Summary: What if Brenda had died leaving Bobby, Catherine, Beast and Doug the only survivors?
The car door slammed shut.
"We're not alone" a whispered plea.
"Lock the door" Doug spoke with confidence his blatant attempt to strip Bobby of this fear while having no real belief in what he had said clearly showed though his words. He led Bobby by the elbow back to the trailer trying to calm the emotional teenager. As he pulled open the door a blaze of fire appeared behind the two loners.
Spinning quickly from the freak adrenaline rush fear often gives a person Doug immediately froze. As Ethel and Lynn ran by him Bobby following shortly after he finally realized it was Big Bob who was walking the fine line between the living and the dead. With a speed not given to him in the moments proceeding he rushed into the trailer ripping the fire extinguisher from the closet he yelled behind him hoping it was audible.
"Brenda watch the baby." He scrambled out of the trailer and sprinted to the inferno and even while he unleashed a cloud of CO2 he had already given up the hope that Big Bob would live to see the morning.
The only sound that reached the now nearly silent trailer was a muffled scream and the quiet giggles of the insane. Brenda fought to break the mutants tight hold on her. It was like being locked in the grip of iron. She struggled in vain until another deformed creature nearly crawled through the door. Her battle began anew until she was rewarded with release. She flung herself into the meeting of the two closest walls behind her. A feeling of elation nearly pulled her under until she saw the reason for her abrupt freedom.
The second smaller mutant but obviously more intelligent one was holding a gun to the larger, deformed mans head. He was yelling at the larger one but she couldn't understand what he was saying. Her mind was spinning in circles and she couldn't pull it together enough to put any kind of plan in action. She was still attempting an escape plan when the smaller grabbed her and she fought. She fought as if her life depended on it and for all she knew it did.
As he gripped the top of her shorts her mind blanked out. She couldn't remember anything and as she came back to the world she only recalled the intense fear and the swelling of terror as she was gripped again in the strong hold. She didn't even bother to break the grip just sobbing into the hand, changed by god knows what.
The sound of the fire extinguisher was no match for the slowly dissipating fire and the sobbing of the wife and two kids. Doug in vain squeezed the last bit of CO2 out of the spent canister. As his wife and her mother traced their way back to the trailer he pulled down what was left of the former Big Bob. As the burned body hit the ground he swept the area making sure everyone was present. The girls were in the trailer and Bobby was...
"Bobby?! Where are you going?" He shouted as the younger man clicked off the safety of his pistol and ran straight for the hills.
"Those fuckers. I'm gonna kill those Mother Fuckers!" His voice was desperate and Doug was instantly afraid he would do something, to himself or those mutants either way he would probably die.
"Don't do anything stupid!" He yelled. He was about to carry on or even chase him when the sound of a gun echoed through the ravine.
Doug spun around his boot leaving marks in the red sand, his mind racing unable to decide who was more important, his niece and possibly his wife, or his brother-in-law. Doug's first reaction was to follow the wayward boy but when he second guessed himself, his mind was made up, he ran back to the RV all thoughts of Bobby expelled from his mind.
The force of the weight pressed against the trailer's door caused it to slam against the opposite wall and bounce back, hitting Doug on his entrance. It didn't even start to halt his forward motion.
His knees buckled when he saw his wife laying on the floor, a bullet hole punched through her head, blood pooling around her body. He gasped when she took a ragged breath, and pushed her head up, as if fighting death. Hades won the battle though when she collapsed as still as before after nearly three seconds.
Doug's head collapsed onto her chest, his own straining with heavy dry sobs. He turned his head to look at the ruins of the trailer and noticed his mother-in-law dying in the corner and his sister huddled into the other, blood dripping from her motionless mouth. Neither of these things disturbed him as much as the lack of his brother-in-law, his eyes immediately widened in panic and he stood up so quickly his head spun.
Backtracking through the door he tripped and barely made it down the stairs without being laid out on the cold ground.
"Bobby!" He screamed not thinking about the consequences he broke out into a run. He halted not twenty feet from the trailer when a large shadow loomed just outside of the light given off by the outside lamps, he was about to retreat when he noticed a figure trembling in the shadows grasp. He took two faltering steps forward and the shimmering tears of the boy came into clear view.
"Jesus Christ..." His mind stopped as he watched a mutants hand run down Bobby's frightened face. The thing smiled when Bobby flinched and pushed away from the hand consequently moving closer to the thing's body, Bobby's eyes rose and met Doug's, frantic to be free he pulled away from the mutant, reaching for his brother-in-law.
"Get your fucking hands off of him." Doug hissed moving forward, his usually mild temper forgotten when Bobby reached out to him. The mutant backed up, smiling at the squirming body in his arms, it's large oddly shaped head nodding, its mouth emitting grunting noises.
Another smaller mutant came up behind the two and whispered words into the large things ear. It mewled and looked pathetically at the boy in its arms. With a short prod in the back with a handgun the mutant released Bobby, who fell without support, his limbs frozen with fear. The two creatures turned and ran into the darkness, and safety of the hills.