Archxerciser Foot Exerciser and did both every other day. Once my foot got better I started skipping rope once a week, starting at just 30 seconds and working up the time. I am at 4 minutes now (google: skipping rope study)
After 2 months of my foot not getting better I stopped all exercise (no walking or stationary bike) and I did yoga for a month. This helped my foot calm down a lot.
My flare up happened after I started wearing new running shoes. I have toyed with running barefoot in the past so I finally decided since I was going to have to start all over again with my running I decided to go full barefoot this time. I already tended to be barefoot around the house, but now I only wear shoes if I leave the house, but not for running. (I got a pare of barefoot shoes for running)
Since May I have been slowly increasing my run, from about 40 feet to as of this past Thursday 1 mile. I have had very little pain the past week and a half and I am pretty confident that as long as I slowly increase my mileage I will have permanently beat PF.
Note: things I did not do this time: No pain relievers. no foot rolling, no shoe inserts, no toe spreaders, no ice, no compression socks, and definitely no injections or surgery.
2023.06.09 22:02 HelloSluggo Recommendations for a new PWS with better WIFI connectivity
I've had a La Crosse station for around 5 years and never had an issue with connectivity until Spectrum "upgraded" my router to one that doesn't allow 5.0 ghz to be disabled, so it's been a real hassle keeping it connected.
Back in February, we had an ice storm that I thought (at first) had permanently damaged the wind/rain sensor, when falling tree limbs knocked it off the top of my house and crashed it on the concrete patio... but after tinkering around with it, I was able to reset it and get it up and running again. This time I had way more issues trying to get it to connect (thanks again, Speculum) , so I called La Crosse support and got someone who tried to help me get it back online. After nearly an hour on the phone, I was told that because of the 5.0 ghz issue I should "keep trying and it will eventually connect." I mentioned that I'd upgrade to a new station if they could make it worth my while, and was told that they would send me a 30% off coupon code to use if I decided to buy a new station. Pretty fair deal, I thought, so I hung up and waited for the coupon code to come via email while I continued messing with the old unit... The code never came (kept an eye on spam, etc), but eventually I did get it to reconnect, so I blew it off.
Fast forward a couple of months and the station has gone dark again, this time it won't even go into wifi connect mode after all recommended resets. So I reached out to La Crosse again, this time via their customer service form online.
It's been weeks since then and they've never replied, so I think I'm pretty much done with them. I'm looking at an Ambient Weather unit, but I wanted to ask here if there is one brand that stands out in terms of easy wifi connectivity over the others.
I'll bet it won't be La Crosse. The Internet is full of much hate for their lax wifi capability, it seems.
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Back in February, we had an ice storm that I thought (at first) had permanently damaged the wind/rain sensor, when falling tree limbs knocked it off the top of my house and crashed it on the concrete patio... but after tinkering around with it, I was able to reset it and get it up and running again. This time I had way more issues trying to get it to connect (thanks again, Speculum) , so I called La Crosse support and got someone who tried to help me get it back online. After nearly an hour on the phone, I was told that because of the 5.0 ghz issue I should "keep trying and it will eventually connect." I mentioned that I'd upgrade to a new station if they could make it worth my while, and was told that they would send me a 30% off coupon code to use if I decided to buy a new station. Pretty fair deal, I thought, so I hung up and waited for the coupon code to come via email while I continued messing with the old unit... The code never came (kept an eye on spam, etc), but eventually I did get it to reconnect, so I blew it off.
Fast forward a couple of months and the station has gone dark again, this time it won't even go into wifi connect mode after all recommended resets. So I reached out to La Crosse again, this time via their customer service form online.
It's been weeks since then and they've never replied, so I think I'm pretty much done with them. I'm looking at an Ambient Weather unit, but I wanted to ask here if there is one brand that stands out in terms of easy wifi connectivity over the others.
I'll bet it won't be La Crosse. The Internet is full of much hate for their lax wifi capability, it seems.
2023.06.09 22:00 Liliviolet2003 My childhood home was evil.
Hey, long time lurker, first time poster. I've spent countless hours listening to the stories other people come to share here and every time I hear the "share your own story" line that most videos end with I always think about my childhood home. I've been hesitant to share this story as It honestly fills me with fear even thinking back on it. But anyway, here is the story of my childhood that we now realise was evil.
My name is Lili (Lily) and I was the joint youngest of 5 children. My twin brother Daniel, my older brother Blake and my two older sisters, Annaliese and Katie. This story all begins with our childhood home located in Wales, United Kingdom.
For as long as I could remember our house always felt off. Let me just say, I still don't even know If I fully believe in the paranormal and I constantly try to explain these happenings away. But as I'm slowly starting to realise, some things really just cannot be explained away easily.
So the first occurrence that was told to me by my Nan actually happened to my Mum and Dad before me, Daniel, Annaliese and Blake were even born. Apparently my parents got into a huge argument and my Dad stormed off downstairs intending to sleep in the living room that night. My Mum who was equally as angry at this point too, went to their bedroom and turned out the lights to go to sleep.
It wasn't long before my Dad was awaken to my mother frantically screaming his name sounding terrified. My Dad, with the thinking that my Mum was just trying to agitate him, ignored her and continued to watch TV. A few moments later, My mother comes rushing down the stairs, clearly startled by something and pointed toward the roof, lost for words. My father then still quite angry said "What?" and it was only when he realised that something was seriously wrong as my mother, almost in tears said "Dean, there's a little girl by the wardrobe." My Dad, who has never believed in the paranormal and still doesn't to this day, gave my Mum a weird look. She talks him into coming up to their bedroom with her and still quite frantic, my Mum explained that when she had turned off the bedside lamp to go to sleep, she heard moving coming from the wardrobe, at first, she wasn't frightened as she assumed it was Katie, who was only 4 at the time, coming into the bedroom. My mum said "Katie?" out loud and waited for a response, assuming Katie was playing a prank as she was a playful child who did so quite often. After hearing no response back, my Mum turned to look at the wardrobe and saw what appeared to be a little girl stood by the wardrobe. It wasn't she got a proper look that she realised, the figure was far too tall to be her 4 year old daughter. That's when she screamed my Dad's name and turned on the bedside lamp and by then, the figure had disappeared.
My Dad told my Mum that she was quote "being stupid and it was probably her imagination" However, my Mum was adamant of what she saw. Also, my mother wasn't at the time a believer in the paranormal and to be honest, even now to this day, she's reluctant to admit something beyond this world exists. However, in attempt to calm her nerves my Mum went to Katie's bedroom only to see that my sister was indeed still asleep.
My own occurrence still isn't very clear to me and I'm hoping I might find some insight with the readers into what was actually happening to me here. Up until the age of about 9, I was sharing a bedroom with my twin brother. We had bunk beds and at one point, my brother refused to sleep on the top bunk anymore. When my Mum asked why, he told her that he quote "keeps getting pushed to the edge of the bunk." Confused, my mum asked him to explain what he meant. Angrily, my brother said "It keeps trying to push me off!" before bursting into tears.
Now something to note, my brother is autistic, it's very mild but my Mum put it down to just that and approached me asking me if I would switch beds with Daniel. Now, I'd always wanted to the top bunk and I put up no argument with her request and so me and my brother switched, he now had the bottom bunk and I had the top. It wasn't long before I started to experience strange things however.
In the beginning I would just find it slightly cold, despite it being summer and having a thick duvet. I brushed it off and ignored it, however I really just couldn't get warm no matter what. I continued to think nothing of it and just began wearing warmer pyjamas to bed. A few weeks into this, I was asleep and out of nowhere, I woke up just as I slammed into the floor and began to cry.
Now, my Mum tried to convince me that I had a nightmare and simply just "rolled" off the bunk, but I was adamant that wasn't the case as a few days before, I'd felt really uneasy and always seemed to "roll" near the edge of the bunk.
Now make of that what you will, but I think that my brother was telling the truth about something trying to push him off the bed and I think the same thing happened to me too.
I'm aware this post is getting incredibly long so I'm going to try and explain the last story as briefly as I can.
When I was 9, my parent's decided to switch us around in terms of bedrooms as obviously, a male and female shouldn't share a room up to a certain age in accordance with British Law. So, I moved into Katie's bedroom, Blake moved in with Daniel and Katie actually wanted to move in with Annaliese, so that's what the setup was now.
My sister's old bedroom was a box room, it was tiny. But, I was happy to have my own room and I really didn't mind. I can't remember much around this time but I do however remember that this is when I started to get absolutely awful reoccurring nightmares every single night.
The nightmare would always go the same. I would wake up, it was dark and (I know this is going to sound crazy but it's a dream) My mattress would begin to lift and i'd float downstairs, still on the mattress. It would lead me to the kitchen where we had an adjoining laundry room in the back. I would get off the mattress and on the wall next to the laundry room door, I would see the shadow of a woman. She was incredibly tall, seemed to have afro like hair and she would never actually speak to me but I would feel an overwhelming amount of fear and I try to run away only to find I couldn't move. My Mum would then wake me up as I was screaming and crying so loudly.
I would tell her about the nightmare, she would brush it off and that was that.
I continued to have this exact same nightmare every night until we eventually moved house when I was 11.
I'd really appreciate if anybody can give me any advice as to what was happening. My Nan, who has always been a firm believer as she has also had many experiences herself has always said that quote "that house is evil" and would explain how uneasy it made her feel.
There are still many more stories but I'll leave it here for now as this post is already super long.
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My name is Lili (Lily) and I was the joint youngest of 5 children. My twin brother Daniel, my older brother Blake and my two older sisters, Annaliese and Katie. This story all begins with our childhood home located in Wales, United Kingdom.
For as long as I could remember our house always felt off. Let me just say, I still don't even know If I fully believe in the paranormal and I constantly try to explain these happenings away. But as I'm slowly starting to realise, some things really just cannot be explained away easily.
So the first occurrence that was told to me by my Nan actually happened to my Mum and Dad before me, Daniel, Annaliese and Blake were even born. Apparently my parents got into a huge argument and my Dad stormed off downstairs intending to sleep in the living room that night. My Mum who was equally as angry at this point too, went to their bedroom and turned out the lights to go to sleep.
It wasn't long before my Dad was awaken to my mother frantically screaming his name sounding terrified. My Dad, with the thinking that my Mum was just trying to agitate him, ignored her and continued to watch TV. A few moments later, My mother comes rushing down the stairs, clearly startled by something and pointed toward the roof, lost for words. My father then still quite angry said "What?" and it was only when he realised that something was seriously wrong as my mother, almost in tears said "Dean, there's a little girl by the wardrobe." My Dad, who has never believed in the paranormal and still doesn't to this day, gave my Mum a weird look. She talks him into coming up to their bedroom with her and still quite frantic, my Mum explained that when she had turned off the bedside lamp to go to sleep, she heard moving coming from the wardrobe, at first, she wasn't frightened as she assumed it was Katie, who was only 4 at the time, coming into the bedroom. My mum said "Katie?" out loud and waited for a response, assuming Katie was playing a prank as she was a playful child who did so quite often. After hearing no response back, my Mum turned to look at the wardrobe and saw what appeared to be a little girl stood by the wardrobe. It wasn't she got a proper look that she realised, the figure was far too tall to be her 4 year old daughter. That's when she screamed my Dad's name and turned on the bedside lamp and by then, the figure had disappeared.
My Dad told my Mum that she was quote "being stupid and it was probably her imagination" However, my Mum was adamant of what she saw. Also, my mother wasn't at the time a believer in the paranormal and to be honest, even now to this day, she's reluctant to admit something beyond this world exists. However, in attempt to calm her nerves my Mum went to Katie's bedroom only to see that my sister was indeed still asleep.
My own occurrence still isn't very clear to me and I'm hoping I might find some insight with the readers into what was actually happening to me here. Up until the age of about 9, I was sharing a bedroom with my twin brother. We had bunk beds and at one point, my brother refused to sleep on the top bunk anymore. When my Mum asked why, he told her that he quote "keeps getting pushed to the edge of the bunk." Confused, my mum asked him to explain what he meant. Angrily, my brother said "It keeps trying to push me off!" before bursting into tears.
Now something to note, my brother is autistic, it's very mild but my Mum put it down to just that and approached me asking me if I would switch beds with Daniel. Now, I'd always wanted to the top bunk and I put up no argument with her request and so me and my brother switched, he now had the bottom bunk and I had the top. It wasn't long before I started to experience strange things however.
In the beginning I would just find it slightly cold, despite it being summer and having a thick duvet. I brushed it off and ignored it, however I really just couldn't get warm no matter what. I continued to think nothing of it and just began wearing warmer pyjamas to bed. A few weeks into this, I was asleep and out of nowhere, I woke up just as I slammed into the floor and began to cry.
Now, my Mum tried to convince me that I had a nightmare and simply just "rolled" off the bunk, but I was adamant that wasn't the case as a few days before, I'd felt really uneasy and always seemed to "roll" near the edge of the bunk.
Now make of that what you will, but I think that my brother was telling the truth about something trying to push him off the bed and I think the same thing happened to me too.
I'm aware this post is getting incredibly long so I'm going to try and explain the last story as briefly as I can.
When I was 9, my parent's decided to switch us around in terms of bedrooms as obviously, a male and female shouldn't share a room up to a certain age in accordance with British Law. So, I moved into Katie's bedroom, Blake moved in with Daniel and Katie actually wanted to move in with Annaliese, so that's what the setup was now.
My sister's old bedroom was a box room, it was tiny. But, I was happy to have my own room and I really didn't mind. I can't remember much around this time but I do however remember that this is when I started to get absolutely awful reoccurring nightmares every single night.
The nightmare would always go the same. I would wake up, it was dark and (I know this is going to sound crazy but it's a dream) My mattress would begin to lift and i'd float downstairs, still on the mattress. It would lead me to the kitchen where we had an adjoining laundry room in the back. I would get off the mattress and on the wall next to the laundry room door, I would see the shadow of a woman. She was incredibly tall, seemed to have afro like hair and she would never actually speak to me but I would feel an overwhelming amount of fear and I try to run away only to find I couldn't move. My Mum would then wake me up as I was screaming and crying so loudly.
I would tell her about the nightmare, she would brush it off and that was that.
I continued to have this exact same nightmare every night until we eventually moved house when I was 11.
I'd really appreciate if anybody can give me any advice as to what was happening. My Nan, who has always been a firm believer as she has also had many experiences herself has always said that quote "that house is evil" and would explain how uneasy it made her feel.
There are still many more stories but I'll leave it here for now as this post is already super long.
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2023.06.09 21:29 DropWatcher Metro Boomin's 'Across The Spider-Verse' OST sells 60K, Moneybagg Yo's 'Hard To Love' sells 50K, Toosii's 'Naujour' sells 26K
| Rank | Artist | Album | Label | Pure Sales | Track Sales | Streaming Sales | TOTAL SALES |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Agust D | D-DAY | BigHit/Geffen | 118,389 | 5,560 | 12,961 | 136,910 |
| 2 | Lil Durk | Almost Healed | Alamo | 2,388 | 1,119 | 120,618 | 124,125 |
| 3 | NF | HOPE | Virgin | 80,311 | 809 | 40,948 | 122,067 |
| 4 | KAROL G | MAÑANA SERÁ BONITO | UMG | 10,293 | 1,244 | 79,941 | 91,478 |
| 5 | Tyler the Creator | The Estate Sale | Columbia | 10,353 | 600 | 59,433 | 70,385 |
| 6 | NBA Youngboy | Don't Try This At Home | Motown | 1,234 | 500 | 60,302 | 62,036 |
| 7 | Metro Boomin | Across The Spider-Verse OST | Republic | 3,079 | 665 | 56,619 | 60,363 |
| 8 | Trippie Redd | Mansion Musik | 10K/Capitol | 4,721 | 1,164 | 52,820 | 58,706 |
| 9 | Gorillaz | Cracker Island | Warner | 43,299 | 627 | 14,363 | 58,289 |
| 10 | Yeat | Aftërlyfe | Field Trip/Geffen | 262 | 69 | 53,814 | 54,145 |
| 11 | Kali Uchis | Red Moon In Venus | Geffen | 27,416 | 197 | 25,641 | 53,255 |
| 12 | NBA Youngboy | Richest Opp | Motown | 501 | 47 | 50,613 | 51,161 |
| 13 | Moneybagg Yo | Hard To Love | CMG/N-Less/Interscope | 2,452 | 285 | 47,318 | 50,055 |
| 14 | Linkin Park | Meteora (20th Anniversary) | Warner | 19,908 | 1,994 | 16,720 | 38,623 |
| 15 | Don Toliver | Love Sick | Cactus Jack/Atlantic | 804 | 188 | 36,857 | 37,849 |
| 16 | Lil Yachty | Let's Start Here. | QC/Motown | 4,559 | 88 | 31,981 | 36,628 |
| 17 | Jack Harlow | Jackman. | Generation Now/Atlantic | 2,008 | 259 | 34,060 | 36,327 |
| 18 | Daniel Caesar | NEVER ENOUGH | Republic | 7,948 | 96 | 24,280 | 32,324 |
| 19 | NBA Youngboy | I Rest My Case | Motown | 1,184 | 796 | 28,131 | 30,112 |
| 20 | Destroy Lonely | if looks could kill | Opium/Interscope | 2,495 | 22 | 26,881 | 29,398 |
| 21 | Key Glock | Glockoma 2 | Paper Route/EMPIRE | 1,456 | 96 | 27,041 | 28,593 |
| 22 | Eladio Carrión | 3MEN2 KBRN | Rimas | 424 | 125 | 25,936 | 26,484 |
| 23 | Toosii | Naujour | South Coast/Capitol | 421 | 331 | 24,989 | 25,741 |
| 24 | Summer Walker | Clear 2: Soft Life EP | LVRN/Interscope | 3,036 | 98 | 21,910 | 25,044 |
| 25 | NLE Choppa | Cottonwood 2 | Warner | 1,573 | 234 | 22,496 | 24,303 |
| 26 | Kodak Black | Pistolz & Pearlz | Atlantic | 2,447 | 226 | 19,919 | 22,592 |
| 27 | Macklemore | BEN | Bendo | 13,843 | 554 | 7,589 | 21,985 |
| 28 | French Montana & DJ Drama | Coke Boys 6 | Coke Boys | 8,785 | 1,448 | 10,345 | 20,578 |
| 29 | Lil Wayne | I Am Music | YM/Republic | 855 | 159 | 19,261 | 20,275 |
| 30 | 6LACK | Since I Have a Lover | LVRN/Interscope | 2,526 | 139 | 17,544 | 20,210 |
| 31 | Yung Bleu | Love Scars II | EMPIRE | 11,993 | 79 | 7,829 | 19,902 |
| 32 | EST Gee | MAD | CMG/Warlike/Interscope | 1,673 | 418 | 16,988 | 19,079 |
| 33 | Larry June & The Alchemist | The Great Escape | EMPIRE | 2,882 | 484 | 15,322 | 18,688 |
| 34 | Rae Sremmurd | Sremm 4 Life | Interscope | 6,032 | 448 | 11,698 | 18,179 |
| 35 | Davido | Timeless | Columbia | 1,708 | 146 | 16,131 | 17,985 |
| 36 | Logic | College Park | BMG | 4,508 | 137 | 13,199 | 17,844 |
| 37 | Big Scarr | The Secret Weapon | Atlantic | 193 | 45 | 15,687 | 15,924 |
| 38 | Real Boston Richey | Public Housing, Pt. 2 | Open Shift | 464 | 25 | 14,588 | 15,077 |
| 39 | Ice Spice | Like..? | 10K/Capitol | 544 | 340 | 14,165 | 15,049 |
| 40 | $UICIDEBOY$ & Shakewell | SHAMELESS $UICIDE | G59 | 486 | 35 | 13,098 | 13,619 |
Q: Who is Agust D?
A: Agust D (also known as Suga) is a member of K-Pop boyband BTS.
Q: Deluxe's are on here? How does that work?
A: It's just the sales for the album in that week. Counts all the sales/streaming done including songs on original album in the week that the deluxe dropped. Technically not a first week but interesting to look at (to me) so they're included.
Q: Source?
A: http://hitsdailydouble.com/sales_plus_streaming
Q: How is this list sorted?
A: It's sorted by the total first-week sales
Q: What are pure sales?
A: Pure sales are purchases of the album (iTunes, Amazon, physicals, etc)
Q: What are track equivalent sales?
A: Track equivalent sales (or TEA/Track Equivalent Albums) is a term used to describe the sale of music downloads or singles. A track equivalent album is equal to 10 tracks, or 10 songs
Q: Where is X album?
A: Only albums that make the top 50 in sales+streaming for their debut week are counted
Q: Why do some albums show exact sales numbers while others do not?
A: The albums that do not show exact numbers are the ones that have had sales corrections from Billboard
Q: Where can I find last year's list?
A: 2022, 2021 list, 2020 list, 2019 list, 2018 list, 2017 list, 2016 list
2023.06.09 21:28 AdoredRed AITA if I called his 1st Sergeant even though we’re separating at the end of the year?
It basically is what it is, I was the one that said I’m ready to start separating when he gets back which won’t be till the end of the year. We agreed to being civil and respectful. It’s been a hell of a marriage and I’m just tired of the manipulative behavior and constantly picking his family over me and not to mention the controlling behavior. I’ve finally had enough and I just need time to get things together so I can move across the country back home.
Well the next few days I get notified that I’m no longer on the insurance policy for our cars and my phone will be disconnected in 12 days. Not to mention while he’s been gone I’ve been recovering from a hell of a fractured ankle and I’m supposed to be keeping up with maintenance of the house. Apparently I need to pay for our yard to be taken care of and I need to pay for everything else since he’s gone. We live on a base so most things are fine but the backyard is fucked and has been for 2 years since my responsibility was the house and his the yard. He only wants to pay for some of the dog’s expenses and told me if I move out before he gets back then I need to pack his things and put them in storage. Not to mention if I did that he’ll be pocketing the BAH and everything else he’s getting on his deployment. Financial I can not do everything on my own and my job does not pay that well to begin with. I want to call his 1st sergeant and ask for help since he wants to ice me out now. I find it funny how he wanted us to be a team but now wants me to move on and ice me out and pocket everything which he wouldn’t get much if he were single.
Maybe I’m stupid or maybe I want to be angry and it’s not the full story I just want to know AITA for calling and asking for help so I can move on peacefully. I tried to be helpful and kind but now I’m just done with it all.
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Well the next few days I get notified that I’m no longer on the insurance policy for our cars and my phone will be disconnected in 12 days. Not to mention while he’s been gone I’ve been recovering from a hell of a fractured ankle and I’m supposed to be keeping up with maintenance of the house. Apparently I need to pay for our yard to be taken care of and I need to pay for everything else since he’s gone. We live on a base so most things are fine but the backyard is fucked and has been for 2 years since my responsibility was the house and his the yard. He only wants to pay for some of the dog’s expenses and told me if I move out before he gets back then I need to pack his things and put them in storage. Not to mention if I did that he’ll be pocketing the BAH and everything else he’s getting on his deployment. Financial I can not do everything on my own and my job does not pay that well to begin with. I want to call his 1st sergeant and ask for help since he wants to ice me out now. I find it funny how he wanted us to be a team but now wants me to move on and ice me out and pocket everything which he wouldn’t get much if he were single.
Maybe I’m stupid or maybe I want to be angry and it’s not the full story I just want to know AITA for calling and asking for help so I can move on peacefully. I tried to be helpful and kind but now I’m just done with it all.
2023.06.09 21:23 Negative_Ring_5710 Does this count as a relapse?
I ate an extra bowl of pasta and had an icecream because the binge urges hit however i didnt have any more food in the house so i stopped and came to my senses. The pasta and ice cream did bring me up above my maintenence calories but i dont know if i should consider this a relapse and start over with my binge free counter or not
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2023.06.09 21:19 Local_Sprinkles_8574 Update About My Old Post
So I finished my first year of college with a 3.8 and we moved from the expensive apartment to the mobile home on a half acre that I bought. Katie and Diane had to move schools again but this was good for both of them as Katie kind of destroyed herself socially at her old school since my last post and was ready for a fresh start. Shes never had trouble making friends. She’s very extraverted and sociable. Diane’s new school is one of the best public schools in the area. I’ve always wanted to live in this area because of the schools and the close proximity to the town my family lives in and the town I work in. This move also put me directly in the center of the service area for clients so I am able to manage my caseload much easier and I am able to be home more often.
Katie isn’t doing much better in school but her behavior and attitude at home has much improved. Her therapy program is FINALLY going to start family therapy next week because they think she is finally ready for it.
I ended up taking a two month paid (THANK YOU WASHINGTON STATE!) family leave because her and I were both about to break and it was so helpful. After family leave, I’ve only been working my full time job for the most part. I work one shift every couple months at my other job to keep in good standing because it’s a good job.
My high school sweetheart and I reunited after 20 years and he moved in with us. My kids adore him. He helps around the house and connects with each of my kids in the ways they feel connection. He is also working so finances have been much easier. For the first time ever, I was able to drop $200 on carnival tickets!!!! He brings me coffee in bed every single morning and does so much to ease my stress. Katie sees this about him and I think it’s helping her feel more peace. I’m also happy that she will get to see an example of a healthy, loving relationship before she becomes an adult.
Since we have a yard, I was able to put our pool back up and Katie has been coming home after school with 1-5 teenagers to play in it. It makes my heart happy to see her surrounding by friends and smiling. She has been practicing aerial arts on our 12’ swingset as well.
Katie is at a place in therapy where she is starting to understand that she is in control of her outcome and that has helped her so much at home with accountability. My relationship with her is improving a lot and we are finding ways to connect. We live closer to my brother now too so she has been spending more time with her uncle.
Diane is coming out of her shell at school. She has some issues with anxiety (understandable) and I shared this with her teacher before she started. They arranged a time for us to come meet her classmates before starting and they all welcomed her with open arms. They were all so excited to meet her. Bullying isn’t an issue at this school at all which is a first in my 15 years of being a parent.
Our dog is super happy to have a half acre to run around on. He hasn’t had a single accident since we moved.
I’m still recovering from stress but I’m finding ways to do self care every day. I now have my own dirt to garden in instead of cramming 70 plants plants on an 8x10 balcony. This yard has so many medicinal plants so I’ve been saving and dehydrating them as a hobby. We even have a mature orchard with apples, plums, pears, and cherries!!! My boyfriends car has a roof rack so I am able to use my kayak again. I am finding a lot of joy in fixing up our little double wide. We bought a new washedryer and fridge (with an ice maker!!!) which made me feel good because I have never been able to do that. The previous owner left a bunch of tools and scrap wood/fencing so I found a good deal on a miter saw and have been making things like furniture and garden boxes. Another great thing about the move is that my best friend of 20 years lives a mile down the road!!!! It’s been like a happy reunion having her and my high school sweetheart around again.
To sum it up, we needed less financial stress and more connection with our loved ones. Because of my lack of time, none of us were getting that connection need met. We were so isolated and alone. Now we aren’t. Now things can get better.
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Katie isn’t doing much better in school but her behavior and attitude at home has much improved. Her therapy program is FINALLY going to start family therapy next week because they think she is finally ready for it.
I ended up taking a two month paid (THANK YOU WASHINGTON STATE!) family leave because her and I were both about to break and it was so helpful. After family leave, I’ve only been working my full time job for the most part. I work one shift every couple months at my other job to keep in good standing because it’s a good job.
My high school sweetheart and I reunited after 20 years and he moved in with us. My kids adore him. He helps around the house and connects with each of my kids in the ways they feel connection. He is also working so finances have been much easier. For the first time ever, I was able to drop $200 on carnival tickets!!!! He brings me coffee in bed every single morning and does so much to ease my stress. Katie sees this about him and I think it’s helping her feel more peace. I’m also happy that she will get to see an example of a healthy, loving relationship before she becomes an adult.
Since we have a yard, I was able to put our pool back up and Katie has been coming home after school with 1-5 teenagers to play in it. It makes my heart happy to see her surrounding by friends and smiling. She has been practicing aerial arts on our 12’ swingset as well.
Katie is at a place in therapy where she is starting to understand that she is in control of her outcome and that has helped her so much at home with accountability. My relationship with her is improving a lot and we are finding ways to connect. We live closer to my brother now too so she has been spending more time with her uncle.
Diane is coming out of her shell at school. She has some issues with anxiety (understandable) and I shared this with her teacher before she started. They arranged a time for us to come meet her classmates before starting and they all welcomed her with open arms. They were all so excited to meet her. Bullying isn’t an issue at this school at all which is a first in my 15 years of being a parent.
Our dog is super happy to have a half acre to run around on. He hasn’t had a single accident since we moved.
I’m still recovering from stress but I’m finding ways to do self care every day. I now have my own dirt to garden in instead of cramming 70 plants plants on an 8x10 balcony. This yard has so many medicinal plants so I’ve been saving and dehydrating them as a hobby. We even have a mature orchard with apples, plums, pears, and cherries!!! My boyfriends car has a roof rack so I am able to use my kayak again. I am finding a lot of joy in fixing up our little double wide. We bought a new washedryer and fridge (with an ice maker!!!) which made me feel good because I have never been able to do that. The previous owner left a bunch of tools and scrap wood/fencing so I found a good deal on a miter saw and have been making things like furniture and garden boxes. Another great thing about the move is that my best friend of 20 years lives a mile down the road!!!! It’s been like a happy reunion having her and my high school sweetheart around again.
To sum it up, we needed less financial stress and more connection with our loved ones. Because of my lack of time, none of us were getting that connection need met. We were so isolated and alone. Now we aren’t. Now things can get better.
2023.06.09 21:18 soniclexy For those who still live with their Nparent, do they ask you to do things constantly or interrupt you often?
As a freelancer, I have a lot of work to do during the day. My Nmom on average takes about 3-6 hours of my day asking me to do a whole leap of things whether it’s food, cleaning, other various house work or errands and I’m just generally getting up every 25 min - 1 hour. Then on top of that, feels that we don’t spend enough time together either outside or inside. Nmom, with all the things you’ve done to me, you have literally ZERO clue why I don’t even want to be around you. My Nmom is like a vampire, very draining. After sucking the life out of you, they still want more. I haven’t gone out of my way to really be around her or spend time with her because she’s such a chore and a selfish brat. Then the nice icing on the top is her condescending, narcissistic mentality and attitude.
I’ve become her 24hr maid and waitress service, child therapist for her love life, and lots more BS like using my credit to buy stuff with BNPL apps but then doesn’t want to pay them back—destroying my credit and financial status in the process. Always has a very annoyed and irritated attitude whenever I ask her to send me money for the biweekly payments. What makes this even funnier is that she tells all her friends what an amazing, great relationship we have and how “close” we are. Despite that the only one who’s really benefiting is her. I’ve become too tired some days to even do my own work. If we weren’t in such financial struggle, it would’ve been so much easier to leave. In part, the financial debt and struggle is actually caused by her irresponsible spending. We’ll be 3 months backed up on rent, but then she’ll want to order out from a restaurant for 5 days a week.
A lot of times when she calls me my name for the 18th time in the span of 1 hour and a half, I just wanna be like:
HOW ABOUT YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE
But alas, all that will do is set her off and she’ll just escalate the situation until it’s a literal hellscape in the house and then out of “revenge” and “vengeance”, she’ll do everything she can do to make my daily life more miserable and anxiety-inducing. Tell the whole Caribbean family how disrespectful and evil I am, so they can bully me into caving in. And then I’m left with nothing. So ladies and gentleman, because of this, all I can do is just bottle it up. Bottle it the fuck up. I am 23 and trying so hard to escape.
P.S. Yes I’m doing my earnest job to move out. I have been looking for a job since I graduated last year in CS but because the job market is so shit, it seems literally no one wants me or my SO. So for now, I’m a freelancer until I find something that I can actually get.
EDIT: I wanted to add that a lot of times for the past 6 years since 2018. I’ve always had to question if my mother really is a narcissist because she has a lot of her nice moments and maybe what she does “isn’t that bad”, compared to others. So I’ve been in this constant back and forth tug-o-war of if I’m just overreacting and I need to just deal with it and get over it. So a lot of I’m just unsure of if she is or she isn’t.
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I’ve become her 24hr maid and waitress service, child therapist for her love life, and lots more BS like using my credit to buy stuff with BNPL apps but then doesn’t want to pay them back—destroying my credit and financial status in the process. Always has a very annoyed and irritated attitude whenever I ask her to send me money for the biweekly payments. What makes this even funnier is that she tells all her friends what an amazing, great relationship we have and how “close” we are. Despite that the only one who’s really benefiting is her. I’ve become too tired some days to even do my own work. If we weren’t in such financial struggle, it would’ve been so much easier to leave. In part, the financial debt and struggle is actually caused by her irresponsible spending. We’ll be 3 months backed up on rent, but then she’ll want to order out from a restaurant for 5 days a week.
A lot of times when she calls me my name for the 18th time in the span of 1 hour and a half, I just wanna be like:
HOW ABOUT YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE
But alas, all that will do is set her off and she’ll just escalate the situation until it’s a literal hellscape in the house and then out of “revenge” and “vengeance”, she’ll do everything she can do to make my daily life more miserable and anxiety-inducing. Tell the whole Caribbean family how disrespectful and evil I am, so they can bully me into caving in. And then I’m left with nothing. So ladies and gentleman, because of this, all I can do is just bottle it up. Bottle it the fuck up. I am 23 and trying so hard to escape.
P.S. Yes I’m doing my earnest job to move out. I have been looking for a job since I graduated last year in CS but because the job market is so shit, it seems literally no one wants me or my SO. So for now, I’m a freelancer until I find something that I can actually get.
EDIT: I wanted to add that a lot of times for the past 6 years since 2018. I’ve always had to question if my mother really is a narcissist because she has a lot of her nice moments and maybe what she does “isn’t that bad”, compared to others. So I’ve been in this constant back and forth tug-o-war of if I’m just overreacting and I need to just deal with it and get over it. So a lot of I’m just unsure of if she is or she isn’t.
2023.06.09 21:11 One_Neighborhood2849 Poor dogs
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2023.06.09 20:55 vixisgoodenough Island is open!
Edit: closing for now; will reopen later. Check for a new post!
Alli the snooty alligator is in boxes. Lightly gifted!
Rudy is cooking carrot-tops curry & giving the recipe.
Freebies! Lots of freebies! No limit.
Feel free to explore, shop, and take fruits & veggies. There is a pipe at the entrance which will take you to Alli's or Rudy's house randomly as a shortcut.
Please only exit through the airport! Comment your favorite ice cream flavor for dodo code.
*Please let me know if you invite Alli to your island so I can update the post when she is no longer available.
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Alli the snooty alligator is in boxes. Lightly gifted!
Rudy is cooking carrot-tops curry & giving the recipe.
Freebies! Lots of freebies! No limit.
Feel free to explore, shop, and take fruits & veggies. There is a pipe at the entrance which will take you to Alli's or Rudy's house randomly as a shortcut.
Please only exit through the airport! Comment your favorite ice cream flavor for dodo code.
*Please let me know if you invite Alli to your island so I can update the post when she is no longer available.
2023.06.09 20:26 ShawnaLanne Fuck Rachel and Her PR Stunt: In Reply to Those Who Think We Should Show Compassion to RATCHET
It always amazes and infuriates me that the person who has had something done wrong to them is supposed to be magnanimous and think about the person who hurt them feelings'. Maybe when the new season comes out, if the fame chaser herself - Rachel is on it again I will be feeling forgiving to her. But despite the fact that she made herself sound groomed and abused by Scummy, she was a full-on gleeful participant in trying to destroy Ariana. I don't care if she was delusional because she had a sheltered childhood or was it being damaged by Beauty Pageants and not sheltered enough. Perhaps it is some unnamed neurological disorder (and god forbid she claims to be on the Spectrum) or some other mental health problem. Maybe it was all the drugs she and Scummy did together.
Or maybe, it's because she is at her core a shit person. Hear me out, she befriended Ariana, and according to her timeline, the day Ariana's dog who she'd had what almost 20 years died? She fucked Tom in the car in front of their house. Then, then the day of her grandma's funeral she fucked Scummy at their house in her bed.
But wait! There's more, she also gaslit her for a year, drew her out about her sex life with Scummy and tried to get her to talk badly about him and break up with him, went on to kiss the recently separated man of a cast mate after she AND her MOTHER begged her not to because that was a boundary Katie had put in place to remain friends with her Ex Tom Shartz.
But wait! There's more. She stayed with Scheana and Scheana's husband and baby for months, sleeping over, and doing everything with them when Scheana found out what she did and went off on her little miss butter won't melt in her mouth and lied and said Scheana attacked her and then served her with a restraining order. Of the half-hearted and self-serving apologies given at the reunion, she didn't give one to Scheana or Brock, who she also hurt.
If Rachel actually regretted her actions and was truly apologetic wouldn't she be apologizing to Scheana and Katie too? No, she just made the half-assed confession - where she was clearly still lying while crying crocodile tears to handle the worst of her PR blunders. Rachel can go f herself. She is awful. She doesn't get the pass of compassion at this point until she can actually show she has some for other people.
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Or maybe, it's because she is at her core a shit person. Hear me out, she befriended Ariana, and according to her timeline, the day Ariana's dog who she'd had what almost 20 years died? She fucked Tom in the car in front of their house. Then, then the day of her grandma's funeral she fucked Scummy at their house in her bed.
But wait! There's more, she also gaslit her for a year, drew her out about her sex life with Scummy and tried to get her to talk badly about him and break up with him, went on to kiss the recently separated man of a cast mate after she AND her MOTHER begged her not to because that was a boundary Katie had put in place to remain friends with her Ex Tom Shartz.
But wait! There's more. She stayed with Scheana and Scheana's husband and baby for months, sleeping over, and doing everything with them when Scheana found out what she did and went off on her little miss butter won't melt in her mouth and lied and said Scheana attacked her and then served her with a restraining order. Of the half-hearted and self-serving apologies given at the reunion, she didn't give one to Scheana or Brock, who she also hurt.
If Rachel actually regretted her actions and was truly apologetic wouldn't she be apologizing to Scheana and Katie too? No, she just made the half-assed confession - where she was clearly still lying while crying crocodile tears to handle the worst of her PR blunders. Rachel can go f herself. She is awful. She doesn't get the pass of compassion at this point until she can actually show she has some for other people.
2023.06.09 20:24 Mean-Classic-7739 Something in the blizzard pt.2
Part 2
Day 11
The pain was excruciating and all over my body. A thousand knives seemed to dig into me. I lay there for a minute with the dead creature still on top of me. I was trying to muster enough strength to get up and move this horrible thing off me, but I couldn’t. Finally, after what seemed like lying there for an hour Chloe came over and helped me move its dead body off me.
She froze when she saw me. I must’ve looked horrible so much had happened to me in the last 10 minutes. I saw her eyes move to my left hand. I found my tired eyes looking over, and what I saw was horrifying. My left hand was a bloody broken mess, fingers were missing, bones were sticking out in odd places, and a huge chunk of my palm was completely gone. I puked all over myself. Chloe looked like she was trying so hard to keep herself together.
The next few minutes were tense. Chloe tied one of her layers to my arm as a makeshift tourniquet. Then we slowly made our way home with Chloe practically dragging me.
They had to stitch my wounds while I was still conscious due to us not having anesthetics, and those were the most painful moments of my life. I felt the needle go in and out of my skin, I felt the small string pull my muscle and skin back together, and I felt when they had to cut one of my fingers off. It was absolutely excruciating and after it was done I passed out.
Chloe sat on the couch feeling awful and tired. She’d just spent an hour trying to get the food that had been in the fridge into coolers, but her mind was so busy she hardly cared. She felt awful about everything. There was so much she could’ve done, so many ways she could’ve helped me. So many ways that led to me still having a hand. If only I hadn’t been a coward, she thought, if I just hadn’t stood there maybe he would still have his hand. If only she’d just shot it again. She wiped her face trying not to cry. She had to be the strong one now, she had to be brave.
She was very curious, she wanted to know what exactly had happened to Carl. Joey hadn’t had the time to tell her whether or not the man was dead. She assumed he was due to the blood and the creature, but there was a small chance. She told Gretchen and Ronda (my mom) what her plan was. They agreed and she went to get ready.
She brought two guns, the sniper and the semi-automatic. She also found an old motorcycle helmet and decided to use that as a makeshift helmet. She knew if I had been awake I wouldn’t have not in a million years let her go, so she made her process quick just in case I did wake up.
Crunch! The snow had melted slightly the night before so now it felt more like walking across huge ice sheets. As she walked she realized she didn’t even have to use the GPS because of the blood trail. She followed it for a while, the snow constantly attacking her. After a couple of minutes, she found it. Lying in the middle of the street now with a fresh layer of snow on it was the creature, the hound as she’d begun to refer to it in her head. She hadn’t gotten a good look at it like I had so her eyes went wide when she saw the body. She was struck by how much its exoskeleton looked like big chunks of rocks. She also noticed the now frozen yellow-greenish blood around the body. Chloe leaned down to examine what was left of the head. What was left was a hollow shell of the exoskeleton; the gunshot in the mouth had practically liquefied everything in its head. She remembered how everything had exploded from the mouth and eye holes. The image of the eyes getting blown out from behind disgusted her.
She found herself examining the rest of the body and she couldn’t help but keep looking at the four legs. They looked so out of place on the body. They looked so mammalian for such an insect-like creature. They literally looked like stretched-out bald dog legs. She had a feeling of deja vu as she looked at the legs, she couldn’t help but think of the black dog they’d seen the other day. She made a note in her head that she wanted to take the body with her on the way back.
Finally, she stood up and started making her way towards the store. Like before she just followed the blood. She remembered when Joey ran into her he was covered in blood, like he’d slipped into the trail. She dreaded to think what he’d found in the showers. Her trek was slow and eerie. Then as she got closer the dead silence was cut by a ticking sound. She vaguely recognized it as something those spiders had made. Specifically the stinger ones. She kept the semi-automatic raised and got ready for a fight, but the ticking sounds slowly faded and she kept moving.
The store was just as she had left it early that morning. It was still a complete wreck. She hurried past the shattered glass and toppled shelves, through the small break room, and into the bunk room. It looked even worse than before. It looked like the creature had destroyed a few more things after it caught the headlamp. She specifically noticed a new deep gash in the bunk they’d hid behind.
As she walked into the shower room she heard a faint dripping sound. She started going one stall at a time to find it. First empty, second empty, but the third she wanted to throw up. Carl lay in the back of the stall, his body a bloody mess. His torso was almost gone. Everything inside of it had been ripped out along with most of his flesh. His ribs were shattered and lying on the floor. His spine was cracked and twisted. It looked like it had been broken. She threw up and stepped away from the sight, making her start to sob. Pull yourself together, she thought to herself, now isn’t the time. She wiped the tears off her face and continued. He had a daughter and a wife. She had to know what happened to them. So with much hesitance, she continued.
Fourth room empty, fifth empty, sixth empty, seventh empty, she stood next to the eighth stall dreading what she’d find inside. She didn’t want to see what was in there, but she would never forgive herself for not looking.
Two cocoon-looking things lay in the stall. They were white and pulsating slightly. They looked like the web cocoon the stingers had wrapped around the dog, but these were too big to be dogs. Instantly she knew what had happened to his wife and daughter. Chloe stepped away so she didn’t have to see it anymore, and then she had a thought. They wouldn’t leave them unattended, would they? She became much more nervous and started cautiously making her way from the room. She started to hear the ticking noises outside again and her hands started to shake. She took a deep breath and kept walking.
She walked into the main part of the store and saw a dozen or so stingers crawling in through one of the broken windows. She gasped, then in a hurry ducked back into the breakroom. Her whole body was shaking as she stood there listening to them scurrying around the store. Then after a minute one walked into the breakroom didn’t see her and disappeared into the bunk room. Then another went through, then another, then another, then another, and soon all but one had passed through. Her whole body was trembling when finally it walked through. This one was walking more slowly and looking around much more than the others, and suddenly its small beady eyes met hers. Scre… Rat-a-tatata! Four quick bullets cut through the stinger. All four hit it right in the head. She had a small feeling of triumph then Screech! The other stingers started running into the room. She hurried out in such a rush she didn’t watch where she was stepping and slipped on a piece of glass.
Smack! Her helmet slammed into the ground and then the rest of her. She watched them hurriedly crawl towards her. She tried to get a shot but they were just too fast. Then she felt a sharp pain in her leg. One of the stingers had sunk their stinger into her calf. Another was about to sting before she made her move. She grabbed a large piece of glass and stabbed it into the one on her leg, and then quickly stuck the shard into the other one that was about to sting her. Then she quickly stood up. Her body was starting to feel heavy and she was getting a little loopy. The other stingers were screeching and running toward her. Rat-a-tatatatata! She shot 10 rounds into the remaining nine stingers. Seven exploded when the bullet made contact, another got three legs blown off, the last wasn’t hit, and before she could shoot again it had lodged its stinger in her boot. She stopped for a second realizing that the stinger hadn’t actually pierced her foot then Rat-a-tat! She shot two bullets into the thing and then pulled it off her foot.
Her adrenaline was wearing off and the venom was doing its work fast. Her eyes were starting to close and she had to concentrate just to keep them open. I need to get somewhere safe, she thought looking around, and then her eyes fell on an intact door.
She locked the door to the women's restroom and then slumped against it as she felt her consciousness begin to slip. All she could think of was me hoping that I was okay, and hoping that she’d be able to see me again. Then finally she blacked out.
Her eyes fluttered open to see she was in the same place she’d passed out. There was a small puddle of blood around her calf. She weakly reached over and touched the wound. It wasn’t bleeding any more. I must’ve been out for a while. She thought, gingerly beginning to put weight on her leg. It hurt but she could walk. Click, she unlocked the bathroom door, raised the gun, and opened the door. She was nervous, worried that maybe more of them had come while she was out. It didn’t look like too much time had passed, and even more importantly there were no stingers. She looked over and saw her footprints were still visible through the heavily falling snow. Good not much time must have passed, she thought. Then she pulled out the phone and called Gretchen.
Bzzz…
“Gretchen, I got stung and passed out. What time is it?” She asked.
Gretchen’s relieved voice cut through the phone: “Oh Chloe thank goodness, it’s 2:42. You left around 12.”
Day 13
I woke up to giggling and laughter. I sat up and looked at the doorway and on the other side I could hear the boys quietly playing together. I moved the covers and tried to move my legs, but instantly daggers of pain went up my right leg. I wanted to do it more slowly but nothing seemed to help.
“Chloe!” I called and immediately heard something clatter upstairs followed by fast footsteps into the basement.
In a second Chloe had sprinted into the room and was on top of me giving me a huge hug. She pulled away and gave me one of her pretty little smiles.
“How are you feeling?” She asked.
My stomach growled and that answered her question.
“You’ve been asleep for almost two days, no wonder you’re hungry.” She said, I froze and looked over at the clock, but nothing showed on it. It was just a blank black screen.
“When did the power go out?” I asked, turning back toward her.
“Not long after you fell asleep.” She said, “We put as much food as we could into coolers, but most of what was in the fridge and freezer has gone bad.”
Her face was sad and grim. I reached for her hand with my good hand and squeezed it.
“We’ll get through this just like everything else. We’ll make it through if we stick together.” I told her starting to realize how hoarse I sounded.
She smiled then looked up at me again: “I’ll go get you some food… and a water bottle.” She said walking back out of the room.
I lay there in deep thought when Alan poked his head in.
“Uncle, are you okay?” He asked, sitting down on the foot of the bed.
“I’ll be fine,” I said, smiling at him.
He smiled back, “Uncle you’ve got a Lego hand now.” He yelled pointing to my left hand.
I looked at my hand and saw the way they wrapped it did look like a Lego hand.
“Ha… yeah I suppose so.” I chuckled, Alan nodded and disappeared into the hallway.
A few minutes later Chloe appeared in the doorway with a plate and Mom and Gretchen tailed her.
“Sweety, are you ok?” My mom asked, walking over to the bedside and putting her hand on my forehead.
“Yes Mom I’m ok, I’m as ok as I can be right now,” I told her.
“Well I’m glad you’re ok,” She said, hugging me.
“Me too,” Gretchen added, hugging me.
After a minute they broke away and Chloe gave me my plate. It was some dry cereal and a piece of toast.
“Sorry… that’s all I could scrape together.” She said her expression was sad.
“How much is left?” I asked her.
“A few days maybe, the water situation is even worse though,” She said grimly.
I felt a crushing sense of defeat at that.
“We’re going to need to do something now,” Gretchen said, “Before we can’t do anything.”
“Agreed, but what? There is no chance of leaving without a snow plow.” I grumbled, becoming more disheartened.
“What if we had a snow plow?” Chloe asked.
“What?” Me and Gretchen asked.
“I mean, they keep it at the tractor place just a mile away. We could get the snow plow.” She suggested a hint of hope in her eyes.
“I don’t think we’ll all fit. Let alone supplies.” I told her.
“So then we bring two vehicles,” She said, “One or two of us go to the place, get the snow plow, and come back to the others in the other vehicle and follow behind.”
It was actually a pretty good plan, but it was still wishful thinking. They had a lot of variables on that.
“That might work, but it will take time and we don’t exactly have time,” I said.
“Well then let's get some more time. We might be able to find more food in other homes,” My mom said.
“Yes, in theory, that would work, but we don’t have two people to go,” I said.
“I’m out of commission, Gretchen isn’t leaving her boys, and not in a million years am I letting you go, Mom,” I argued.
“She can handle herself, she did the other day,” Mom argued back.
“What?... no I was with her…” I turned toward Chloe in confusion.
I saw a guilty look on her face and she told me that she’d gone to the store on the 11th day after they were done treating me.
I pulled her into a tight hug and whispered in her ear: “If you do that again I will use whatever force necessary to make your stay here.”
She looked at me, her eyes darkening: “Joey if I don’t go, we will starve. I’m terrified too but if that is what needs to be done I’ll do it.”
“I… I… I don’t want to lose you.” I sputtered out.
Her face turned red before she said: “I don’t want to lose you either, or any of you guys and that's why I need to go.”
I finally relented, Gretchen and my mom left the room, and Chloe sat and chatted with me while I ate my mediocre breakfast.
She perked up and said, “Joey I need to show you something.”
She got up and helped me get out of bed. Getting out wasn’t that hard unless I had to move my left leg or arm. Once I was standing she helped me over to the restroom and then helped me sit down.
“What am I supposed to be looking at?” I asked, looking around the bathroom.
“This,” She said, pulling the shower curtain open and revealing what was inside.
Lying inside the tub was the body of the dog bug creature.
“Why the heck did you bring that in?” I asked.
“Aren’t you curious what it is?” She asked, an almost crazed look in her eyes.
“Fair, I am curious,” I said. “Found anything out so far?” I then asked.
“Well a no, not yet,” She said looking disappointed now, “I just know it isn’t anything science knows of.”
“Nothing, nothing interesting?” I inquired.
“Well yes there are interesting things,” She said, “Like look at this.”
She grabbed a knife covered in yellowish-green blood and used it to open a previously cut incision into the body. I looked inside and saw something quite strange. This thing still had an endoskeleton.
“Nothing that we know of on earth has an endo and exoskeleton, and I honestly don’t know why an animal would have both.” She said looking up at me.
“Hmm… mind if I take a look?” I asked.
She nodded and I moved over and took the knife with my right hand. I used the knife to hold open the incision and I looked at the bone. It looked normal but I was suspicious so I set the knife down, reached in, and yanked the femur I’d been looking at out. The femur was the size it should’ve been for a normal dog, but for this creature, it was extremely undersized.
“Just as I thought,” I said, looking over at her.
“Can you explain to me what it is that you just figured out?” She asked, very confused.
“Look how small this femur is, it should be double the size for this creature, but it is the adequate size for a normal dog. The way I figure this is that during the metamorphosis that changed the dog into this thing the bones were not destroyed or changed. That’s why they are still there but not the right size.” I explained holding the bone up to her.
“I suppose that your theory makes sense,” She said after a short pause.
Day 14
Chloe sat on the bed strapping on the extra gear I was making her take. I knew I couldn’t stop her from going so I decided I would make her as safe as possible. I dug through old boxes and found my dad's old Kevlar vests. There were two so I cut one up to make guards for her arms and legs. Then I made her put on an extra coat to add one more layer of protection, as for other parts I agreed that the motorcycle helmet was the best helmet we had so she put that on.
Now she was sitting on the bed with the helmet sitting next to her while she was loading her weapons. She was bringing the semi-automatic and the sniper rifle with extra ammo for each. She also had a hunting knife strapped to her belt saying it would’ve come in handy last time. I looked at her and gave her a tight hug.
“If you don’t come back I’ll find you and teach you a lesson.” I jokingly threatened her.
She let out a giggle, “I’ll try my best.”
Again she made her outside into the blizzard. It raged on around her as it had been for days. She had to climb the almost four-foot-tall pile of snow before she could really start exploring. They’d assumed that the people who had left town wouldn’t have much food in their homes, so she planned to hit Carl’s house and the Garrison’s house today. Then check out a few other houses the next day, but right now she had to focus on simply taking the next step because anytime she stepped wrong she’d sink further into the snow. Slowly through the whipping wind and freezing snow, she walked. It was exhausting especially with her still being sore from a couple of days ago, but she continued despite the pain and weather. Despite it all she kept taking step after step after step, and the whole time the blizzard's icy claws were digging into her.
Eventually, she saw the destroyed store and walked past it, her eyes eyeing the shattered windows for any movement but nothing happened. She continued onward knowing that Carl’s house was now only a block away. She walked carefully and precisely trying not to step in the wrong place. Then she saw it. Carl’s house was a small colonial-style two-story home with a big wrap-around porch, but now it looked horrible. The door was ripped out of its hinges and two or three windows were shattered. She slid down a short snowy slope and onto the porch. Crack! One of the wooden planks that made the porch broke from under her foot and her foot slipped down. She pulled it out of the hole and slowly walked into his house.
There was a trail of snow leading in from the fallen door almost like a carpet leading her into this place. It was horrible on the inside. It reminded her of the store. Furniture was thrown every which way, some bearing deep gashes. The closest door to her had a hole going straight through it. She walked over a vast sea of shattered glass and turned into the kitchen. The granite countertops had been ripped from their places and shattered on the tiled floor. A large gash was in the door of the now fallen fridge. She walked over and kneeled down near the fridge, ripping open one of the doors. As she suspected, everything in there was frozen solid. Sitting in there was cheese, deli meat, assorted fruits and vegetables, shattered glasses of condiments, and two steaks. She grabbed everything and stuffed it all into one of the duffel bags she’d brought. Then she saw a loaf of bread lying on the ground near her and grabbed that too. She stood up and looked around the kitchen. She noticed a box of pasta sitting next to a pot on the stove. The box was full, so she grabbed it. The pot was partly melted onto the stove and frozen tomato sauce sat inside.
The picture of what had happened began to emerge in her head. Carl had likely been walking home from the store when it attacked. It chased him inside, breaking down the door and destroying everything in its path. His wife, Greta, had been making spaghetti for dinner when it happened. He ran into the kitchen and grabbed his wife with the beast following him. It destroyed the kitchen as it chased them.
Chloe pushed those thoughts from her head and opened their pantry to see if there was more food. There were lots of boxes but her eyes fell on the cans that lined the bottom of the pantry. There were dozens of them, probably a hundred or two cans. She kneeled and started eagerly grabbing the cans and putting them in the duffel bag. She even took out the cheese and pasta to make for more room.
She stopped her eager collecting when she heard a slight ticking noise. Stingers she thought and then pulled her knife from her belt in preparation. The ticking was slight and distant. It probably just walked in, she thought. With the ticking, she heard the slight creaking of the wood floor in the hall as it approached the kitchen. Then a scraping tapping sound as it began walking on the tiles. She gripped the knife tightly and got ready to stab the thing. Scr…! The stinger managed to give off a faint screech before the sharp hunting knife pierced its windpipe. She yanked the knife out of its neck severing the head from the body. Then she resheathed the knife and quietly got back to what she’d been doing. She didn’t stop until the bag was bulging then she zipped it closed and heaved it under her arm. It was heavy but she wasn’t weak.
She walked over to the front door and set the duffel bag next to it. She wanted to check out the rest of the house before she left.
She crept down the hall and into the master bedroom. It was intact, everything looked right and nothing was broken. She walked over to the dresser and started going through the drawers. Darn, just clothes. She thought as she dug her hands in shuffling the clothes around. She opened the drawer and start thrashing around the clothes when she felt something hard. She pulled a box of ammo out of the drawer. It was for the revolver she looked to see how much but it was empty.
Almost every stair on the way upstairs bore scratches and one or two were cracked. They creaked so loud she began to worry that the noise would get the stinger’s attention but nothing came. Then finally she arrived upstairs. The second floor of their house was composed of two rooms, a restroom, and his daughter Lacy’s bedroom. The bedroom door and a dresser lay on the room floor scratched and broken. The rest of the room was torn apart. The bed was shredded and a mirror lay shattered on the ground. Her eyes fell to the window which was propped open.
The rest of their story seemed to fall into place. Carl and Greta ran upstairs chased by the hound, and into Lacy’s room. They barricaded the door as the creature tried to get it, and then they all quickly slipped out of the window onto the porch roof and then to the ground. They ran to the store and bunkered there. The creature searched the whole shop but couldn’t find them. Then later the hound came back and Carl went to fight it. He told Greta and Lacy to hide in a stall and made his way to the main part of the shop. There he was killed and then dragged into the shower stall to be eaten, and at some point during that time the stingers and slugs got to Lacy and Greta.
She shivered, they’d tried so hard but it still got to them. Maybe if he’d had more bullets he could’ve survived. Thinking of the empty box and the two shots that had woken them that night.
She walked out of the bedroom and back downstairs. She found her eyes wandering around the destroyed first floor again, and it struck her that something bigger had to have done this. There was no way the deer-sized hound would have destroyed this much. She hurried over into the kitchen again and looked at the gash in the fridge. That’s too big. Way too big! She thought looking at the huge gash. She started to think about the store and the same inconsistencies began to appear in the memories. All the damage, the claw marks, the strength, it was all too much, too big, there was no way the hound had done this.
As she was thinking she noticed a doorway she hadn’t been through. Next to her was the doorway to the basement stairs with the door wide open. She peaked down and saw light down there, not much probably from a window, but it was something.
Creak! Her first step of descent was loud and made her worry again that something would hear her. She stopped and listened, but nothing. So as carefully as she could she continued. Every step was as loud as the first and every step made her jump in her skin and wait for something to happen. But after what seemed like ages she arrived at the bottom.
The basement was large with two spare bedrooms and a large storage room. She slowly walked down the hall looking into the bedrooms on both sides of her. They were bare with nothing much more than beds, so she walked forward and into the main storage room.
The storage room had large shelving units across the whole room. The shelves were partially filled with labeled boxes. She walked over to one shelf and started reading the labels. Christmas, no, I don't need that. Halloween, not that. Games, nope. Sports could be useful. She thought as she grabbed the heavy crate and set it out in front of her. She grabbed the latches on either side, undoing them and popping the lid off.
Suddenly a ripping sound erupted from another part of the basement. The ripping had a sort of wet sound to it. Chloe started to walk over to the sound far too curious not to. Screech! It came from the same direction as the ripping sound. She got the gun ready and then jumped from around a shelf not facing what was making the sound. She watched one of those hound things fully emerge from a cocoon and look over at her. A chill ran down her spine as its four eyes met hers; the two to the left were icy blue and the two to the right were dark brown. This one was also slightly smaller but much stockier than the other. Rat-a-tatatata! She released a quick barrage of bullets hoping to stop the disgusting thing, but it just started charging for her. Quickly she moved to the other side of the shelving and pushed it down. Her whole body was shaking, but she had to keep calm and keep fighting. The hound howled in pain and started cracking through the wooden shelf to get to her. She took this time to aim a good shot at its face. Rat-a-tat! She shot two quick bullets into its face. One sunk into its exoskeleton the other buried itself into one of its eyes. SCREECH!!!!! It broke through the shelf and made a quick dive toward her. It pinned her to the ground, knocking her gun away in the process. It sunk its jaws into the helmet and it started to break and crack. She started to cry. This thing was going to eat through her helmet then her face, but during this moment of panic she remembered something. She pulled the knife from her belt and stabbed it into the hound's semi-exposed underbelly. It screeched again in pain so she stabbed again. She then shoved the hurt thing off of her and dove for the gun. She felt one of its praying mantis talons slash her vest and then her upper leg, so she turned around and fired. Rat-a-tatata! She shot it four more times, one hitting its forehead, the second hitting its mouth, the third mouth as well, and the fourth badly damaged its lower jaw. Its face was covered in yellow-greenish blood and it was throwing up blood onto the floor. Just as she thought it might be dying it made a quick sprint toward her. It bit her right knee, its teeth sinking in and actually managing to make her bleed. But then crash! It shoved forward and caused her to fall on top of it. Not having a good shot she grabbed the knife and started stabbing anywhere she could until it finally stopped fighting.
She lay there catching her breath until finally she stood up. Her vision was disrupted by the cracks in the helmet’s visor. She tore the helmet off and threw it down onto the dying hound. Even as it lay there it still tried to get toward her and attack her. She thought about executing it but decided that would just be a waste of a bullet and in a weird way she found its attempts to attack entertaining.
The sports crate she’d opened earlier didn’t have much use. It contained a few balls and two or three different types of rackets. She continued looking through the shelves until she found a box labeled camping. She slid it off the shelf and onto the floor, undid the latches, and popped the lid off. Inside the box were all sorts of goodies. At the top of the box were two big mummy sleeping bags. She pulled those out to see fire starters, water purifiers, bug spray, sunscreen, a small tent, utensils, pots and pans, and a large hatchet. Excitedly she grabbed her other duffel bag and moved everything from the crate into it.
She heaved the duffel bag under her arm and carried it back upstairs. She set it next to the other and turned around. She wanted to check one more place before she left the house. She walked across the house and to the backdoor pushing it open and looking outside. In their backyard half buried in snow was a shed. She hurried over to the shed through the deep snow. The doors were almost completely covered in snow and she knew she wouldn't be spending the whole day shoveling. Luckily there was a small window near the top of the shed. She gave it one good kick and the window popped open. She slid through the hole and dropped down into the shed.
The shed was small with very little inside. There was a lawn mower and a few tools but that was it. The one thing that did catch her eye was a small wooden sled with a rope tied to the front. She picked it up thinking how much easier it would make carrying the bags.
Chloe carefully shoved the sled through the window frame and then squeezed through herself. She carried the sled into the house, used tape to keep the bags secure on it, and then started pulling the sled back towards home. Carl’s house was near the top of a small hill, so for a short couple of seconds, she rode the sled as it slid down the icy slope. It made her feel like a little kid and she wished it would have lasted longer.
After a long walk through the blizzard she arrived home tired and her face feeling like it was freezing off. Gretchen hugged her the moment she walked in.
“Are you ok? We thought we heard gunshots.” She said a little worried.
“You did… I had to kill another hound thing. Just like the one in the tub. The armor worked like a charm though, I hardly felt its bite.” Chloe said motioning to the rip in her pants around the knee.
“Oh shoot you bleeding,” Gretchen said looking at her leg.
Chloe looked down to see a cut on her thigh and a few small nicks on her knee.
I sat in bed. I'd just heard Chloe come in and I waited patiently for her to come down. After a couple of minutes, I heard footsteps come downstairs and start creeping down the hall. Then I saw her face poke in from around the door. She smiled and walked in when she saw I was awake.
“Hi babe, how are you feeling?” She asked, taking a seat next to me.
“I mean my hand still hurts like heck, but yeah I’m fine.” I joked.
She smiled, “Seriously though, are you feeling alright?” She asked.
“I’m feeling fine,” I lied trying to get her to stop worrying.
“I want to hear about everything that happened,” I said sitting up.
So she told me everything that happened, even her theory on what exactly happened to Carl and his family.
“Did they have a dog?” She asked me after finishing her story.
“Yeah… a pitbull I think,” I replied, trying my best to remember the odd times when Carl talked about his dog.
“That explains it, that hound was a lot stockier than the one you shot.” She said, “Also it destroyed the helmet so I need a new one before I go to the Garrison’s house.”
I gave her a worried look, “Do you need to go?” I asked.
“YES!” She insisted, “We don’t know what happened to them, and I’d like to find a little more food.”
“But do we need more food?” I asked, “You got a lot of cans.”
“Joey, this has already been going on for two weeks. Who knows how long it will last? More preparation never hurts.” She argued, sounding a little angry now.
“Ok… Ok… Just be safe,” I told her and gave her a big hug.
Gretchen found an arguably better helmet in the garage, a big metal welding helmet. It fit Chloe almost perfectly, and as a backup, she wore two thick hoods to protect the back of her head. She had a very bad feeling this time, as she stood there by the door she couldn’t help but shake. She wanted someone to come with her, and as big Herman came over to say his goodbyes she had an idea.
She marched through the deep snow with Herman atop the sled she pulled. She’d try to have him follow on foot, but the snow was just too high and he kept getting stuck. But she didn’t care that he was just extra weight because she was just happy that she wasn’t facing this alone. She slowly made her way down the street, the blizzard more relentless than ever. It seemed to her the longer the blizzard continued the stronger it was becoming. The snow continued to pound down on top of her slowly wearing down her will to continue, but it didn’t stop her. She took one step after another after another. She was starting to tire and the pain of the injuries was beginning to wear on her. But every time she seemed to slow Herman would give a little woof, and she would keep on going.
The snow had become so hard to see through that more than an outstretched hand was invisible to her. Her vision was so bad she didn’t know the group of crawlers and slugs were there until she was practically right on top of them
Meanwhile…
“Hey, we should probably start clearing the driveway now,” Gretchen said suddenly to her mom while they both sat at the kitchen table.
“That’s probably a wise idea,” Our mother said with a smile.
Gretchen and Mom began their efforts with large snow shovels. Gretchen did most of the work as Mom had to take frequent breaks. They shoveled and shoveled as the day wore on going over their work with salt so as to not let more snow accumulate. Gretchen was exhausted from the work, but she continued nonetheless. She kept digging ad digging until she heard the shovel scrape concrete then she moved to the next section. Despite the cold, they were both dripping with sweat.
I sat by the window watching them work while the boys played. I so wanted to go help but knew I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything but sit and watch them work. I felt horrible as I watched, and then my mind started thinking of Chloe. I pulled out the walkie and pressed the button to talk.
The first thing Chloe heard was Screech! The stinger was right in front of her clearly just as surprised by her as she was of it. But it wasn’t alone from her restricted view; it looked like there were about 10 stingers and 3 or so slugs.
She tried to raise her gun but they were scattering around far too quickly. Then she heard a ripping noise as one of them drove a stinger into her boot. She pulled out the hunting knife and made quick work of the stinger. Two more stingers were charging straight for her and one was coming from her left. Before she could do anything the snow under the two erupted and they were dragged down into it. She wasn’t able to see what it was and she began to shake as it did the same thing to the one coming from her left. In a sudden panic, she turned around to see the sled empty with a hole in the snow right next to it. She let out a small cry whatever was under the snow had gotten Herman and the stingers, but there was no time for mourning as more of the stingers began coming for her. Again the snow erupted under them but this time she got a better look. Whatever was under the snow was big and white. She got the gun as the thing took out the rest of the slugs and stingers. She assumed it was coming for her next. She hurried and jumped atop the sled so it couldn’t take her down easily. She stood there ready to fight whatever monster thing had gotten everything. Horrible images of twisted spider mole creatures flew through her head. Suddenly the snow next to the sled exploded open and she saw the large white beast jump out of the snow and on top of her. She closed her eyes expecting to feel teeth begin to sink down, but after a second she heard a lapping sound. She opened her eyes to see Herman on top of her licking her helmet. She smiled and let out a laugh.
“Good boy!” She said encouragingly.
Herman was completely covered in snow; he looked more like a polar bear than a dog. She brushed some of it off but didn’t bother to do much. She helped the big dog back onto the sled and continued forward. She walked another block before she finally saw her destination to her right was the Garrison’s large house broken and beaten from obvious attacks. It stood there somehow feeling more eerie than the surrounding houses. She stepped onto the wooden porch and there was a loud creak. Ever so more carefully she and Herman crept across the porch and into the house. If only they’d known what they were about to walk into.
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Day 11
The pain was excruciating and all over my body. A thousand knives seemed to dig into me. I lay there for a minute with the dead creature still on top of me. I was trying to muster enough strength to get up and move this horrible thing off me, but I couldn’t. Finally, after what seemed like lying there for an hour Chloe came over and helped me move its dead body off me.
She froze when she saw me. I must’ve looked horrible so much had happened to me in the last 10 minutes. I saw her eyes move to my left hand. I found my tired eyes looking over, and what I saw was horrifying. My left hand was a bloody broken mess, fingers were missing, bones were sticking out in odd places, and a huge chunk of my palm was completely gone. I puked all over myself. Chloe looked like she was trying so hard to keep herself together.
The next few minutes were tense. Chloe tied one of her layers to my arm as a makeshift tourniquet. Then we slowly made our way home with Chloe practically dragging me.
They had to stitch my wounds while I was still conscious due to us not having anesthetics, and those were the most painful moments of my life. I felt the needle go in and out of my skin, I felt the small string pull my muscle and skin back together, and I felt when they had to cut one of my fingers off. It was absolutely excruciating and after it was done I passed out.
Chloe sat on the couch feeling awful and tired. She’d just spent an hour trying to get the food that had been in the fridge into coolers, but her mind was so busy she hardly cared. She felt awful about everything. There was so much she could’ve done, so many ways she could’ve helped me. So many ways that led to me still having a hand. If only I hadn’t been a coward, she thought, if I just hadn’t stood there maybe he would still have his hand. If only she’d just shot it again. She wiped her face trying not to cry. She had to be the strong one now, she had to be brave.
She was very curious, she wanted to know what exactly had happened to Carl. Joey hadn’t had the time to tell her whether or not the man was dead. She assumed he was due to the blood and the creature, but there was a small chance. She told Gretchen and Ronda (my mom) what her plan was. They agreed and she went to get ready.
She brought two guns, the sniper and the semi-automatic. She also found an old motorcycle helmet and decided to use that as a makeshift helmet. She knew if I had been awake I wouldn’t have not in a million years let her go, so she made her process quick just in case I did wake up.
Crunch! The snow had melted slightly the night before so now it felt more like walking across huge ice sheets. As she walked she realized she didn’t even have to use the GPS because of the blood trail. She followed it for a while, the snow constantly attacking her. After a couple of minutes, she found it. Lying in the middle of the street now with a fresh layer of snow on it was the creature, the hound as she’d begun to refer to it in her head. She hadn’t gotten a good look at it like I had so her eyes went wide when she saw the body. She was struck by how much its exoskeleton looked like big chunks of rocks. She also noticed the now frozen yellow-greenish blood around the body. Chloe leaned down to examine what was left of the head. What was left was a hollow shell of the exoskeleton; the gunshot in the mouth had practically liquefied everything in its head. She remembered how everything had exploded from the mouth and eye holes. The image of the eyes getting blown out from behind disgusted her.
She found herself examining the rest of the body and she couldn’t help but keep looking at the four legs. They looked so out of place on the body. They looked so mammalian for such an insect-like creature. They literally looked like stretched-out bald dog legs. She had a feeling of deja vu as she looked at the legs, she couldn’t help but think of the black dog they’d seen the other day. She made a note in her head that she wanted to take the body with her on the way back.
Finally, she stood up and started making her way towards the store. Like before she just followed the blood. She remembered when Joey ran into her he was covered in blood, like he’d slipped into the trail. She dreaded to think what he’d found in the showers. Her trek was slow and eerie. Then as she got closer the dead silence was cut by a ticking sound. She vaguely recognized it as something those spiders had made. Specifically the stinger ones. She kept the semi-automatic raised and got ready for a fight, but the ticking sounds slowly faded and she kept moving.
The store was just as she had left it early that morning. It was still a complete wreck. She hurried past the shattered glass and toppled shelves, through the small break room, and into the bunk room. It looked even worse than before. It looked like the creature had destroyed a few more things after it caught the headlamp. She specifically noticed a new deep gash in the bunk they’d hid behind.
As she walked into the shower room she heard a faint dripping sound. She started going one stall at a time to find it. First empty, second empty, but the third she wanted to throw up. Carl lay in the back of the stall, his body a bloody mess. His torso was almost gone. Everything inside of it had been ripped out along with most of his flesh. His ribs were shattered and lying on the floor. His spine was cracked and twisted. It looked like it had been broken. She threw up and stepped away from the sight, making her start to sob. Pull yourself together, she thought to herself, now isn’t the time. She wiped the tears off her face and continued. He had a daughter and a wife. She had to know what happened to them. So with much hesitance, she continued.
Fourth room empty, fifth empty, sixth empty, seventh empty, she stood next to the eighth stall dreading what she’d find inside. She didn’t want to see what was in there, but she would never forgive herself for not looking.
Two cocoon-looking things lay in the stall. They were white and pulsating slightly. They looked like the web cocoon the stingers had wrapped around the dog, but these were too big to be dogs. Instantly she knew what had happened to his wife and daughter. Chloe stepped away so she didn’t have to see it anymore, and then she had a thought. They wouldn’t leave them unattended, would they? She became much more nervous and started cautiously making her way from the room. She started to hear the ticking noises outside again and her hands started to shake. She took a deep breath and kept walking.
She walked into the main part of the store and saw a dozen or so stingers crawling in through one of the broken windows. She gasped, then in a hurry ducked back into the breakroom. Her whole body was shaking as she stood there listening to them scurrying around the store. Then after a minute one walked into the breakroom didn’t see her and disappeared into the bunk room. Then another went through, then another, then another, then another, and soon all but one had passed through. Her whole body was trembling when finally it walked through. This one was walking more slowly and looking around much more than the others, and suddenly its small beady eyes met hers. Scre… Rat-a-tatata! Four quick bullets cut through the stinger. All four hit it right in the head. She had a small feeling of triumph then Screech! The other stingers started running into the room. She hurried out in such a rush she didn’t watch where she was stepping and slipped on a piece of glass.
Smack! Her helmet slammed into the ground and then the rest of her. She watched them hurriedly crawl towards her. She tried to get a shot but they were just too fast. Then she felt a sharp pain in her leg. One of the stingers had sunk their stinger into her calf. Another was about to sting before she made her move. She grabbed a large piece of glass and stabbed it into the one on her leg, and then quickly stuck the shard into the other one that was about to sting her. Then she quickly stood up. Her body was starting to feel heavy and she was getting a little loopy. The other stingers were screeching and running toward her. Rat-a-tatatatata! She shot 10 rounds into the remaining nine stingers. Seven exploded when the bullet made contact, another got three legs blown off, the last wasn’t hit, and before she could shoot again it had lodged its stinger in her boot. She stopped for a second realizing that the stinger hadn’t actually pierced her foot then Rat-a-tat! She shot two bullets into the thing and then pulled it off her foot.
Her adrenaline was wearing off and the venom was doing its work fast. Her eyes were starting to close and she had to concentrate just to keep them open. I need to get somewhere safe, she thought looking around, and then her eyes fell on an intact door.
She locked the door to the women's restroom and then slumped against it as she felt her consciousness begin to slip. All she could think of was me hoping that I was okay, and hoping that she’d be able to see me again. Then finally she blacked out.
Her eyes fluttered open to see she was in the same place she’d passed out. There was a small puddle of blood around her calf. She weakly reached over and touched the wound. It wasn’t bleeding any more. I must’ve been out for a while. She thought, gingerly beginning to put weight on her leg. It hurt but she could walk. Click, she unlocked the bathroom door, raised the gun, and opened the door. She was nervous, worried that maybe more of them had come while she was out. It didn’t look like too much time had passed, and even more importantly there were no stingers. She looked over and saw her footprints were still visible through the heavily falling snow. Good not much time must have passed, she thought. Then she pulled out the phone and called Gretchen.
Bzzz…
“Gretchen, I got stung and passed out. What time is it?” She asked.
Gretchen’s relieved voice cut through the phone: “Oh Chloe thank goodness, it’s 2:42. You left around 12.”
Day 13
I woke up to giggling and laughter. I sat up and looked at the doorway and on the other side I could hear the boys quietly playing together. I moved the covers and tried to move my legs, but instantly daggers of pain went up my right leg. I wanted to do it more slowly but nothing seemed to help.
“Chloe!” I called and immediately heard something clatter upstairs followed by fast footsteps into the basement.
In a second Chloe had sprinted into the room and was on top of me giving me a huge hug. She pulled away and gave me one of her pretty little smiles.
“How are you feeling?” She asked.
My stomach growled and that answered her question.
“You’ve been asleep for almost two days, no wonder you’re hungry.” She said, I froze and looked over at the clock, but nothing showed on it. It was just a blank black screen.
“When did the power go out?” I asked, turning back toward her.
“Not long after you fell asleep.” She said, “We put as much food as we could into coolers, but most of what was in the fridge and freezer has gone bad.”
Her face was sad and grim. I reached for her hand with my good hand and squeezed it.
“We’ll get through this just like everything else. We’ll make it through if we stick together.” I told her starting to realize how hoarse I sounded.
She smiled then looked up at me again: “I’ll go get you some food… and a water bottle.” She said walking back out of the room.
I lay there in deep thought when Alan poked his head in.
“Uncle, are you okay?” He asked, sitting down on the foot of the bed.
“I’ll be fine,” I said, smiling at him.
He smiled back, “Uncle you’ve got a Lego hand now.” He yelled pointing to my left hand.
I looked at my hand and saw the way they wrapped it did look like a Lego hand.
“Ha… yeah I suppose so.” I chuckled, Alan nodded and disappeared into the hallway.
A few minutes later Chloe appeared in the doorway with a plate and Mom and Gretchen tailed her.
“Sweety, are you ok?” My mom asked, walking over to the bedside and putting her hand on my forehead.
“Yes Mom I’m ok, I’m as ok as I can be right now,” I told her.
“Well I’m glad you’re ok,” She said, hugging me.
“Me too,” Gretchen added, hugging me.
After a minute they broke away and Chloe gave me my plate. It was some dry cereal and a piece of toast.
“Sorry… that’s all I could scrape together.” She said her expression was sad.
“How much is left?” I asked her.
“A few days maybe, the water situation is even worse though,” She said grimly.
I felt a crushing sense of defeat at that.
“We’re going to need to do something now,” Gretchen said, “Before we can’t do anything.”
“Agreed, but what? There is no chance of leaving without a snow plow.” I grumbled, becoming more disheartened.
“What if we had a snow plow?” Chloe asked.
“What?” Me and Gretchen asked.
“I mean, they keep it at the tractor place just a mile away. We could get the snow plow.” She suggested a hint of hope in her eyes.
“I don’t think we’ll all fit. Let alone supplies.” I told her.
“So then we bring two vehicles,” She said, “One or two of us go to the place, get the snow plow, and come back to the others in the other vehicle and follow behind.”
It was actually a pretty good plan, but it was still wishful thinking. They had a lot of variables on that.
“That might work, but it will take time and we don’t exactly have time,” I said.
“Well then let's get some more time. We might be able to find more food in other homes,” My mom said.
“Yes, in theory, that would work, but we don’t have two people to go,” I said.
“I’m out of commission, Gretchen isn’t leaving her boys, and not in a million years am I letting you go, Mom,” I argued.
“She can handle herself, she did the other day,” Mom argued back.
“What?... no I was with her…” I turned toward Chloe in confusion.
I saw a guilty look on her face and she told me that she’d gone to the store on the 11th day after they were done treating me.
I pulled her into a tight hug and whispered in her ear: “If you do that again I will use whatever force necessary to make your stay here.”
She looked at me, her eyes darkening: “Joey if I don’t go, we will starve. I’m terrified too but if that is what needs to be done I’ll do it.”
“I… I… I don’t want to lose you.” I sputtered out.
Her face turned red before she said: “I don’t want to lose you either, or any of you guys and that's why I need to go.”
I finally relented, Gretchen and my mom left the room, and Chloe sat and chatted with me while I ate my mediocre breakfast.
She perked up and said, “Joey I need to show you something.”
She got up and helped me get out of bed. Getting out wasn’t that hard unless I had to move my left leg or arm. Once I was standing she helped me over to the restroom and then helped me sit down.
“What am I supposed to be looking at?” I asked, looking around the bathroom.
“This,” She said, pulling the shower curtain open and revealing what was inside.
Lying inside the tub was the body of the dog bug creature.
“Why the heck did you bring that in?” I asked.
“Aren’t you curious what it is?” She asked, an almost crazed look in her eyes.
“Fair, I am curious,” I said. “Found anything out so far?” I then asked.
“Well a no, not yet,” She said looking disappointed now, “I just know it isn’t anything science knows of.”
“Nothing, nothing interesting?” I inquired.
“Well yes there are interesting things,” She said, “Like look at this.”
She grabbed a knife covered in yellowish-green blood and used it to open a previously cut incision into the body. I looked inside and saw something quite strange. This thing still had an endoskeleton.
“Nothing that we know of on earth has an endo and exoskeleton, and I honestly don’t know why an animal would have both.” She said looking up at me.
“Hmm… mind if I take a look?” I asked.
She nodded and I moved over and took the knife with my right hand. I used the knife to hold open the incision and I looked at the bone. It looked normal but I was suspicious so I set the knife down, reached in, and yanked the femur I’d been looking at out. The femur was the size it should’ve been for a normal dog, but for this creature, it was extremely undersized.
“Just as I thought,” I said, looking over at her.
“Can you explain to me what it is that you just figured out?” She asked, very confused.
“Look how small this femur is, it should be double the size for this creature, but it is the adequate size for a normal dog. The way I figure this is that during the metamorphosis that changed the dog into this thing the bones were not destroyed or changed. That’s why they are still there but not the right size.” I explained holding the bone up to her.
“I suppose that your theory makes sense,” She said after a short pause.
Day 14
Chloe sat on the bed strapping on the extra gear I was making her take. I knew I couldn’t stop her from going so I decided I would make her as safe as possible. I dug through old boxes and found my dad's old Kevlar vests. There were two so I cut one up to make guards for her arms and legs. Then I made her put on an extra coat to add one more layer of protection, as for other parts I agreed that the motorcycle helmet was the best helmet we had so she put that on.
Now she was sitting on the bed with the helmet sitting next to her while she was loading her weapons. She was bringing the semi-automatic and the sniper rifle with extra ammo for each. She also had a hunting knife strapped to her belt saying it would’ve come in handy last time. I looked at her and gave her a tight hug.
“If you don’t come back I’ll find you and teach you a lesson.” I jokingly threatened her.
She let out a giggle, “I’ll try my best.”
Again she made her outside into the blizzard. It raged on around her as it had been for days. She had to climb the almost four-foot-tall pile of snow before she could really start exploring. They’d assumed that the people who had left town wouldn’t have much food in their homes, so she planned to hit Carl’s house and the Garrison’s house today. Then check out a few other houses the next day, but right now she had to focus on simply taking the next step because anytime she stepped wrong she’d sink further into the snow. Slowly through the whipping wind and freezing snow, she walked. It was exhausting especially with her still being sore from a couple of days ago, but she continued despite the pain and weather. Despite it all she kept taking step after step after step, and the whole time the blizzard's icy claws were digging into her.
Eventually, she saw the destroyed store and walked past it, her eyes eyeing the shattered windows for any movement but nothing happened. She continued onward knowing that Carl’s house was now only a block away. She walked carefully and precisely trying not to step in the wrong place. Then she saw it. Carl’s house was a small colonial-style two-story home with a big wrap-around porch, but now it looked horrible. The door was ripped out of its hinges and two or three windows were shattered. She slid down a short snowy slope and onto the porch. Crack! One of the wooden planks that made the porch broke from under her foot and her foot slipped down. She pulled it out of the hole and slowly walked into his house.
There was a trail of snow leading in from the fallen door almost like a carpet leading her into this place. It was horrible on the inside. It reminded her of the store. Furniture was thrown every which way, some bearing deep gashes. The closest door to her had a hole going straight through it. She walked over a vast sea of shattered glass and turned into the kitchen. The granite countertops had been ripped from their places and shattered on the tiled floor. A large gash was in the door of the now fallen fridge. She walked over and kneeled down near the fridge, ripping open one of the doors. As she suspected, everything in there was frozen solid. Sitting in there was cheese, deli meat, assorted fruits and vegetables, shattered glasses of condiments, and two steaks. She grabbed everything and stuffed it all into one of the duffel bags she’d brought. Then she saw a loaf of bread lying on the ground near her and grabbed that too. She stood up and looked around the kitchen. She noticed a box of pasta sitting next to a pot on the stove. The box was full, so she grabbed it. The pot was partly melted onto the stove and frozen tomato sauce sat inside.
The picture of what had happened began to emerge in her head. Carl had likely been walking home from the store when it attacked. It chased him inside, breaking down the door and destroying everything in its path. His wife, Greta, had been making spaghetti for dinner when it happened. He ran into the kitchen and grabbed his wife with the beast following him. It destroyed the kitchen as it chased them.
Chloe pushed those thoughts from her head and opened their pantry to see if there was more food. There were lots of boxes but her eyes fell on the cans that lined the bottom of the pantry. There were dozens of them, probably a hundred or two cans. She kneeled and started eagerly grabbing the cans and putting them in the duffel bag. She even took out the cheese and pasta to make for more room.
She stopped her eager collecting when she heard a slight ticking noise. Stingers she thought and then pulled her knife from her belt in preparation. The ticking was slight and distant. It probably just walked in, she thought. With the ticking, she heard the slight creaking of the wood floor in the hall as it approached the kitchen. Then a scraping tapping sound as it began walking on the tiles. She gripped the knife tightly and got ready to stab the thing. Scr…! The stinger managed to give off a faint screech before the sharp hunting knife pierced its windpipe. She yanked the knife out of its neck severing the head from the body. Then she resheathed the knife and quietly got back to what she’d been doing. She didn’t stop until the bag was bulging then she zipped it closed and heaved it under her arm. It was heavy but she wasn’t weak.
She walked over to the front door and set the duffel bag next to it. She wanted to check out the rest of the house before she left.
She crept down the hall and into the master bedroom. It was intact, everything looked right and nothing was broken. She walked over to the dresser and started going through the drawers. Darn, just clothes. She thought as she dug her hands in shuffling the clothes around. She opened the drawer and start thrashing around the clothes when she felt something hard. She pulled a box of ammo out of the drawer. It was for the revolver she looked to see how much but it was empty.
Almost every stair on the way upstairs bore scratches and one or two were cracked. They creaked so loud she began to worry that the noise would get the stinger’s attention but nothing came. Then finally she arrived upstairs. The second floor of their house was composed of two rooms, a restroom, and his daughter Lacy’s bedroom. The bedroom door and a dresser lay on the room floor scratched and broken. The rest of the room was torn apart. The bed was shredded and a mirror lay shattered on the ground. Her eyes fell to the window which was propped open.
The rest of their story seemed to fall into place. Carl and Greta ran upstairs chased by the hound, and into Lacy’s room. They barricaded the door as the creature tried to get it, and then they all quickly slipped out of the window onto the porch roof and then to the ground. They ran to the store and bunkered there. The creature searched the whole shop but couldn’t find them. Then later the hound came back and Carl went to fight it. He told Greta and Lacy to hide in a stall and made his way to the main part of the shop. There he was killed and then dragged into the shower stall to be eaten, and at some point during that time the stingers and slugs got to Lacy and Greta.
She shivered, they’d tried so hard but it still got to them. Maybe if he’d had more bullets he could’ve survived. Thinking of the empty box and the two shots that had woken them that night.
She walked out of the bedroom and back downstairs. She found her eyes wandering around the destroyed first floor again, and it struck her that something bigger had to have done this. There was no way the deer-sized hound would have destroyed this much. She hurried over into the kitchen again and looked at the gash in the fridge. That’s too big. Way too big! She thought looking at the huge gash. She started to think about the store and the same inconsistencies began to appear in the memories. All the damage, the claw marks, the strength, it was all too much, too big, there was no way the hound had done this.
As she was thinking she noticed a doorway she hadn’t been through. Next to her was the doorway to the basement stairs with the door wide open. She peaked down and saw light down there, not much probably from a window, but it was something.
Creak! Her first step of descent was loud and made her worry again that something would hear her. She stopped and listened, but nothing. So as carefully as she could she continued. Every step was as loud as the first and every step made her jump in her skin and wait for something to happen. But after what seemed like ages she arrived at the bottom.
The basement was large with two spare bedrooms and a large storage room. She slowly walked down the hall looking into the bedrooms on both sides of her. They were bare with nothing much more than beds, so she walked forward and into the main storage room.
The storage room had large shelving units across the whole room. The shelves were partially filled with labeled boxes. She walked over to one shelf and started reading the labels. Christmas, no, I don't need that. Halloween, not that. Games, nope. Sports could be useful. She thought as she grabbed the heavy crate and set it out in front of her. She grabbed the latches on either side, undoing them and popping the lid off.
Suddenly a ripping sound erupted from another part of the basement. The ripping had a sort of wet sound to it. Chloe started to walk over to the sound far too curious not to. Screech! It came from the same direction as the ripping sound. She got the gun ready and then jumped from around a shelf not facing what was making the sound. She watched one of those hound things fully emerge from a cocoon and look over at her. A chill ran down her spine as its four eyes met hers; the two to the left were icy blue and the two to the right were dark brown. This one was also slightly smaller but much stockier than the other. Rat-a-tatatata! She released a quick barrage of bullets hoping to stop the disgusting thing, but it just started charging for her. Quickly she moved to the other side of the shelving and pushed it down. Her whole body was shaking, but she had to keep calm and keep fighting. The hound howled in pain and started cracking through the wooden shelf to get to her. She took this time to aim a good shot at its face. Rat-a-tat! She shot two quick bullets into its face. One sunk into its exoskeleton the other buried itself into one of its eyes. SCREECH!!!!! It broke through the shelf and made a quick dive toward her. It pinned her to the ground, knocking her gun away in the process. It sunk its jaws into the helmet and it started to break and crack. She started to cry. This thing was going to eat through her helmet then her face, but during this moment of panic she remembered something. She pulled the knife from her belt and stabbed it into the hound's semi-exposed underbelly. It screeched again in pain so she stabbed again. She then shoved the hurt thing off of her and dove for the gun. She felt one of its praying mantis talons slash her vest and then her upper leg, so she turned around and fired. Rat-a-tatata! She shot it four more times, one hitting its forehead, the second hitting its mouth, the third mouth as well, and the fourth badly damaged its lower jaw. Its face was covered in yellow-greenish blood and it was throwing up blood onto the floor. Just as she thought it might be dying it made a quick sprint toward her. It bit her right knee, its teeth sinking in and actually managing to make her bleed. But then crash! It shoved forward and caused her to fall on top of it. Not having a good shot she grabbed the knife and started stabbing anywhere she could until it finally stopped fighting.
She lay there catching her breath until finally she stood up. Her vision was disrupted by the cracks in the helmet’s visor. She tore the helmet off and threw it down onto the dying hound. Even as it lay there it still tried to get toward her and attack her. She thought about executing it but decided that would just be a waste of a bullet and in a weird way she found its attempts to attack entertaining.
The sports crate she’d opened earlier didn’t have much use. It contained a few balls and two or three different types of rackets. She continued looking through the shelves until she found a box labeled camping. She slid it off the shelf and onto the floor, undid the latches, and popped the lid off. Inside the box were all sorts of goodies. At the top of the box were two big mummy sleeping bags. She pulled those out to see fire starters, water purifiers, bug spray, sunscreen, a small tent, utensils, pots and pans, and a large hatchet. Excitedly she grabbed her other duffel bag and moved everything from the crate into it.
She heaved the duffel bag under her arm and carried it back upstairs. She set it next to the other and turned around. She wanted to check one more place before she left the house. She walked across the house and to the backdoor pushing it open and looking outside. In their backyard half buried in snow was a shed. She hurried over to the shed through the deep snow. The doors were almost completely covered in snow and she knew she wouldn't be spending the whole day shoveling. Luckily there was a small window near the top of the shed. She gave it one good kick and the window popped open. She slid through the hole and dropped down into the shed.
The shed was small with very little inside. There was a lawn mower and a few tools but that was it. The one thing that did catch her eye was a small wooden sled with a rope tied to the front. She picked it up thinking how much easier it would make carrying the bags.
Chloe carefully shoved the sled through the window frame and then squeezed through herself. She carried the sled into the house, used tape to keep the bags secure on it, and then started pulling the sled back towards home. Carl’s house was near the top of a small hill, so for a short couple of seconds, she rode the sled as it slid down the icy slope. It made her feel like a little kid and she wished it would have lasted longer.
After a long walk through the blizzard she arrived home tired and her face feeling like it was freezing off. Gretchen hugged her the moment she walked in.
“Are you ok? We thought we heard gunshots.” She said a little worried.
“You did… I had to kill another hound thing. Just like the one in the tub. The armor worked like a charm though, I hardly felt its bite.” Chloe said motioning to the rip in her pants around the knee.
“Oh shoot you bleeding,” Gretchen said looking at her leg.
Chloe looked down to see a cut on her thigh and a few small nicks on her knee.
I sat in bed. I'd just heard Chloe come in and I waited patiently for her to come down. After a couple of minutes, I heard footsteps come downstairs and start creeping down the hall. Then I saw her face poke in from around the door. She smiled and walked in when she saw I was awake.
“Hi babe, how are you feeling?” She asked, taking a seat next to me.
“I mean my hand still hurts like heck, but yeah I’m fine.” I joked.
She smiled, “Seriously though, are you feeling alright?” She asked.
“I’m feeling fine,” I lied trying to get her to stop worrying.
“I want to hear about everything that happened,” I said sitting up.
So she told me everything that happened, even her theory on what exactly happened to Carl and his family.
“Did they have a dog?” She asked me after finishing her story.
“Yeah… a pitbull I think,” I replied, trying my best to remember the odd times when Carl talked about his dog.
“That explains it, that hound was a lot stockier than the one you shot.” She said, “Also it destroyed the helmet so I need a new one before I go to the Garrison’s house.”
I gave her a worried look, “Do you need to go?” I asked.
“YES!” She insisted, “We don’t know what happened to them, and I’d like to find a little more food.”
“But do we need more food?” I asked, “You got a lot of cans.”
“Joey, this has already been going on for two weeks. Who knows how long it will last? More preparation never hurts.” She argued, sounding a little angry now.
“Ok… Ok… Just be safe,” I told her and gave her a big hug.
Gretchen found an arguably better helmet in the garage, a big metal welding helmet. It fit Chloe almost perfectly, and as a backup, she wore two thick hoods to protect the back of her head. She had a very bad feeling this time, as she stood there by the door she couldn’t help but shake. She wanted someone to come with her, and as big Herman came over to say his goodbyes she had an idea.
She marched through the deep snow with Herman atop the sled she pulled. She’d try to have him follow on foot, but the snow was just too high and he kept getting stuck. But she didn’t care that he was just extra weight because she was just happy that she wasn’t facing this alone. She slowly made her way down the street, the blizzard more relentless than ever. It seemed to her the longer the blizzard continued the stronger it was becoming. The snow continued to pound down on top of her slowly wearing down her will to continue, but it didn’t stop her. She took one step after another after another. She was starting to tire and the pain of the injuries was beginning to wear on her. But every time she seemed to slow Herman would give a little woof, and she would keep on going.
The snow had become so hard to see through that more than an outstretched hand was invisible to her. Her vision was so bad she didn’t know the group of crawlers and slugs were there until she was practically right on top of them
Meanwhile…
“Hey, we should probably start clearing the driveway now,” Gretchen said suddenly to her mom while they both sat at the kitchen table.
“That’s probably a wise idea,” Our mother said with a smile.
Gretchen and Mom began their efforts with large snow shovels. Gretchen did most of the work as Mom had to take frequent breaks. They shoveled and shoveled as the day wore on going over their work with salt so as to not let more snow accumulate. Gretchen was exhausted from the work, but she continued nonetheless. She kept digging ad digging until she heard the shovel scrape concrete then she moved to the next section. Despite the cold, they were both dripping with sweat.
I sat by the window watching them work while the boys played. I so wanted to go help but knew I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything but sit and watch them work. I felt horrible as I watched, and then my mind started thinking of Chloe. I pulled out the walkie and pressed the button to talk.
The first thing Chloe heard was Screech! The stinger was right in front of her clearly just as surprised by her as she was of it. But it wasn’t alone from her restricted view; it looked like there were about 10 stingers and 3 or so slugs.
She tried to raise her gun but they were scattering around far too quickly. Then she heard a ripping noise as one of them drove a stinger into her boot. She pulled out the hunting knife and made quick work of the stinger. Two more stingers were charging straight for her and one was coming from her left. Before she could do anything the snow under the two erupted and they were dragged down into it. She wasn’t able to see what it was and she began to shake as it did the same thing to the one coming from her left. In a sudden panic, she turned around to see the sled empty with a hole in the snow right next to it. She let out a small cry whatever was under the snow had gotten Herman and the stingers, but there was no time for mourning as more of the stingers began coming for her. Again the snow erupted under them but this time she got a better look. Whatever was under the snow was big and white. She got the gun as the thing took out the rest of the slugs and stingers. She assumed it was coming for her next. She hurried and jumped atop the sled so it couldn’t take her down easily. She stood there ready to fight whatever monster thing had gotten everything. Horrible images of twisted spider mole creatures flew through her head. Suddenly the snow next to the sled exploded open and she saw the large white beast jump out of the snow and on top of her. She closed her eyes expecting to feel teeth begin to sink down, but after a second she heard a lapping sound. She opened her eyes to see Herman on top of her licking her helmet. She smiled and let out a laugh.
“Good boy!” She said encouragingly.
Herman was completely covered in snow; he looked more like a polar bear than a dog. She brushed some of it off but didn’t bother to do much. She helped the big dog back onto the sled and continued forward. She walked another block before she finally saw her destination to her right was the Garrison’s large house broken and beaten from obvious attacks. It stood there somehow feeling more eerie than the surrounding houses. She stepped onto the wooden porch and there was a loud creak. Ever so more carefully she and Herman crept across the porch and into the house. If only they’d known what they were about to walk into.
2023.06.09 20:08 5aladknuckle5 IM not a hoarder, YOURE a hoarder!
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2023.06.09 20:07 DimDeez You probably wonder how I got here
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2023.06.09 20:04 CP4-Throwaway REVISED: Reasons why _ borns are definitely Generation _ By Life Stages: Analysis (Series #2: Reasons why 1976 borns are definitely Generation X)
 | Here's the original: https://www.reddit.com/generationology/comments/ni6poo/reasons_why_borns_are_definitely_generation_by/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf submitted by CP4-Throwaway to generationology [link] [comments] Reasons why 1976 borns are definitely Generation XLife stages (these are not objective life stages but just what's going to be used for this analysis):0-4 = Unconscious child 4-10 = Conscious child 10-18 = Adolescent (child by legality) 18-34 = Young adult 34-50 = Average adult 50-65 = Middle-aged adult 65+ = Old adult/elderly (not needed since this cohort will not reach that stage until 2041) Life Stage #1: Unconscious child = c. 1976-1980 https://preview.redd.it/q9d6uedu715b1.png?width=1080&format=png&auto=webp&s=008c72ad502961ec5b01f97489ae7e455fac53da They were born during the peak of the baby bust, years after Roe v. Wade, so there were many abortions and unwanted pregnancies going on during their birth period. They were born during the Ford administration but were mostly an unconscious child during the Carter administration and didn't become conscious until the time Ronald Reagan was running for president. Their unconscious childhood years took place during the late 1970's, when technology was advancing with the releases of the Apple II computer (1977ish), the first true home video game console: the Atari 2600 (1977), and the Walkman (1979). It also provided many popular movies such as Jaws (1976), the first two Star Wars movies in the original trilogy (1977-1980), and Grease (1978). The 1976 election, the summer '77 NYC blackouts, Jonestown massacre (1978), Iran hostage crisis (1979-1981), and the 1980 election occurred during that those years. Also, there were many cases of missing children in that time period, which would be the catalyst for things changing in the following years as the 80s emerged. They were unwanted babies (for the most part) during a crappy economy when the average-aged parents (most likely old Baby Boomers) were prolonging children because of the financial state of the US. That sounds firmly Generation X to me. Age 0 - 1976/1977 Age 1 - 1977/1978 Age 2 - 1978/1979 Age 3 - 1979/1980 Age 4 - 1980 Life stage #2: Conscious child = c. 1980-1986 https://preview.redd.it/w1xzg8e4815b1.png?width=765&format=png&auto=webp&s=b5b0724430f0cdb7be604748544b6b2acaa15d9e They were a conscious child throughout the 1980s, specifically the early-mid portion of the decade. Their first memory occurred around the 1980 election and John Lennon's assassination. They were children during a very transitional time in America, when the economy went into a recession before skyrocketing in the mid 80s, television took a turn to become more family-oriented and more focused on the well-being of children, with an improving kids television (since I consider the '70s to be the dark ages for kid cartoons, no offense to '70s kids) that would begin the 3 decade-long Golden Age period for child-centered cartoons and sitcoms (1980's, 1990's, and even the 2000's). A lot happened during their childhood as well. Things like Reagan being inaugurated (being children during the Reagan administration is impactful enough tbh), the early 80s recession and the end of stagflation, the 1983 video game crash, Grenada invasion, the 1984 election, the advent of WrestleMania, the Challenger explosion, and Chernobyl. Of course, a '76er got the best of Michael Jackson in their childhood (compared to my previous thread where the '68er got the best of Michael Jackson in their adolescence). They also probably spent a lot of time outside unsupervised (hence, a "latchkey kid"). This childhood experience sounds extremely Generation X to me, although particularly late-wave. Age 4 - 1980/1981 Age 5 - 1981/1982 Age 6 - 1982/1983 Age 7 - 1983/1984 Age 8 - 1984/1985 Age 9 - 1985/1986 Age 10 - 1986 Life stage #3: Adolescent = c. 1986-1994 https://preview.redd.it/9tqsp7c8815b1.png?width=1200&format=png&auto=webp&s=db8b92227adddd4809e0892f08a63040d1a0b088 Their adolescence started with the Golden Age of hip hop that would occur well into the '90s. They pretty much experienced the best that rap had to offer in their adolescence. It was also around the time that New Wave was being taken over by hair metal, metal rock, glam metal, and New Jack Swing. Boy bands became more prominent in their adolescence compared to childhood (the only notable group was New Edition), with new boy bands like New Kids on the Block, Boys II Men, Take That, and a few others (although the boy band genre didn't truly break out until their young adulthood). Also, rap became mainstream once they entered high school with Vanilla Ice's hit Ice Ice Baby and MC Hammer's hit Can't Touch This. Their adolescence saw a different kind of Michael Jackson. A kind that became more global, more multi-tasked and creative (although his '80s hits were still the best of all time), much lighter (due to his vitiligo starting to really creep up after the Pepsi commercial incident), and much more child-centric (he opened up Neverland). Their adolescence saw events like the Fall of the Berlin Wall, truly ending the Cold War, despite the USSR collapse officially ending it, the Rodney King beatings followed by the LA riots (race wars were really prevalent back then like it is now), the WTC bombings, and of course the 1992 election that would be a huge change in generational powers (Boomers finally took control of the White House as the GI's passed the torch to their offspring generation). Video games experienced a boom during their adolescence after the video economy bounced back thanks to Nintendo. The NES, Sega Genesis, Gameboy, and eventually the SNES really helped bring video games to a new height. They would also be high school students during the peak of grunge (roughly 1991-1994, during their sophomore-senior years) so they would be huge fans (and probably the peak audience) of grunge and its culture. They would also be graduating seniors at the time of Kurt Cobain's death, ending the peak of grunge and also their adolescence as they come of age in a post-Cobain world. Very stereotypically Xer. Age 10 - 1986/1987 Age 11 - 1987/1988 Age 12 - 1988/1989 Age 13 - 1989/1990 Age 14 - 1990/1991 Age 15 - 1991/1992 Age 16 - 1992/1993 Age 17 - 1993/1994 Age 18 - 1994 Life stage #4: Young adulthood = c. 1994-2010 https://preview.redd.it/ua26ofpd815b1.png?width=970&format=png&auto=webp&s=20276210095894043cd20ddeb2877c352cbf34b5 Their young adulthood was filled with more culture wars in the beginning and more huge events. Their young adulthood saw the events of the OJ Simpson trial, the assassinations of both Tupac Shakur and Christopher Wallace (a.k.a. the Notorious B.I.G.), truly putting an end to the Golden Age of hip hop, the death of Princess Diana, the Monica Lewinsky scandal, the Columbine shooting, the Y2K bug followed by the Millennium celebrations, the actual turn of the millennium, the 2000 election, 9/11, the birth of TSA, beginning of the Afghan and Iraq wars, the establishment of Homeland security, the SARS pandemic, Hurricane Katrina, the Great Recession, the 2008 election, and ending with the H1N1 pandemic. They experienced a lot in their young adulthood. Not to mention that they were young adults during the biggest technological booms in history (although their adolescence had the birth of the World Wide Web and the Web 1.0 internet. Their young adulthood witnessed the rise of the internet at age 18/19 with the birth of Windows 95 that would help commercialize the internet worldwide, the birth of smartphones at age 30/31 with the release of the iPhone in 2007 which would change how humans interact with technology, and the takeover of digital technology. The internet really went from being a luxury to a necessity. Culturally, their young adulthood saw the peak of boy bands with the likes of *NSYNC (whom includes fellow '76 cohort JC Chasez), Backstreet Boys, 98 Degrees (whom includes fellow '76 cohort Drew Lachey), Westlife, B2K, Hanson, Take That, O-Town, Blink-182 (if they count), etc. They also experienced the slow decline in quality of rap during their young adulthood from Dr. Dre in 1994 to Lil Wayne in 2010. Their young adulthood also had R&B, post-grunge, Nu Metal, alternative genres, teen pop, dance pop, crunk, ringtone/McBling rap, etc. Their young adulthood also witnessed the Golden Age of video games with the first three PlayStations, Dreamcast, N64, first two Xboxes, Gamecube, PSP, NDS, etc, as well as the Golden Age of many sitcoms (at least from the '90s and early-mid '00s) with the likes of FRIENDS (which started when they just entered adulthood), Seinfeld, Family Matters, the Sopranos, the Wire, the Bernie Mac Show, the George Lopez Show, and many other sitcoms. They would start raising children as the new millennium approached, with their main crop of children being born throughout the 2000s decade. Age 18 - 1994/1995 Age 19 - 1995/1996 Age 20 - 1996/1997 Age 21 - 1997/1998 Age 22 - 1998/1999 Age 23 - 1999/2000 Age 24 - 2000/2001 Age 25 - 2001/2002 Age 26 - 2002/2003 Age 27 - 2003/2004 Age 28 - 2004/2005 Age 29 - 2005/2006 Age 30 - 2006/2007 Age 31 - 2007/2008 Age 32 - 2008/2009 Age 33 - 2009/2010 Age 34 - 2010 Life stage #5: Average adulthood = c. 2010-present https://preview.redd.it/dbaq2h1g815b1.png?width=1296&format=png&auto=webp&s=7707ca55fcff89a26012dddf23f84e7928df881b They were no longer in their core prominence of providing entertainment for the youth anymore and were just the average adults. They are still currently in this life stage as they have yet to hit 50 (which they will by 2026) but a lot happened in this small time, like the culture wars in America, many political movements and school shootings (such as Sandy Hook and Parkland, which they heavily have to worry about since their kids were the main group of students for those events), the 2016 election, Trump impeachment, and the COVID-19 pandemic. There is not much to say about their average adulthood as it is ongoing but a lot has happened during that time. Their kids are also starting to grow up during this time so this is the period where they will start to feel "old". Age 34 - 2010/2011 Age 35 - 2011/2012 Age 36 - 2012/2013 Age 37 - 2013/2014 Age 38 - 2014/2015 Age 39 - 2015/2016 Age 40 - 2016/2017 Age 41 - 2017/2018 Age 42 - 2018/2019 Age 43 - 2019/2020 Age 44 - 2020/2021 (currently) Age 45 - 2021 (currently) Good representations of the 1976 cohort: The late Chadwick Boseman Ryan Reynolds Candace Cameron-Bure Blake Shelton Reese Witherspoon Benedict Cumberbatch Johnathan Brandis Peyton Manning Rick Ross Chester Bennington Andrea Barber Alicia Silverstone Gabriel Iglesias Stephanie McMahon Anna Faris Jaleel White Ja Rule Tim Duncan Rashida Jones Freddie Prinze, Jr. Melissa Joan Hart Bobby Lashley Cam'ron |