The Feud In The Town

Suspense Stories | Aug 5, 2015 | 6 min read
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Suspense Stories

The Feud In The Town

Owen Grady walked into the bedroom of his farmhouse and saw the body propped up against the wall. The body was once that of Kyle Pitcher the librarian who succumbed to the infectious spray about a week ago.
The spray was the brainchild of Cri-Corp; the guys who now run the country. It was promoted as a new and cleaner chemical for farmers to put on their crops. The spray was a red colour but as soon as it touched the crops it would fade to a white, a glowy white. If you're around it for too long then it drives you crazy and murderous.
Kyle had a perfect circle placed in the middle of his forehead with dried dark blood marked around it leaving a trail down to his chin. One of his eyes was looking up and just showing white whilst the other locked onto Owens.
He took his handkerchief, wiped his brow then stuffed it back in his back pocket before he grabbed his rifle and stomped towards his door.

He opened the front door which was in front of a huge field of tall crops. There was a rustling noise followed by a wailing, laughter. Owen's eyes traced over his field and then fired his gun in the air.
The rustling stopped.
He looked over to a patch in the crops that had been parted by a figure. "Hey, hey you there stop!" The patch began moving towards Owen and the wailing starts again.
"I'm armed!" Owen raises his rifle. "I'll blow your ass away to kingdom come!"
The crops folded sideways as the figure picked up the pace.
Owen begins to back off. The wailing gets more insane. He backs off to his red, rusted pick up truck. He throws the rifle onto the passenger seat then hops in himself.
"Ain't no place for me here anymore." He turned the ignition just as the figure escaped the crops. Owen is shocked to see who it was; Miss Burling the English teacher. Her once beautiful features were now twisted and creaky. One eye is bloodshot and the other is hanging from it's ligaments. Drool hangs off her chin and she bares her bloodied teeth at Owen.
Miss Burling dragged her broken leg and truched towards the truck whilst holding a bloodied pitchfork. Owen grimmaces at the bone protruding from her leg.
The truck starts up and sputters and farts into gear before it speeds off and into Miss Burlings shoulder, sending her flying eight feet into the air and landing on the dried mud below. Owen didn't even want to look in the mirror to see if she's dead. 'She had to be after that' he thought.

Meanwhile at that same time about fifteen minutes away from Owens encounter with Miss Burling, a couple of people sit in a diner eating their hamburgers and hot dogs and anything else you'd find in a place like that. The name was 'Sticky Stan's Hut' with the tagline reading 'If it's good enough for Stan - then it's good enough for the clan' alongside a giant yellow circle with a smiley face.
Amanda and Louise, two bored waitresses, wait at the grill for the next dishes to go out. Louise plays with chewing gum between her teeth while Amanda has her cheeks in her hands leaning forward on the desk.
"17 up" grumbled the Andy the chef as he placed down two plates of greasy delights. Amanda takes it out to the two waiting 50.000 pound truckers armed with knives and forks.
Andy goes to plate something else up but is interrupted by the back door swinging open and bouncing off the wall. Two siblings run in, wide eyed and terrified.
"Help! Somebody!" bellowed the boy, Caleb.
Everyone hushed and turned to them. Calebs sister, Mercy stood next to him.
"Please, our Dad is trying to kill us."
Louise unties her apron, throws it aside and kneels before the children.
"Can you calm down and start from the beginning?"
Caleb is out of breath so Mercy again takes center stage.
"A couple of hours ago he went out to the barn and we just sat and watched TV and then the next thing we knew he charged at us and threw Caleb to the wall." She points to her head. "He grabbed a clump of my hair to pull me closer to him but we managed to escape."
Louise takes the kids by the hands and walks to the doors. Andy sticks his head out of the door. "Hey what the hell?! Do you want me to get Stan in here?" Louise continues through the front door. Amanda looks to him and then unties her apron and follows them out of the cafe but not before flipping Andy off and mouthing 'Fuck you' at him.

Outside the sun pours down on the four walkers; two children walking alongside two teenagers. Around the side of the cafe, screaming and brandishing a scythe was Caleb and Mercy's Dad. He bellows their names.
"CALEB! MERCY! GET BACK HERE AND GET WHAT YOU DESERVE, YOU LITTLE SHITS!"
The children turn and run with the waitresses closely behind.
"I SEE YOU! BRING YOUR LITTLE FRIENDS! THEY DESERVE IT TOO!"
Along the side of them is a cornfield standing at roughly 5'7 and hopefully tall enough to hide the four petrified people.
They jump over fallen cornstalks and slip through the wet mud but begin to pick up the pace as the sound of cornstalks being slashed apart by a scythe beats down on their eardrums.
They duck and hide.
"YOU THINK YOU'VE LOST ME?! I'M GONNA GET YOU!"
The scythe swings rapidly left to right. Bits of branch fly through the air as he stomps through.

Owen Grady switches on his radio and tunes it into an elderly man preaching. He passes numerous cars overturned on the road. A couple of crows are picking at the chard bodies of the drivers.
His back windscreen slides open and Miss Burling screams through making Owen nearly join the rest of the bodies on the road. He regains control of the car but with the added difficulty of keeping Miss Burling at bay.

She manages to get an arm through and her long fingers grab hold of his neck and begins to tighten slowly.
He buckles his seat belt and slams on the breaks sending Miss Burling through the back windscreen completely and then out onto the front, taking the glass with her.
Owen catches his breath and rubs the blood away from the cut she made on his neck. Her eyeball hangs off his dashboard.

She jumps on the front of his car and climbs up through to him. He smacks her in the face with the butt of his rifle which sends her back to the road. Without thinking, he puts the truck into gear and drives over Miss Burling.
He drives on.

Scarecrows have now fallen down into the cornfield but ten minutes has gone by and Amanda, Louise, Caleb and Mercy all huddle around low.
"I haven't heard him for sometime. I think we should make a move." suggests Amanda.
Louise shrugs. "We're near the main road, we must be...what, over halfway through the field?"
Mercy listens out "Ssh I think I hear something."
Louise unfolds her legs and slowly crouches up. She peeks up over the top of the field.
"I can't see any -"
Her blood sprays over the remaining three as her body drops in front of them. They scream and get up running.
"I KNEW I'D GET TO YOU!"
Amanda gets the motivation going as she takes their hands in each of hers and runs them through the field "JUST KEEP RUNNING, DON'T LOOK BACK!" she manages through tears, tears of fear and tears of sadness for her friend.
The children's Dad stomps through the field, laughing maniacally as he swings the scythe.
The sound of an engine makes their hearts flutter. The engine belonging to a rusty, red pick up truck.
Amanda pulls the children into the road and waves down the truck.
Owen pulls aside and waves them in.
The children's father runs out of the field and darts towards the truck.
"Come on, get in!"
The children hop in the back and Amanda barely makes it in. She ducks under a swing of the scythe.
Owen drives them away. Away from the crazed Dad.

Further up the road, the four of them feel the need to break the silence.
Owen calls back to them.
"Are you three hurt?"
Amanda shakes her head. The children are crying and shaking with fear.
Owen sits back in his seat.
"You'll be alright.....it's gonna be okay."
Amanda wipes her tears away.
"Where are we going?"
Owen looks ahead of him at the horizon then at the three of them in the rear view mirror.
"I don't know."
He shakes his head.
"I just don't know."

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