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Bad Guys Need Flowers - Pt. 6
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Sally meowed.

Cal: “I think that means a storm is coming.”

Midnight: “No shit.”

Cal and Rog looked to Midnight, stunned by this vulgar revelation.

Midnight: “Get over it, and go find some weapons.”

Far above, in the corners of the cavernous hall, swarms of darkness began to move down the wall. What appeared to be shadows were scorpions, and what appeared to be scorpions were scorpions’ shadows. It would have been confusing, if it weren’t so scary.

Rog grabbed Cal. “C’mon, man,” he shouted. “I think I saw a maintenance closet in the front hallway.” Not really knowing what else to do, Cal followed.

In fact, there were two maintenance closets. Rog was wrong again. They opened the first and began to rustle through what promised to be little more than brooms and buckets.

Rog: “So what do you think is going on, man? Some kind of psycho killer stuff?”

Cal: “I don’t know.” Really, how could he know? Scorpions were about to attack, at an abandoned community pool, in the Midwest. “I don’t know.”

Rog: “Yeah, well neither do I. But it’s kind of awesome, right? I mean, scorpions!”

Cal three-peated: “I don’t know.” Rog was right, though. This was kind of awesome.

Rog eventually held up two mops and a tub labeled chlorine. “Well, these are my weapons. I’m taking an extra mop for Midnight. You grab what you want.” He rushed away to at least create the illusion of being the valiant knight. Cal stayed behind to find something that might, you know, serve as a real weapon. Surely the swim meets that had been held here required a secret cache of starter pistols…