Orbs (28 page)

He cursed when he took the first step. The stairs creaked under the weight of his boots. He winced at every step. Without his helmet on, he could hear the strain of every fiber in the wood.

To his relief, carpet covered the hallway at the top of the stairs. His boots sank silently into the material, and for a second he felt a brief reprieve from the fear. The first door to his right led to a bedroom. In the corner, he could see a window looking over the street below. To his left was a small bathroom.

He checked the sink first. It was bone dry. Then his eyes fell on the toilet. Never in his life had he thought the sight of a toilet would fill him with such hope. His eyes lit up like a child's on Christmas morning when he lifted the lid and saw a few ounces of cloudy water in the bowl.

Swinging his backpack onto the floor, he crouched and retrieved the straw he had had lifted from a fast food restaurant. The utensil had already come in handy on several occasions. He closed his eyes as he bent down and started sucking the water down his dry throat, trying not to think about the germs he could be slurping down. The odd sound echoed through the quiet house, but he no longer cared. All that mattered was water.

When the bowl was dry, he stood to check the back tank. It was half full, but the water was a reddish brown, more than likely a result of rust from the chain.

Was it safe? Did it even matter?

He hesitated, staring at the murky liquid. It could be his last chance to find drinkable water for days. Especially if the Organics were nearby. He couldn't risk entering another house; he had already gotten lucky once.

As he filled his canteen with the reddish brown water inside the tank, a shrill shriek broke through the silence. He fumbled with the bottle, nearly spilling the liquid on the floor. The sound faded away as quickly as it had emerged.

He froze. Several silent seconds passed. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Had the sound just been a fluke? Some pipe creaking in the bowels of the house?

Another screech tore through the stillness.

That was the sound
they
made. The aliens were close.

The hair on Alex's neck stood up. Another shriek followed. Shocked into motion, he scooped up the last of the water from the tank and rushed back into the hallway. His eyes scanned the passage. Should he risk going downstairs, or should he find a place to hide?

He remembered the creaky stairs and decided against trying to escape. Instead, he slipped into a bedroom. He scanned the space quickly, seeing it was furnished with a twin bed, nightstand and a dresser. In the corner of the room, he saw a small closest: the perfect hiding place.

Without hesitation he crossed the room and slipped inside, shutting the bi-fold doors silently behind him. Setting his helmet and pack on the floor he turned to peek through the crack. The angle gave him the perfect view of a window covered by a thin white curtain.

Beyond the dirty glass he could see movement in the street below, and when his eyes finally adjusted to the darkness he saw them.

There were hundreds of the aliens. The entire ground looked alive with the teeming creatures. He watched in shock as a pack of Spiders feasted on the remains of the cul-de-sac's residents. The monsters fought over the scraps, shrieking and clawing at each other. His eyes followed the trail of gore to a massive worm-like creature that lay curled up next to a car.

It wasn't the first time he had seen one of them. And, if he survived, it would not be the last. He had come across a parking lot the day before filled with the floating blue orbs. He had watched a pair of the Worms slither across the blacktop, consuming the spheres and their human prisoners, sucking them almost dry of water before spitting out the remains for the Spiders to feed on.

Through the open window, something caught his eye. One of the Spiders was staring directly at him with large, glassy eyes.

Before Alex could slip into the shadows of the closet, the creature tilted its head like a curious dog. With bated breath he waited, his heart pumping rapidly inside his chest.

Had it seen him? Could it sense him?

Scratch, scrape, scratch, scrape.

Alex knew what that sound meant. He had heard it before, when the Organics had hunted his team in the Biosphere.

The Spider
had
seen him. He moved to the window and pulled back the drape. Outside, the creatures skittered around on the blacktop, their mandibles parting to unleash hellish shrieks. He watched in horror as hundreds of eyes stared back up at him, twitching, narrowing in on him. Never had he seen so many. . . .

He realized that their behavior wasn't that different from his own. The Organics were hungry, and to them, Alex was nothing more than a meal on legs.

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The adventure continues in
Orbs II: Stranded
when one of Sophie's team is kidnapped and the others mutiny.

Orbs II: Stranded

The team makes some surprising discoveries about the Organics that
may
be the key to saving earth once and for all in
Orbs III: Redemption
.

Orbs III: Redemption

When the aliens invade, Jeff and his little brother David must fight for survival in the Orbs prequel,
White Sands.

White Sands

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NICHOLAS SANSBURY SMITH
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