Ike Hamill - Extinct

“Careful, Brynn,” Lisa said.

Ted continued to shine his light through the gap into the retail store.

“I’m going in,” Pete said.

“Right behind you,” Nate said.

“Stop trying to help me,” Pete said.

Nate threw his hands up in an exaggerated shrug and backed away from Pete.

“What do you think, Robby? This trip was your idea,” Sheila said.

The stairwell seemed to shrink as everyone’s headlamps and flashlights turned to Robby. He stood in the center of the group, looking down towards the bent door. He swiveled his head and looked back up the stairs.

“I think we should look for a place to settle in for the night. We’re no safer out in the tractors. We can at least take shifts here and watch over each other,” Robby said.

“Watch for what?" Sheila asked. “And if people start being snatched into nothingness, or if our eyes explode down our face, what then? None of you have been assaulted by one of those things. I almost lost my leg.”

Romie came from the back of the group. She pushed past the others, stepped around Ted who still crouched next to the door, and grabbed the handle of the mangled door. “They’re right, Sheila. Bad stuff could happen anywhere. Let’s find a place to get reasonably comfortable for the night.”

Romie opened the door and held it open. Ted and Lisa moved through first, followed by Pete and Nate.

Brynn held out a hand to Sheila. The two moved through the doorway together with Robby close behind. Romie brought up the rear and let the door swing shut behind her. She tested the handle and pushed it open an inch to verify that the door wasn’t locked.

“Where to?" Romie asked.

“The camping section is over this way,” Pete said, pointing his light to the right. “We can find some air mattresses and sleeping bags over there. Jackets, and snacks, and everything else are back that way.”

“Let’s stick together,” Sheila said.

“Okay,” Pete said. “Then let’s do a quick sweep through the whole place and then come back to camping?”

“Good,” Romie said. “Everyone stay in sight of the group.”

They moved through the hunting section of the store. It was decorated to look like a log cabin lodge. The group passed a big stairway flanked by railings made of rough-hewn timbers, varnished to a high shine. Ted pulled off his outer jacket and replaced it with a warm game-jacket, replete with hidden zippered pockets. Nate pulled a crossbow down from a display and loaded it as they walked. Brynn ran a light hand over every garment they passed, but didn’t grab anything. Their lights swept beams around the big space as they moved towards a smaller hallway which led to the rest of the store. Here, a rack of canoes lined one wall next to a display of fake trees.

“Wait,” Ted said. His lights focused on one of the tree branches. “I thought they had a bunch of stuffed animals on display around here.”

“They used to,” Nate said.

“So where are they?" Ted asked.

From up ahead, Pete called back—“Watch your step up here. There’s ice.”

The group shuffled forward. Ted reluctantly swung his lights away from the tree branch and followed the others. Pete stood vigil at the beginning of the icy stretch of hallway. Lisa moved cautiously out onto the ice. It stood about an inch thick at the edge and got a little thicker as she moved farther down the hall. The ice was so pure—with no air bubbles or cracks—it was nearly invisible against the tile floor. Nate pulled glow sticks from a pocket and snapped them as he walked, dropping them every few paces. They lit up his feet and legs with an eerie, green light.

“It’s from the fish tank,” Nate called back. Most of the group shuffled one foot at a time across the ice, but Pete walked with confidence. About halfway down the hall, they saw what Nate discovered. The giant aquarium built into the wall had shattered, spilling its contents to the floor.

Shards of two-inch thick acrylic, like transparent shark’s teeth, jutted from the bottom edge of the aquarium. The surface was shattered the whole length of the tank. Pieces were lost beneath the ice under their feet, but the group could see the glittering edges of acrylic triangles lit up by Nate’s glow sticks.

“Look at this,” Nate said. He straddled something frozen in the ice, pointing his light straight down.

Robby and Pete reached him first. Nate had found a fish—a long trout with a gaping mouth—lying on the floor under a layer of ice. The head and tail were intact, but the side of the fish was stripped away, revealing bones and gore.

“How did this happen?" Pete asked.

“C’mon, Pete. You know what it looks like, don’t you?" Nate asked.

“Yes, I know what it looks like, it looks like a bear got at it,” Pete said.

“Gross,” Lisa said, joining them at the fish.

“But I don’t think there are a lot of bear around here,” Pete continued. “It must have been cannibalized, or injured itself on the glass?”

“Are there any more?" Nate asked.

“Yeah,” Robby said. He wandered a short distance from the trio. “Some heads and other pieces scattered around.”

“Come on, Brynn. Let’s keep moving,” Sheila said. She led the child away from the broken tank. Brynn climbed under a ledge to poke his head up through a glass-encased bubble under the tank.

Everyone else took the prompt and reassembled to continue their shuffle across the ice.

“What could have broken the glass?” Lisa wondered.

“It’s not glass, it’s a transparent acrylic thermoplastic,” Romie said, “and it’s very strong.”

“So what could have done it?" Lisa asked.

“Nothing I know of would make it shatter,” Romie said.

“Doesn’t it get brittle in the cold?" Pete asked.

“Nope,” Romie said. “It gets soft when heated, but cold doesn’t affect it at all.”

“Another mystery to add to the pile of mysteries,” Nate said.

Ted surprised them all when he spoke again—“No ice over here.”

He’d moved onto the carpet in shoe section. The lip at the edge of the carpeted area was enough to dam the water. The rest of the group moved towards Ted’s position.

“Let’s sweep the rest of this floor, move to the lower level, and then we can take the front…” Pete began.

“Shhh!” Ted said, raising a hand. The group fell silent, not even daring to breathe. Ted pointed his flashlight over towards the registers. He cocked his head and swept his light in tiny arcs, surveying all the dark corners his beam could reach.

After they’d held silent for almost a minute, Pete spoke—“What did you see?”

“I heard something moving,” Ted said.

“That’s it,” Sheila said. “Back across the fish. Let’s get out of here.”

Pete frowned.

“Come on, let’s see what it is,” Nate said. He moved in the direction of Ted’s beam.

BRAD WOKE IN the dark with his head pressed against a cold floor. A thin band of light coming under a door was the only thing he could see. His hands and feet were trussed behind his back, stretching his body into an uncomfortable backbend and tugging at his shoulders. He wriggled on the tiles, trying to free up a little slack on the ropes.

He heard footsteps echo in an open space on the other side of the door and a shadow of moving legs passed through the band of light. Brad held his breath and listened. The steps stopped and he heard a man’s voice murmur. It was cut off by another man. The second man spoke louder, but Brad still couldn’t make out any of the words.

The door swung open and Brad saw a huge body step into the light streaming through the door. Brad blinked and tried to make out the backlit face.