Дэниел Смит - Below Zero

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Twelve-year-old Zak, who has an inoperable brain tumour, is with his sister and parents when their private plane is disastrously diverted. Wrecked on a remote research outpost in the Antarctic, they find themselves in an abandoned base. Then Zak’s parents disappear, and the base’s equipment starts 3D-printing nightmarish spiderlike creatures. Zak’s bizarre visions appear to suggest a link to something else–beneath the ice–which only he can understand…

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Sofia let go immediately and stepped back. ‘Did you see that?’

‘It held on,’ Peters said.

‘Yeah. And did you see that needle or whatever it was?’

‘No?’

‘There’s something coming out of its belly, and it’s stuck into Papa’s neck. Like a mosquito’s needle.’ Sofia shivered. ‘Whatever it is, I reckon it’s making everyone like… this. Could someone be doing it? Deliberately, I mean? Could someone be making these things and doing this?’

‘You mean some kind of mind control?’

‘I dunno. Maybe.’

‘No.’ Peters shook his head. ‘That’s impossible.’

Sofia moved to stand in front of Papa and look into his face. ‘We’ll find out what’s going on,’ she said to him. ‘I promise. I’ll get that thing off your neck and—’

Sofia stepped back and put a hand over her mouth.

‘What is it?’

‘There’s something…’ Her skin flushed red hot, bile rose in her throat, and cold washed over her. Every inch of her flesh tightened into goosebumps. In a second her blood went from boiling to freezing, and her insides contracted as if they were shrinking.

‘What is it?’ Peters said again as he came to her side.

Sofia couldn’t take her eyes off the grey… thing … curled into Papa’s right nostril. It was exactly the same colour and consistency as the sinews on the bug attached to his neck. Grey and glistening and translucent. Sofia had thought it looked like brain tissue but now, in her horror, something else came to mind. An image of shooting cans with her Black Widow catapult while Mama and Papa prepared food on the barbecue. The smell of charcoal burning, of sausages cooking. And lying on a plate beside the barbecue was a plate of raw prawns.

That’s what it looked like. The thing inside Dad’s nose – like the thing Doc Blair had cut from the black armoured bug – had the colour and consistency of an uncooked prawn.

The idea of it was ridiculous – raw prawns? That’s madness. But Sofia couldn’t shake the image. It tore her between terror and hysteria.

And then the thing moved. With one slick, fluid motion, it slid upwards, moving out of sight. Sofia was flooded with a crashing wave of nausea that broke the moment Papa opened his eyes.

His body loosened, his shoulders relaxed, and he stared right at his daughter.

Sofia recognized the panic that was building in her. She had seen cavers experience an overload of emotions when they thought they were stuck underground. She had seen them lose control of their thoughts and feelings, even their breathing, as their panic rose. So she fought it hard. She would not panic. She fixed her eyes on Papa’s and forced herself to be calm.

Papa frowned. ‘Join us.’

‘Oh God.’ Peters jumped back, almost dropping the camera.

The other people in Storage opened their eyes, all of them turning to face Sofia and Peters. They stood relaxed and did something that made Sofia’s scalp tingle.

They smiled.

And then spoke again.

‘Join us.’

‘Papa?’

‘Join us.’

They began to move. All thirty-eight of them shuffled forwards one step as if they had forgotten how to walk. They were hesitant, unstable, but the second step was more confident.

‘Join us.’

Sofia backed away, but the people took another step. And as they did so, Papa raised his hands. When his arms were level with the ground, something slipped out from the narrow gap between his cuff and his glove. A black bug, a beetle-scorpion-earwig thing, about the size of her thumb. It scuttled towards Papa’s elbow and circled round under his arm before another appeared. And another. And another.

‘Join us,’ Papa said to his daughter. ‘Join us.’

Sofia retreated further as the people crowded around her, their fingers grasping at her coat, their muscles becoming stronger, their will becoming more determined.

Insects began to scramble out from the neckline of Papa’s jacket. They scuttled to his shoulder, spread their wings, and took to the air.

‘Go!’ Sofia shouted at Peters. ‘Get out!’

They turned and headed for the door.

Behind them, the settlers followed.

The door swished open as soon as Sofia hit the button. Ice and powdery snow blasted them like shrapnel, swirling into Storage. The crowd of zombies steadied themselves against the brute force of the weather, but showed no sign it bothered them. They continued to shamble forwards, reaching out to grasp Sofia and Peters, who had hesitated in the face of the storm.

‘Get out!’ Sofia shouted. ‘Out!’ She put both hands in the centre of Peters’ back and shoved him hard into the blizzard.

She rushed out behind him, slamming her fist on the button, closing the door. As it swished shut, Sofia heard the awkward buzz and clatter of insects.

She stumbled down the steps, no idea if the settlers would continue to follow, but she had no intention of waiting to find out. ‘Keep going!’ she told Peters. ‘Head for the guide rope.’

Neither of them dared look back, but they both felt the anticipation of what might come – of the door sliding open again, of the people shambling out into the blizzard.

But the door didn’t open. The people didn’t follow.

Something far worse awaited them in the storm.

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OUTPOST ZERO ANTARCTICA 22 HOURS AGO At the bottom of the steps Sofia - фото 23

OUTPOST ZERO, ANTARCTICA

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At the bottom of the steps, Sofia grabbed the guide rope and forged on towards the landing strip. It was impossible to see more than an arm’s length in front of her, so the rope was her lifeline. Without it, she and Peters would lose their way; probably freeze to death a stone’s throw from The Hub.

When Storage was lost in the storm behind them, Sofia stopped and leant close to Peters’ ear. ‘Give me the scanner.’

‘What happened in there? What’s going on?’

‘Just give me the scanner!’ Sofia had defeated her panic, but she could see Peters was still battling with his. ‘Quick!’ She reached for his pocket, but he pushed her hand away and fumbled for it himself.

She took it from him, brushed ice crystals from the screen and squinted at the steady blue glow of the trackers on the satellite map. ‘They’ve gone back to where they were,’ she shouted. ‘Come on, let’s get out of this weather. And don’t lose that camera.’ She stuffed the tracker into her pocket.

As she battled through the storm, Sofia kept an eye on Peters and considered her options. Their priority had to be ViBac. It was essential they upload the video footage so if anything happened to them, there would be a record of this. Somebody would come looking for them, and they’d need to know what had happened here. After that, she had to call for help, so their best bet was to head to Refuge. Once there, they could—

‘There’s something out there!’

Peters’ words sent a surge of adrenaline washing through her veins, and she turned to see him standing a few paces behind her. He was pointing the camera along the landing strip to their right.

Sofia wiped her goggles but all she could see was the swirling frenzy of particles in the wind.

‘Something’s moving.’ Peters kept the camera pointed into the storm. ‘Something big.’

‘I don’t see anything.’ But as she said it, a darkness moved in the white-out. A large, grey shadow, shifting from left to right across her limited field of vision. And, barely audible over the storm, came the strange tick-tack-tick-tack of metal striking ice.

‘You see it?’ Peters called. ‘You hear it?’

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