I’m not entirely happy with how this turned out, but I’m going to run with it for now :S
Today’s prompt was suggested by Ayay, and she said, “Dystopian in which the world has been crippled by war and pollution and a small group of people have found refuge in a valley in the highlands. One of few places not destroyed. (Maybe animals have mutated into horrific creatures which are attacking the village)”
I was woken up by the sound of a familiar-sounding screaming in the distance. Sitting bolt upright, I looked out of the window to see the same rolling hills and verdant valleys I was used to seeing, yet something seemed wrong. I threw back the covers and ran to the window, peering out through the empty frame to try to find the source of the screaming.
I had stuck my head so far out of the ground floor window that the sharp tap on my back made me wobble violently, so when I turned around to see my little sister standing there, I yelled, “What were you doing? I could have fallen out of the window!” I watched as she seemed to be fighting a battle between giggling and common sense. But then her face paled as she seemed to be remembering the reason she had for unceremoniously entering my room early in the morning.
“You need to see this,” she said, walking out of the room and towards the front door. I quickly followed, realising that my sister is seldom this serious, and that the screaming that rudely awoke me and her strange mood were probably somehow connected.
She stopped in front of the door and just pointed.
“What is it, Gem?” I asked, but she just ran back in the direction of her room, leaving me to wonder what had got her so spooked.
A sense of nervous tension building in my stomach, I opened the door, and instantly wished I hadn’t. I also simultaneously realised that my window faced east, but the front door faced west. Which would explain why I hadn’t seen the huge mutant spiders climbing over the valley through the fields towards the village.
Now, I’m not normally scared of house spiders, or those weird spindly spiders that you can’t really see and then almost step on at the worst moment, but these were another story. Even from a good few hundred metres away, the arachnids were so unbelievably enormous that you could see each individual coarse black hair on their thick, almost muscular legs. Beads of venom pooled around their gigantic fangs, and each beady eye stuck up like a marble on their heads.
I’m not sure how many people in our village realised what was going on, but those spiders were going to wreak some serious havoc if they reached the village, and we didn’t have much farmland to begin with.
Instinctively I began to run around to the back of the house, until I realised I was still wearing the thin gown I slept in – clothes were a valuable commodity nowadays, especially since most of our sheep were wiped out last year. I went back through the front door, sprinting to my room and pulling on whatever was nearest, but making sure to grab my shoes, because now was not the time for having any part of my body exposed.
I went to the shed where my father kept his farming tools – these days, everyone’s a farmer of some kind, otherwise the entire village would go hungry – and grabbed whatever I could, running through the village towards the beasts.
I could have written a lot more about this story, but then it would be ridiculously long.
Would you have done what Sam did? Are you afraid of spiders?