Chapter 25 - 21: Ironic Poetry (1/2)
If there was anything to describe the faces of Alice and her group it would be pure horror. They had only come into contact with John when he was actively controlling one of his zombies but they hadn't expected his appearance to have changed so drastically from the moment he died.
The entire room was silent to the point you could hear the only fly in the room buzzing from the kitchen. Of course, they hadn't run back to Alexia's house it was sure to be crawling with feds and police officers after they escaped and none of the other's houses were a safe bet either. So they went to the only option they had left which was Alexia's contact who had helped her track down John in the first place, Allen Stewart.
He had helped Alexia throughout her career as an FBI agent and later as a hacker helping Alice when she was in the field. Although his job in the NSA took him through many bumpy roads in life and even cost him the life of his wife and daughter which luckily Alexia helped him through. Later on in life, his well-known depression climaxed and he attempted to kill himself to only survive and become an anti-social hermit with a thing for an upcoming apocalypse that everyone just ignored him for.
Sitting next to Alexia and watching the news with everyone he whispered, ”And like a demonic messenger blowing a horn, a monster made from bones of man and wings of the demon will appear to sound the end of all that lives on all worlds.”
Everyone now averted their gaze of the new reporting of the monstrous skeleton figure that vanished into its own shadow back to Allen who was unaware of his ability to successfully whisper. Although he worked in a formal environment such as the NSA after retirement he let himself go and now resembled that of an old Asian hippy.
Alexia lean over and put a hand on his shoulder and softly asked, ”Allen what did you just say?”
Allen looking down and thinking hard while looking back at his hands he quickly stood up and said, ”We have to get out of here quickly! Everyone except Jacob get to my RV outback get it started while me and him grab a few boxes from my bas.e.m.e.nt.”
”What's going on uncle Al? Do you think that was John.” Lana had asked Allen feeling spooked by his sudden outburst.
All the Thomsons knew him as the calm type even after he was informed of Alexia and her group's current predicament he stayed calm and let them reside in his home after their escape. Although this was the case, Alexia had seen him this tense once before, and it was when his family had used as leverage to get him to lie in court which he knew would result in the same outcome.
He grabbed the keys to the RV off the key hooks and tossed them to Alice before looking back and saying loudly, ”Everyone get your assess to the damn RV now before it's too late.”
Everyone was shocked for a moment before obeying his commands. Jacob ran to the door leading to the bas.e.m.e.nt and quickly opened it revealing pitch-black abyss. Jacob was hesitant at first but when Allen rushed past him and quickly went down the stairs and flipped a switch he was shocked. Within the bas.e.m.e.nt were many notes pinned to the walls with different colored strings leading across the room to other notes.
Allen quickly ran over to a group of stacked boxes and signaled Jacob to grab one and said, ”Evidence.”
Jacob looked around with confusion and asked, ”Evidence of what?”
”Evidence that what the badass looking Skeletor in Paris just said was true which means what I've been trying to tell everyone for the past few decades was true and we're about to be anally destroyed by something we might not be able to stop,” Allen said hastily while walking back up the stairs with six boxes in tow.
Jacob quickly grabbing the remaining five boxes and quickly gave haste behind Allen with a look of confusion and well-displayed concern.