I fell off a table in the hallway with a bang and knocked it over with a bang. It slid a few feet away, and I had to jump over it because it fell into the hall. Abby’s crying stopped suddenly, and I found that the silence that followed was far worse than her screams. When I rushed in from the door, the light filled my mother's room. I stumbled, stumbled to my feet, then stumbled back to the bedroom wall.
I was lying on the wall, looking at the terrible sight in front of me, my heart touched my throat. The aliens are not looking for us, but our mother. That thing, that terrible tentacle is in the room. It searched up and down on the floor, sliding towards where our mother was still sitting on the plywood.
Abby was lying on her head, her mouth wide open, her hands tightly grasping the sides of her head, watching the thing slowly sliding forward. It broke the window, and the glass was scattered on the floor around it, gleaming in the lighting that filled the entire room. "Oh," Abby groaned.
I don't know what to do, how to react. Then the thing passed to our mother. What happened to the man on the street filled my mind. I would never allow this to happen to her. I ran forward in a hurry, grabbed a piece of glass on the floor, and fell to my knees. I ignored the tingling of scratches on my palms and knees, because the glass was biting my flesh. When I lifted the cup over my head and pressed it down with all my strength, the adrenaline pushed me.
The blood exploded on me, but I knew instinctively that it was not blood. It sprayed from the tentacles, and sprayed waves on my body and on the walls. I thought it was Abby's scream that filled the room, and it took me a minute to realize that it was actually the thing screaming. It screamed sharply as it shook and fell violently on the floor, spinning and shrinking, as it rose upwards before hitting it violently again.
I staggered and stood back, crawling to avoid it in the direction where I pounced. It hit my back violently, hit my hands and knees, and knocked out the air in my lungs with a strong blow. When it hit me again, I felt suffocated, out of breath, and tried to crawl away. The ends of the tentacles opened, revealing sharp needle-like teeth, and tucked them into an ugly six-inch wide mouth.
A frightened cluck disappeared from my ears. I was shaking, and my shirt was covered with sweat and blood. I am a little worried that I will have a heart attack. I may not be frozen like everyone else, but that thing is still fully capable of killing me, even if I have maimed it. Its howling is getting louder and louder because it is compressed on me. It struck my cheek and splashed more blood. Suddenly, its screams were not all painful, but excited and hungry, because it was tasting me.
While it was looking for fresh blood, I avoided its attack. I quickly crawled the crab backwards because it pounced on me again. But this time I didn't run fast enough.
It wraps around my waist and winds toward my throat at a cobra-like speed. I grabbed it and tried to grab it because it approached my throat at a fatal speed. "No, no, no," I found myself out of breath and uttering the word in vain, even though the thing continued to attack me.
"Bethany!" Abby screamed.
Then it appeared, in front of me, floating in front of my eyes. Thousands of needle-like teeth made a clicking sound, like a dandelion fluttering in the wind of Xia Rì. Although it has no obvious eyes, I know it is staring at me, judging me, looking at me, torturing me, and then giving me a fatal blow.
The thing screamed as it leaned back. I flinched while waiting for the fatal blow, but it didn't come. When it squeezed at me, I frowned, and its huge pressure almost broke my ribs. The thing suddenly fell, hissing and screaming, and fell straight from my sight. Taking a deep breath, I was finally able to take a breath, because it relieved the destruction of my lungs.
My eyes crossed the road to find Abby, who was sitting on the creature. The shard of glass in her hand passed through my original impact area, cutting the thing in half. She trembled, staring at me with bloody cheeks. My heart was filled with gratitude; I pulled the limp thing away from me, and when I stood up staggeringly, I threw it on the ground.
I just breathed a sigh of relief. All the light beams suddenly stopped flashing and focused only on our house. They shined with dazzling light, illuminating the entire room, even stronger than the sun. I raised my hand, trying to block the dazzling light from the hot retina. "Abby, stay away from the window," I ordered.
"Bethany?"
"Stay away from the window!" I ordered more severely, clenching my teeth, my body trembling with a kind of impending bad luck.
Abby crawled towards me, carefully avoiding what was lying on the ground. "Hurry up, Abby, hurry up!" I urged.
When the other window was broken, she was almost by my side. The glass was sprayed inward, and there were jagged glass strips everywhere in the room. It ran across my arm and cut through my flesh, and a piece of it was embedded in my raised right forearm. I grabbed the glass and tore it from my skin. At this moment, I burst into tears. The blood poured out, but I didn't have time to try to stop the blood flow. Abby curled up into a fetal-like posture, wrapping his head with protective hands. Her screams penetrated the entire room.
We must leave here. now.
I threw the glass aside and ran to Abby. "Get up, Abby! Get up!" I grabbed her shoulders and drew her towards me. "Abby, get up!"
She stumbled to her feet, still screaming. She had cuts on her cheek and glass in her hair, but thankfully, she seemed to be able to withstand the explosion better than me. "Get the plywood. Abby, get the splint!"
Her shock can be clearly seen in her slack face and sluggish eyes. The courage she had shown recently, before this new brutal attack, seemed to have disappeared. I think maybe I should slap her. After all, this is what I did in the movie, but I think the last thing Abby needs is more physical trauma. "Abby, please, you must help me. I can't do it alone."
She was walking towards the plywood with me when a sudden movement caught my attention. If I saw a talking squirrel sitting in the window, I wouldn't be more surprised, because I saw at least twenty talking squirrels crowded in the window. They swarmed at us gracefully like sparrows.
"Go!" I cried.
I grabbed the splint and quickly picked up my mother from her sex. Abby sobbed and grabbed the other end. "Hurry up Abby, hurry up." Tears streamed down her face, washing away some of the blood that covered her body. "Go," I urged.
When Abby walked towards the door, she choked with sobs. My arm is already aching from the weight of the plywood and our mother. We are not moving fast enough to leave this room in time. I prayed silently, ran desperately, and ran faster desperately. When all my survival instincts went into high-speed operation, and the fight or flight reaction exhausted my survivability, I desperately wanted to survive.
"Bethany," Abby groaned.
She was very close to the door, almost completely away, but I was not close enough. I'm not close enough, Abby can see those things. She knows where they are, I don't know. "I'm sorry," I whispered.
She opened her mouth to say something, but I pushed forward and pushed the splint and mother hard towards her. Abby yelled, staggered into the hall, and disappeared under the weight of the splint and our mother's frozen body. I jumped in the door, dodge the tentacles on my heels.
I climbed back on top of the plywood and knocked my motionless mother aside, not feeling sad at all. I know she will forgive me and understand me. I rushed forward, grabbed the bottom of the bedroom door, and one of the things rushed towards me with a deadly purpose. I slammed the door towards myself and slammed it shut.
I took a step back, and the rush of pants rang in my ears, and I wanted to catch my breath. One of them banged on the door, making the door rattle. The ancient woods still stood tall under the violent impact. "Abby, get up! Get up, get up!"
Abby tried to stand up, but she struggled to bear the weight of the plywood half-pressed on her. I pulled it impatiently and helped her pull it off. Now those things hit the door more urgently. They will break through soon. Finally freed Abby, I threw back the splint and awkwardly pushed my mother up.
"Bethany," Abby whispered. "Bethany, we have to go."
"I know, I know," I replied impatiently, and finally I managed to push my mother into the woods hurriedly. The corridor above suddenly lit up. When I raised my head, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. The window at the end of the hall was on fire now, and the room behind me was surprisingly silent. "Oh."
Abby grasped my arm tightly, her hand was blue and purple. "Beth."
I stood up slowly, my heart pounding, and my whole body trembling. "Get the other end of the plywood, Abby."
"Abby, get it now!"
She let me go and climbed to the other side of the board. What disturbs me the most is not the beam of light directed at us, but the sudden, ensuing, terrible silence. The only sound was the faint scraping sound of Abby's shoe on the floor when he bent over to pick up the other shoe.
They are playing with us, they enjoy every minute of it all. I was convinced for the first time that we would not leave this house alive. I ignored the feeling of being bitten. The weight of this plywood made my injured palm grip it tightly. I walked forward slowly, kicking away the table that I had knocked over. Maybe we have no chance to escape from all this, but I will not give up easily. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)