The End: Story Two - In the Heartland Part 3 By: David K. Montoya


The End:Story Two
In the Heartland Part 3
By: David K. Montoya

Renee was the closest to me. She chuckled and asked if I finally had enough of the cold weather. At first I didn’t understand how everyone able to just stare at me. As I looked around the room I noticed my reflection in a large mirror that hung over the fireplace. Awestruck by what I saw, I walked past everyone straight to the mirror. It reflected a normal man; there were no signs of the “sickness.” Was there some weird way I was able to change between an Unlucky and a regular person? I’d have to investigate this further, but that could wait. I turned toward everyone with a smile and told them that I had indeed had enough of the cold weather.


I waited for some time until all of the lights in the house were off. I checked each room to make sure that everyone was fast asleep, even though I hadn’t thought of an excuse as to why I was peeking into someone’s room if I happened to find them awake.

I came to the next to last door. When I looked inside my stomach violently knotted--I saw that Renee and Arturo were together in the same bed. Several disturbing thoughts ran through my head, many of which I could have carried out with ease, but instead I slowly closed the door and moved on. I tried to go down the stairs as fast as I could while at the same time doing my best not to create any unwanted noise. Once I got to the living room I found Vince passed out on the couch. He had his shotgun across his belly, with his left hand clenched around the sawed-off handle. In the other hand I noticed an empty wine jug. Vince must have had a little too much to drink.

I held my breath as I moved quietly past Vince. I smiled inwardly and thought to myself that getting to the second barn without being noticed would be easier than I had originally expected. But when I reached the front door, Vince began to move and I could imagine him waking up and blowing a hole through me, so I swiftly made my way out of the house.

Once outside I ran from the house up to a dirt road that led up to the garden. The farther I got from the house the more I felt an odd sense of freedom. If it were not for my son and sister, I believe that I may have run straight past the barn and out onto the main road without looking back. I ran past the first barn and saw the bus that we drove from Ely. I doubled back and headed up to the vehicle. I forced open the doors and climbed inside. I was unbelievably surprised to find that nothing had been touched; even the pile of used bloody towels from my son’s gun shot wound was still there. I went to the back of the bus and found the fire axe that I took from the school. I tucked it behind my belt for safe keeping. Before I went back outside I checked the gas gauge; there was still half of a tank so they must have parked it and walked away, leaving everything untouched. I got off the bus, closed the doors behind me and made sure it didn’t appear like anything had been disturbed.

I got back on the dirt road and started up toward the garden. A short time later I arrived at the old wooden gate that divided the main land from the crops. I heaved the aged barrier open and went inside. I was instantly engulfed by the vegetation. I felt like I was inside a Stephen King novel as a full moon hung overhead and the crisp smooth wind caused the corn stocks to sway. With all of the elements combined, I noticed that my pace had slowed down to a cautious walk. The silence strained my nerves, but I knew it was all in my head. I tried to concentrate on something else and the more I did the more I felt an increased feeling of evil surrounded me. I walked faster through the fields while my heart felt like it was going to explode from my chest—a feeling that I did not quite understand. It wasn’t from the physical activity of running through a field—It was more from the excitement. The thought of a possibly bloody massacre between me and whatever lurked behind those crops quickly replaced any fear that I felt.

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