crimson, chapter thirteen

Pamela had found a black marker and was writing names on the doors, one bedroom was for the

younger kids and one for the Lethanial, Jessica, jack, Tara, Kate, bobby, Clive and she had a room with molly. The tenth and biggest room she labelled storage for all of the items that Kate and the teens had gone for. Tanisha and the two babies were in a make shift play pen whist Tara and Pamela cleaned out the fridge and cupboards of any food that had gone off. Pamela had found pictures of the owner and his family and put them away into one of the draws. An hour and a half later Kate, bobby and the teens had returned and began unloading the shopping from the bus. Jack and Clive had been working on hooking up the fuel boat to the yacht for half an hour and were now done and covered in grease, so they were helping to bring in the boxes of things onto the boat. “I’ve set up a room to put them in for now” Pamela told Kate as she brought the first box on board and pointed her to the room. “That’s great thanks’” Kate replied as she walked down the hall to the storage room. It took them a while to get everything loaded and the mist was getting closer, it had already reached the dock and was slowly creeping along the jetty leaving them little time. Once they were ready to leave Clive and Kate went to the bridge and started the engine, slowly they steered out of the dock and out of the harbour. Jack and bobby had gone to the back of the boat to keep an eye on the fuel tanker to make sure that it was towing ok. Once they were clear of land they looked back to see everything vanish from sight into a mist of darkening redness. All that was visible now was the sway of the ocean as is washed into the rolling mist.

Finally they had left the land and crimson watched as they floated away. Now that the land was his he began to devour all of the non natural items leaving only nature in his wake. He took the cars, the buildings and the roads and returned the land to its original state of being. It would take him some time to remove everything from the planet and cleanse the air restoring it back to its former glory. He had already cleared the oceans from ships and oil platforms. There were still a few submarines that he could not consume as they remained submerged, they would have to surface sooner or later and he would get them when they did. Crimson devoured city after city, town after town and everything in between. Keeping an eye on the boat, he covered the land from their view. He rolled above the surface of the water pushing the survivors further away. Keeping them away from the land gave him the freedom of destruction without putting them at risk. He could not devour them but they could still be hurt and killed by accident. He left them alone for days but still could be seen at a distance. From watching them he had learned that as he learned about them they learned about him, when they slept they had a connection to him which he had not come across before. No sleep for crimson yet but the survivors rested as they floated on the liquid unknown of their future. Each and every one of them dreamed the same confusing and torturous events. This time they understood slightly more of their dreams, what had happened to the rest of the human race and the animals. They even understood how old crimson was and where he had come from, but still they did not understand why they had survived and what was to become of them. In their dreams they were crimson crawling out of the earth again, this time when they devoured the life they saw DNA strands instead of the body. They felt themselves growing larger and covering the land. Having no control over their actions they could only watch as the mist demolished everything from sight. They saw their own homes and things disappearing from view, pictures of their family and all that they knew gone forever.