Day 22

Gerald and I met up again this morning, after the drum was done. He said his house shook last night against their weight. They knew he was alive, which meant they knew I was too. I couldn’t tell if they came inside my house. Behind that wall, next to the foundation, it wasn’t easy to hear anything.

Gerald still wanted to explore the hospital. He had guts.

The hospital was almost exactly the way we left it. The only change was the ivy had grown darker along each shape, like the plants were tightening their green grip. We had the basement and lobby left to explore. The lobby trailed back to the emergency room. There, we followed a long corridor into a wide chamber with a honeycomb of small rooms. Everything was completely dark, except for a few exit-sign batteries, which hadn’t gone out.

I wonder how long they will last.

As we did yesterday, I kept sending Snowy to each room ahead of us. She strangely listened to my points and head nods. Obedience was typically a dormant trait in Snowy. I like to think that she understood the situation. Life had become more serious for her. The monsters didn’t bother with dogs, but there was still danger everywhere.

Humans were their chief prey. I’m jealous of my dog’s favoritism.

The moment we finished exploring the main level of the hospital, the banging started. At first neither of us wanted to go down the stairwell. The banging was loud, metallic, and carried into every bloody wall and dead fixture. After a lengthy and heated conversation, Gerald convinced me that survivors might be trapped below.

The basement was a long hallway with a concrete floor and fenced in rooms. Boxes were thrown everywhere. The wiry tunnel started to collapse in around us when walked. At the end of the hallway were big metal doors latched together with a two black crowbars. Snowy immediately started to whine. The banging sound echoed everywhere as we walked. The windows in the center of the doors had been shattered. Two long, dark arms with jagged gold blades hung out lazily.

It was one of them, in the daylight, without the drum thundering.

It heard us coming and started banging the doors wildly. We didn’t stop to stare. I wanted to, but Gerald and Snowy ran. It let out a hiss as we fled. The sound surrounded us, like there were thousands waiting in the shadows.

Before I left, I wrote on the basement door in the stairwell: “Warning, there is a devil down here.”


Here is where you can find the other days published thus far from the Greenland Diaries. They introduce you to the series. You can learn more about the Greenland Diaries and the variety of books: here. Thank you for reading.

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