The Crawler!!!
A dark room is suddenly illuminated by flashing neon lights. This room is full of test tubes flasks, beakers, and a whole array of boxy floor to ceiling computers. Two figures stand by what looks to be an empty cage.
“But Professor! Unleashing the creature will wreak havoc on the public!”
A blonde woman in a lab coat light headedly squeals.
“Dani you don’t think I know this?!”
Professor Z shakes his fist in the air and laughs maniacally.
“But why?!”
She starts to cry. She wipes away the tears, smearing her makeup.
“Because I’m an evil GENIUS!!!”
His grey hair stands up and starts to conduct electricity. He pulls a lever and starts to cry tears of joy.
Meanwhile two counties and secret lab over.
Two teenage boys are walking by the side of a dam spillway in the middle of the local forest preserve. They carry tackle boxes and fishing rods. The both wear basketball shorts and t-shirts with faded logos. One an overweight redhead, the other one has short black haired and glasses.
“Jon wait the fuck up.”
“Shut up Michael.”
“Why do you always run so fast.”
“You just run slow.”
“I like chips okay.”
“Is chips your new boyfriend?”
“Yeah, he sucks dick better than you wish you could.”
“Nice comeback Mikehole.”
“That’s what she said!”
“Ew, your pushing it.”
“That’s wha…”
“You wanted to go fishing so let’s fish.”
“I’m looking for a good spot, I have to think like a fish.”
“Glub glub water, glub glub worms.” Jon points to the horizon. “Over there! My fish senses are tingling.”
“I’ll make your face tingle with my fist. I think right here will work, has some nice shade.”
“You know way too much about fish, you could spend that time more wisely, like working out and getting laid.”
“Jon shut up. I get laid more than you.”
“Mike zero minus zero is still zero.”
“Besides I like fishing, it’s relaxing.” Michael reaches into his pocket and gets his phone, he puts on some music.
“Doesn’t that scare the fish away?”
“No they like rap music.”
“Michael not even the worms like rap music.”
“At least I don’t listen to Steely Dan or Pink Floyd. Those two dudes suck ass.”
Jon shakes his head and sighs.
“Let’s agree to disagree and just fish.”
“Sounds fine to me. And Jon.”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck you!”
Two hours later.
“I ain’t found shit!”
“Because you suck Jon.”
“I don’t suck Jon I am Jon.”
“No you’re retarded.”
“Mike.”
“Yes”
“I think I have something.”
“THEN REEL IT IN!”
Jon reels as fast as he can, but to no avail. The fish is too heavy. Jon proceeds to get pulled into the water. However before he gets fully submerged Michael grabs his ankles.
“I think it’s a big fish.”
“No shit Jon.”
“I’m going to let go of the rod.”
“Jon no!”
“I’m gonna.”
“Jon that’s a two hundred dollar rod, top of the line carbon fiber! I’ll get my multi tool and cut the reel.”
Michael lets go of one of Jons left ankle and reaches into his tackle box, but before he gets to it he realizes there is nothing pulling on his right hand.
“Fuck Jon, really!?”
“If you want to. But I don’t think you can afford my hourly rate.”
“I’ll just sell my rod, oh wait, you let go of it.”
“It was either that or get pulled into a watery grave.”
“I’ll put you in a watery grave!”
“Don’t worry I’ll pay you back.”
“You better.”
“You know what I think I’ll just wait for it to come back to shore.”
“What?”
Jon points to a fishing rod quickly being towed to shore.
“Jon I think we should run.”
“Yeah probably.”
The boys grab their gear then start running. The fishing rod follows suit. Quickly swimming to the Jon and Michael, but before it does a creature. A cruel unholy amalgam of crab and centipede.Jon and Michael look back, they almost freeze in the shock and awe of the beings looks. A dark red exoskeleton covers a three meter long serpent like body. Two hundred legs leading up to a wide flat skull with glowing green eyes and foot long pinchers. It shakes its body trying to get the fishing rod loose, then tries gnawing at the fishing line, snapping it in half.
“What the fuck Jon?!”
“Exactly the fuck Mike!’’
The two race toward their car, an old rusty red Ford pickup truck. Jointly funded by pizza delivery and lawn mowing. A tribute to sweat and pizza grease is now the boys only shelter.
“Jon what is that thing?”
“The hell I know!”
“Is it like a dinosaur or some shit?”
“Maybe some sort of prehistoric crustacean? But probably not, scientists and shit would know about it by now.”
Michael reaches behind the drivers seat where Jon is sitting.
“Are you trying to grab my ass?!”
Michael pulls out a shotgun and a box of ammunition.
“YOU HID GUNS IN MY CAR??!?!?!”
“I hid a gun in our car, you jackass.”
“I’d just like to say thank you, and fuck you.”
“I bet you would.” Michael winks.
As the creature scuttles towards the truck the boys frantically roll up the crank windows. They try to start the car but it won’t start, it’s stuck in a idling limbo, and the boys in hell. The creature is what one would call excited. It tries to climb the car but cannot find its footing. Jon turns the car off giving up on the idea of escaping by car. The air has grown cold as the sun starts to sink. The creature is still waiting, circling the truck like a vulture.
“Michael I have an idea, I want you to slowly and quietly roll the window down and shoot into the woods.”
“Are you out of your mind?”
“Probably, but lets give my idea a chance.”
“Eh, why not.”
Michael rolls down the window just as Jon said and shoots into the woods. The creature jumps unto the window and tries to crawl in. Michael shoots again, this time in the face of the creature it recoils and screams in pain. Suddenly the lake and adjacent spillway glow green. The water writhes to this call to action. Multiple creatures crawl out of the water and towards the truck.
“Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck!” The two say in unison. Michael hands Jon the gun.
“Mike what is this?”
“Fend them off, I’ll fix the truck.”
“Will do captain.” Jon salutes Michael.
Michael exits the truck and lifts the hood. In the faint orange sunlight he scrambles to find out the issue and fix it.
“Start her up now!” Michael screams. Jon tries, to no avail.
As the creatures march their way to the truck Jon shoots, reloads, and tries to start the car, shoots, reloads, and tries to start the car. After countless bullets and multiple attempts to start the car Michael finally fixes it, and Jon starts it.
“Mike get in. I only have a couple of bullets left and these crawlers are coming in hot!”
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Mike screams as me hopscotches through stunned crawlers and jumps into the truck.
The duo drives through the forest preserve trying to shake off the hoard of crawlers chasing them.
“If I remember right there’s a fallout shelter somewhere in the preserve.”
“Jon you beautiful nerd you, take us to the nuke nook!”
Two long stressful minutes of driving later.
“Here it is.” Jon remarked as he pulled over by the shelter.
“Jon you didn’t tell me the shelter was in the forest preserve headquarters!”
“Semantics.”
“So how do we get in Jon?”
The two exchange a look of urgency and confusion. Jon reaches for the door handle and pulls. The door opens.
“Hello?” Jon calls out. Silence answers him.
“That’s convenient.” Michael remarks.
“I’ll take it, now let’s lock this place up and look for the shelter.”
A few minutes later in the bomb shelter.
The shelter is a cold concrete coffin. Not practical for a nuclear bomb, but it’s a decent place to hide from monsters.
“So we should be safe down here, right Jon?”
“Safest place in the damn county!”
“ Sure hope so.”
“We’ll be fine.”
“Jon, what if we die?”
“Mike we won’t die.”
“I have so much I want to do.”
“Don’t go like this on me.”
“I’m not the ladies man you think I am.”
“Really now?”
“I haven’t even touched a tit, except for mine.”
“I guess we’re in the same boat then.”
“Jon we’re in a bomb shelter hiding from some huge ass dinosaur bug crabs.”
“Mike got a joint on you?”
“Yeah, but I don’t have a lighter.”
“Our situation got so much more worse.”
The boys wake up from their slumber by the sound a huge kaboom and hundreds of screeching crawlers. Michael runs up to the huge metal door and looks through a thick glass window. Warmth emanates from it. Jon and Michael give each other a brotherly embrace, thinking that this is their last moment of their lives.
“No.”
“No?”
“Yeah Jon, no. We don’t die this way.”
“And you know how we die?”
“No, but I know we won’t die afraid and alone.”
“What will we do Mike?”
“Wait it out.”
“For how long?”
“The fuck I know.”
Men in military uniforms stumble across the entrance to the fallout shelter. It was all that was left in the aftermath of the napalming and bombing of the crawlers. They trudge through the ruins of the building. A crawler starts to twitch in pain under a board of drywall. One of the military men bashes the creatures exo-skull in.
“I think I hear something coming from that bunker!”
“Hey! Hey!” Michael and Jon knock on the door and scream.
Some of the men lift ruble from the entrance of the shelter and open the door. The boys are histatic to see somebody else. It had been almost a week since they saw another person. They stink of feces and urine. All the soldiers cover their noses with their camo shirts.
“Hey army man?” Michael gasped for air.
“Yes son?”
“Got any food?”
“But Professor! Unleashing the creature will wreak havoc on the public!”
A blonde woman in a lab coat light headedly squeals.
“Dani you don’t think I know this?!”
Professor Z shakes his fist in the air and laughs maniacally.
“But why?!”
She starts to cry. She wipes away the tears, smearing her makeup.
“Because I’m an evil GENIUS!!!”
His grey hair stands up and starts to conduct electricity. He pulls a lever and starts to cry tears of joy.
Meanwhile two counties and secret lab over.
Two teenage boys are walking by the side of a dam spillway in the middle of the local forest preserve. They carry tackle boxes and fishing rods. The both wear basketball shorts and t-shirts with faded logos. One an overweight redhead, the other one has short black haired and glasses.
“Jon wait the fuck up.”
“Shut up Michael.”
“Why do you always run so fast.”
“You just run slow.”
“I like chips okay.”
“Is chips your new boyfriend?”
“Yeah, he sucks dick better than you wish you could.”
“Nice comeback Mikehole.”
“That’s what she said!”
“Ew, your pushing it.”
“That’s wha…”
“You wanted to go fishing so let’s fish.”
“I’m looking for a good spot, I have to think like a fish.”
“Glub glub water, glub glub worms.” Jon points to the horizon. “Over there! My fish senses are tingling.”
“I’ll make your face tingle with my fist. I think right here will work, has some nice shade.”
“You know way too much about fish, you could spend that time more wisely, like working out and getting laid.”
“Jon shut up. I get laid more than you.”
“Mike zero minus zero is still zero.”
“Besides I like fishing, it’s relaxing.” Michael reaches into his pocket and gets his phone, he puts on some music.
“Doesn’t that scare the fish away?”
“No they like rap music.”
“Michael not even the worms like rap music.”
“At least I don’t listen to Steely Dan or Pink Floyd. Those two dudes suck ass.”
Jon shakes his head and sighs.
“Let’s agree to disagree and just fish.”
“Sounds fine to me. And Jon.”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck you!”
Two hours later.
“I ain’t found shit!”
“Because you suck Jon.”
“I don’t suck Jon I am Jon.”
“No you’re retarded.”
“Mike.”
“Yes”
“I think I have something.”
“THEN REEL IT IN!”
Jon reels as fast as he can, but to no avail. The fish is too heavy. Jon proceeds to get pulled into the water. However before he gets fully submerged Michael grabs his ankles.
“I think it’s a big fish.”
“No shit Jon.”
“I’m going to let go of the rod.”
“Jon no!”
“I’m gonna.”
“Jon that’s a two hundred dollar rod, top of the line carbon fiber! I’ll get my multi tool and cut the reel.”
Michael lets go of one of Jons left ankle and reaches into his tackle box, but before he gets to it he realizes there is nothing pulling on his right hand.
“Fuck Jon, really!?”
“If you want to. But I don’t think you can afford my hourly rate.”
“I’ll just sell my rod, oh wait, you let go of it.”
“It was either that or get pulled into a watery grave.”
“I’ll put you in a watery grave!”
“Don’t worry I’ll pay you back.”
“You better.”
“You know what I think I’ll just wait for it to come back to shore.”
“What?”
Jon points to a fishing rod quickly being towed to shore.
“Jon I think we should run.”
“Yeah probably.”
The boys grab their gear then start running. The fishing rod follows suit. Quickly swimming to the Jon and Michael, but before it does a creature. A cruel unholy amalgam of crab and centipede.Jon and Michael look back, they almost freeze in the shock and awe of the beings looks. A dark red exoskeleton covers a three meter long serpent like body. Two hundred legs leading up to a wide flat skull with glowing green eyes and foot long pinchers. It shakes its body trying to get the fishing rod loose, then tries gnawing at the fishing line, snapping it in half.
“What the fuck Jon?!”
“Exactly the fuck Mike!’’
The two race toward their car, an old rusty red Ford pickup truck. Jointly funded by pizza delivery and lawn mowing. A tribute to sweat and pizza grease is now the boys only shelter.
“Jon what is that thing?”
“The hell I know!”
“Is it like a dinosaur or some shit?”
“Maybe some sort of prehistoric crustacean? But probably not, scientists and shit would know about it by now.”
Michael reaches behind the drivers seat where Jon is sitting.
“Are you trying to grab my ass?!”
Michael pulls out a shotgun and a box of ammunition.
“YOU HID GUNS IN MY CAR??!?!?!”
“I hid a gun in our car, you jackass.”
“I’d just like to say thank you, and fuck you.”
“I bet you would.” Michael winks.
As the creature scuttles towards the truck the boys frantically roll up the crank windows. They try to start the car but it won’t start, it’s stuck in a idling limbo, and the boys in hell. The creature is what one would call excited. It tries to climb the car but cannot find its footing. Jon turns the car off giving up on the idea of escaping by car. The air has grown cold as the sun starts to sink. The creature is still waiting, circling the truck like a vulture.
“Michael I have an idea, I want you to slowly and quietly roll the window down and shoot into the woods.”
“Are you out of your mind?”
“Probably, but lets give my idea a chance.”
“Eh, why not.”
Michael rolls down the window just as Jon said and shoots into the woods. The creature jumps unto the window and tries to crawl in. Michael shoots again, this time in the face of the creature it recoils and screams in pain. Suddenly the lake and adjacent spillway glow green. The water writhes to this call to action. Multiple creatures crawl out of the water and towards the truck.
“Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck!” The two say in unison. Michael hands Jon the gun.
“Mike what is this?”
“Fend them off, I’ll fix the truck.”
“Will do captain.” Jon salutes Michael.
Michael exits the truck and lifts the hood. In the faint orange sunlight he scrambles to find out the issue and fix it.
“Start her up now!” Michael screams. Jon tries, to no avail.
As the creatures march their way to the truck Jon shoots, reloads, and tries to start the car, shoots, reloads, and tries to start the car. After countless bullets and multiple attempts to start the car Michael finally fixes it, and Jon starts it.
“Mike get in. I only have a couple of bullets left and these crawlers are coming in hot!”
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Mike screams as me hopscotches through stunned crawlers and jumps into the truck.
The duo drives through the forest preserve trying to shake off the hoard of crawlers chasing them.
“If I remember right there’s a fallout shelter somewhere in the preserve.”
“Jon you beautiful nerd you, take us to the nuke nook!”
Two long stressful minutes of driving later.
“Here it is.” Jon remarked as he pulled over by the shelter.
“Jon you didn’t tell me the shelter was in the forest preserve headquarters!”
“Semantics.”
“So how do we get in Jon?”
The two exchange a look of urgency and confusion. Jon reaches for the door handle and pulls. The door opens.
“Hello?” Jon calls out. Silence answers him.
“That’s convenient.” Michael remarks.
“I’ll take it, now let’s lock this place up and look for the shelter.”
A few minutes later in the bomb shelter.
The shelter is a cold concrete coffin. Not practical for a nuclear bomb, but it’s a decent place to hide from monsters.
“So we should be safe down here, right Jon?”
“Safest place in the damn county!”
“ Sure hope so.”
“We’ll be fine.”
“Jon, what if we die?”
“Mike we won’t die.”
“I have so much I want to do.”
“Don’t go like this on me.”
“I’m not the ladies man you think I am.”
“Really now?”
“I haven’t even touched a tit, except for mine.”
“I guess we’re in the same boat then.”
“Jon we’re in a bomb shelter hiding from some huge ass dinosaur bug crabs.”
“Mike got a joint on you?”
“Yeah, but I don’t have a lighter.”
“Our situation got so much more worse.”
The boys wake up from their slumber by the sound a huge kaboom and hundreds of screeching crawlers. Michael runs up to the huge metal door and looks through a thick glass window. Warmth emanates from it. Jon and Michael give each other a brotherly embrace, thinking that this is their last moment of their lives.
“No.”
“No?”
“Yeah Jon, no. We don’t die this way.”
“And you know how we die?”
“No, but I know we won’t die afraid and alone.”
“What will we do Mike?”
“Wait it out.”
“For how long?”
“The fuck I know.”
Men in military uniforms stumble across the entrance to the fallout shelter. It was all that was left in the aftermath of the napalming and bombing of the crawlers. They trudge through the ruins of the building. A crawler starts to twitch in pain under a board of drywall. One of the military men bashes the creatures exo-skull in.
“I think I hear something coming from that bunker!”
“Hey! Hey!” Michael and Jon knock on the door and scream.
Some of the men lift ruble from the entrance of the shelter and open the door. The boys are histatic to see somebody else. It had been almost a week since they saw another person. They stink of feces and urine. All the soldiers cover their noses with their camo shirts.
“Hey army man?” Michael gasped for air.
“Yes son?”
“Got any food?”
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