Lahat ng Kabanata ng Soul Eaters: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

There was whispering around the room that had my gut tightening. Not only did they not believe me, but they were doubting my ability to continue leading. "Look." I clapped my hands to get their attention. Everyone's eyes snapped to me, and I could see the skepticism shining like little beacons of doubt haunting me. "I don't know how this is going to end. But I'd rather try and fail than sit around doing nothing. My husband is one of those creatures and I'll be damned if I let my boys get taken as well. If you don't believe me, then fine! I don't need you to believe me. I'm just asking you think twice before actually killing one of those things in hopes that we can change them back. That's all!" Silence blared through the room again and I didn't know if it was because I got through to them or if it was because they decided it was best not to argue with a crazy person. I didn't know and frankly, I didn't care. With all the excitement from earlier and then this little fun get-togethe

"So, what do you wanna do, boss?" Craig asked. I raised my eyes at the boss comment but didn't correct him. "Any ideas on a safe place to bed down tonight?" I asked them. Craig opened his mouth then snapped it shut again. He gave a sly look towards Cynthia before he answered. Cynthia looked deep in conversation with Erin and Benjamin, but from her body language I didn't believe for one second that she was ignorant to our conversation. Mouthing the word 'later' both men fell silent and didn't comment on it.Tossing around several ideas we ended up rejecting more than we considered. "What about that?" Gerald piped up in the conversation for the first time. His voice caused me to jump a foot in the air. Last, I had seen he was still sleeping. We had given him a pain pill for the wound on his arm and he had passed out shortly before we had hit the Four Corners. Like a beacon of safety, a large outcropping jutted skyward practically screaming that it was the perfect solution to the si

A sense of hopelessness swept over me as we stood staring at the skewed line of cars blocking every open space on the road into Albuquerque. The day had dawned clear once again. The brilliant rays of the sun shining down sending a false promise of hope. But as those same joyful rays glistened on the car rooves, they revealed just how impossible the task ahead of us would be. "So now what, oh fearless leader?" Cynthia snarled at me in a hushed undertone. I turned my angry heated glare on her and gave her the same growl back. "Now... we walk." "Are you freaking kidding me?" she asked in horror. "No. But once again you are very much welcome to just leave," I informed her brightly with a hopeful smile. Once she had gone up for her watch last night, we'd all sat around the camp fire and, as quietly as possible, proceeded to have a heated debate as to whether or not she should be allowed to tag along. Sweet little Erin was her biggest supporter and with Benjamin trying his best to wi

He let out a breath of relief then shook his head. "I swear by the time this whole thing is over, I'm going to either be hyper alert… or have died of a heart attack along the way." With my own heart obstinately refusing to stop pounding, I nodded in complete agreement.We trudged further inside the door and drew to a horrified halt once again. The room was a large morbid mural of death stretching out from wall to wall. The floor was not only littered with broken glass and bent metal; body parts were strewn across the floor. And as if the scene itself was not terrifying enough, I looked down and found a dismembered arm right where I would have put my foot down next. I knew I was about to be sick. I raced back out the door and bent over a bush, retching. The images in my head played over and over again like a movie on a loop. Even though I actually hadn't stepped on the arm my mind kept playing what it would have felt and sounded like.A bottle of water was shoved into my hand, and I ga

Worse, they had seen us as well. With their loud inhuman screams, that was sure to call all Eaters in a two-mile radius, they began to stagger towards us. We stumbled away from the window with our eyes still glued to the horrendous sight. The Eater's began to press against it testing the resistance. Our horror turned to outright terror when we realized that the window would never hold under such a bombardment. As long as the shivering metal door blocked our retreat, we were more trapped than ever before. "Fuck!" Craig cursed in frustration. My sentiments exactly, I thought silently. "Alright, you got any bright ideas? 'Cause I'm all out." I continued to look around for inspiration, yet in the end I was still forced to shake my head. It was in that moment that I caught sight of the ceiling grate. No. It was a stupid idea. It was insane and suicidal. But it was probably the only choice we had left. "Air ducts," I tossed out before changing my mind. He tore his eyes away from