The Cabin in the Woods (29 page)
Footsteps... slow, methodical, soft...
He eased back slightly.
“Marty!” Dana said.
He turned to look at his dying friend, but instead he saw Anne Patience Buckner standing right behind him. Her little girl’s rotting face held no emotion, and as she swung the hatchet instinct took over. He fell to the side and brought The Director up on top of him again, and the hatchet struck the back of her skull.
Bone broke. Metal scraped. Her eyes went wide, mouth hanging open, and a line of blood ran across her lowered face.
The ground shook again, thudding as if echoing with the memories of huge impacts far below. Anna Patience was trying to tug the hatchet from The Director’s head, making the woman seem to nod up and down as if in response to some internal dialogue.
Marty heaved backward and kicked The Director out over the gap. The zombie girl, unwilling to let go of her precious hatchet, went with her, and Marty rolled onto his stomach to watch them fall. The torchlight lit them for a couple of seconds as they spun together, bouncing from the rough wall and falling quickly, soundlessly into the darkness.
He watched for a moment more, listening for the sound of them hitting bottom. But nothing came. Perhaps the noise was swallowed by the receding grumble of the latest tremor. Or maybe they were still falling.
Then he stood unsteadily and limped over to where Dana lay bleeding. He sat by her side, brushing bloody tears from her cheek. She smiled. Her chest and stomach had been shredded by the werewolf, and there was a bite mark on her throat that must have been one
move away from ripping it open. But she was still alert, and she grabbed onto his hand.
“Hey,” he said.
“You know... I don’t think... Curt even has a cousin.”
“Huh. How are you?”
“Going away... ” she said softly, but her grip never lessened.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m so sorry I almost shot you... I probably wouldn’t have...”
“Hey,” he whispered, “shh, no... I totally get it.” With one hand he felt around in his shirt pocket and brought out three ready-rolled joints. He chose the least damaged one and put it in his mouth. Then he found a book of matches from another pocket and lit one, inhaling. It had never tasted so sweet. Perhaps if he smoked enough if would make all this go away. But somehow he doubted that.
“I’m sorry I let you get attacked by a werewolf and then ended the world,” he said. He took another long smoke and held the joint out to Dana. She took it with a shaking, blood-spattered hand.
“Nahh, you were right,” she said. “Humanity...?” She blew out the smoke in a cynical puff, waving the joint at the air in a single dismissal of all they had known. “It’s time to give someone else a chance.”
“Giant evil gods.”
“Wish I coulda seen ’em.” And she actually managed a smile, even as the light in her eyes—the sparkling light, the joy of life that for Marty had set
her above all the rest—started to fade.
“I know!” he said, trying to hold back his tears. The last thing he wanted her to see was him crying.
“That
would be a fun weekend.” He took the joint before she dropped it and lay down beside her.
The chamber shook, the stone slabs cracked, dust filled the air from above, and then something else crashed down and exploded across the slab: a battered suitcase, its innards consisting of old 8 mm film reels. They rolled in ever-decreasing circles and then came to a stop.
“Oh,” Marty said.
And something was rising. Thumps came from far below, distant at first, and then closer and closer, and to Marty they sounded for all the world like something climbing the walls of that bottomless hole.
Taking another drag on his joint he turned away from Dana, because he didn’t want to see her die.
They still held onto each other, and always would. They waited for the end.
•••
No human eye bore witness to the cabin exploding apart, nor the giant, gnarled hand that emerged from its splintered heart, nor the arm that powered it a hundred feet into the air, fingers flexing and scratching at the night.
But that would change soon enough.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
T
IM LEBBON is a
New York Times
bestselling writer from South Wales. He’s had over twenty novels published to date, as well as dozens of novellas and hundreds of short stories. Recent books include
The Secret Journeys of Jack London: The Wild
(co-authored with Christopher Golden),
Echo City, The Island, The Map of Moments
(with Christopher Golden), and
Bar None.
He has won four British Fantasy Awards, a Bram Stoker Award, and a Scribe Award, and has been a finalist for International Horror Guild, Shirley Jackson, and World Fantasy Awards. Fox 2000 recently acquired film rights to
The Secret Journeys of Jack London
, and Tim and Christopher Golden have delivered the screenplay. Several more of his novels and novellas are currently in development, and he is also working on TV and movie proposals, solo and in collaboration. Find out more about Tim at his website:
www.timlebbon.net
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