If back then people knew that those inferior creatures were just insects, we wouldn't be in this mess. We were absolutely fucked by insects. I don't know the science of it, but what I do know is that we could have used a crop duster and a tank of DEET to end them all back in Pasadena.
Day 7
That day wasn't like the hell two days ago. It was the preparation to go to hell. I woke up to Lynn telling me to get up. I got up, and we woke Luna up, and carried her to the spot in front of the monitor. Everyone was there except for Lily and Luan. We sat Luna at the wall, and the discussion began.
"First of all, before we start, I have concluded that Luna's safe. She won't be like them." Lisa said.
"Thanks!" Luna replied. Her face still pale.
"The motive of today's discussion is task allocation and the formation of the contingency protocol in the case of a breach in security," Lisa said as she switched the monitor screen to a powerpoint presentation. "After the two failed expeditions outside, it is safe to assume that the organisms we're against are invulnerable to bullets, particularly the .38 Caliber. That makes the gun only useful We also have reason to believe that they have no definite physical form, they are malleable and flexible."
"What's your point?" Lynn asked with her arm raised.
"We can't fight them with our current armaments, that's why I propose that we capture Evil Dad for testing,"
"Wait a damn second Lisa, are you expecting us to drag the same thing that chewed of Luna's leg inside the only place we could feel safe?" I stood up.
"Precisely."
"No, we're not doing that, we can't even fight that thing upstairs and now you expect us to bring it inside. Lisa, you've gone mad." Lynn said as she stood up.
"We're not going to fight it, we're going to trap it." Lisa continued as she played the next slide. "With Lana's welding proficiency, we can build a cage to hold Evil Dad in." The slide showed us a diagram for a cage, and its locking mechanism. "As soon as we get that animal inside the cage, Lana will weld it shut as we all stab it using makeshift spears to immobilize it."
"What happens if we fail to get him in the cage?" Lola asked.
"We have two guns and enough bullets for all of us, I say we start shooting each other then," Lisa said coldly.
"WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT'S A GOOD IDEA?!" Lola screamed.
"I'M NOT GONNA SHOOT ANYONE!" Lynn yelled.
"SO YOU EXPECT US TO SHOOT OURSELVES LIKE MOM DID?!" Lucy shouted.
"She's not wrong," I said, as I opened the revolver's cylinder. "It's either we get killed by that, or this," I looked at all of their faces, I saw fear, disgust, injustice, it was a hodgepodge of emotions. "I for sure don't want to die to that,"
"I guess we have the contingency plan set in motion," Luna sighed. "Do me a favor, when the time comes. shoot me, don't let me shoot myself,"
"Fuck it." Lynn said. "I don't want to shoot you guys." She said as she looked at the gun. "I hope that it won't come to that,"
"All in favor of experimenting on fake dad." Lisa raised her arm. Everyone did. Luna, Lynn, me, Lucy, Lana, Lola, and Lisa, 7 souls sad enough to witness this.
We didn't wait. Lana and Lisa went to work with the cage and the path for fake dad to follow. Luna and Lola tied the kitchen knives to whatever long stick we had. Lynn practicing being the bait. And Lucy and me preparing the materials they need. We took everything we could find. We went to the back room and took the crates, we broke the now useless gas pipes.
It was nightfall when our job ended. Our preparation was done. That night was the a large feast. Luan was still laughing, louder tonight. But it was bearable. If tomorrow's operation fail, all of us will die. That night, even though the future is hazy, we were happy. Well, not happy, more like clinging to our last bits of sanity.
"So, guess what I found when I fell?" Luna asked. Lisa gave her a pair of crutches earlier today, it wasn't bad, but she still haven't got used to it.
"What did you find?" Lana asked.
"Guess," Luna said. I don't know how it felt like to lose a foot, I reckoned that it would feel like shit. I don't know how Luna kept smiling.
"Lori's weird teen magazines?" Lana asked.
"Nope."
"A bottle of ferrofluid." Lisa asked.
"Nope, but is a liquid."
"Tea?" Lola asked.
"Nope, but it shares a similar color,"
"Pee?" Lynn asked.
"No, ew. It's dad's whiskey." Luna pulled a bottle from behind her. "I think, I want a sip," She opened the bottle.
"We're underaged Luna," Lisa said.
"Who the fuck cares?" Luna said before taking a sip. She coughed. "Holy hell, that tasted like crap, how do adults drink these anyway?" She groaned before taking another sip.
"Gimme that bottle," Lynn said as she grabbed it from Luna's hand. "It can't be that bad." She took a sip. She too coughed. "God damn, that was bad," Lynn groaned. Her forehead crumpled. She took another sip. "It doesn't get better."
"Don't hog the bottle," Luna said, as she grabbed it.
"Can I try that?" Lana asked.
"No one's stopping us from dying, knock yourself out." Luna took a sip and passed it to Lana. She didn't even swallow it, she spat it back out. "It burns!" She said passing the bottle back to Luna.
"Yeah, no thanks," Lola said as she looked at Lana.
"Lincoln, you want some?" Luna asked.
"Sure," I took it. I took a sip and I swallowed it. I didn't feel the burn Lana felt, I didn't groan like Luna did. I felt like I just drank ash water. "It's not that bad." I took another sip. And another. And another before Lynn grabbed it from me, and took a long chug.
"Lincoln has the makings of a great alcoholic," Luna said as she passed me the bag of cheese puffs. No one is gonna be mad at us for eating junk food for dinner and drinking whiskey underage. No one will find out. "Lisa, you want some?" Luna offered. Her face was turning red.
Lisa looked at the bottle, her face was unsure, but then she said, "Oh what the heck, I'll treat it as an experiment." She took a sip.
By the end of that night, we were drunk, and the bottle was arid. Who's gonna scold us for raiding our dead father's cupboard? Our dead mom that killed herself with a gun? We were alone. We don't have anyone but us. If they call it a coping juice and use it as a coping juice, we deserve the right to do the same. We laid there on the cold floor. Imagining what we could've been, other than being dead before seventeen. I wish we had this when dad died. Maybe then mom wouldn't blow her head up, no, maybe then we wouldn't have to pick her brain up from the floor.
