This choice: You make it to the infirmary, but before you enter it starts breaking apart... • Go Back... After another two laps of the campus, you finally made the right turn to get to the health center, a non-descript, squat, single story building set on a side street. You were irritated and muttering darkly to yourself as you parked in the small visitors’ lot and turned off your car. Despite your wife’s assurances— or at least the school’s assurances that she had passed on— you couldn’t help but be a little worried about Katie. There were too many unanswered questions about what she had been exposed to, how much she had been exposed to, and what this “experimental fertilizer” actually was. Sarah had said Katie had been doused with the stuff. That could mean anything from getting a decent splash of it on her, to falling in a vat and ingesting gallons of the stuff.
You shook your head as you opened the door and stepped out. You were just being paranoid. In all likelihood Katie was fine, though you were eager to see her for yourself and put the dark thoughts out of your head. You were so distracted as you closed your car door that you were completely taken by surprise as someone clipped your shoulder as they ran past.
You spun and steadied yourself against your car. “Hey!” you cried. The kid who had hit you staggered a few steps from the impact, but didn’t stop running. He threw a glance over his shoulder toward you and you could see his eyes were wide and his face was contorted with terror.
You were about to say something else when you noticed more people running, dodging around the cars in the little lot. Some kept running into the warren of buildings in the university’s heart, but most slowed and turned after putting some distance between themselves and the parking lot.
Or rather, the clinic.
“Katie,” you whispered as you turned around. Dozens of people were pouring out of the clinic in a panic. You caught some snippets of their frightened cries as they ran past you.
“Keep going!”
“She’s not stopping!”
“She’s gonna bring the whole building down!”
Your stomach dropped. What was this? A shooting? A bombing? You hadn’t heard any gunshots. You were about to stop someone and demand to know what was going on, that your daughter was in the building, when a low rumbling was felt and something large and pale pressed against the glass door in front of you from within, blocking the exit. As you watched, wide-eyed, the large fleshy mass flexed, pressing firmly against the door for a moment before the glass shattered. A second later a giant human foot, more than 6 feet long from heel to toe, burst out of the clinic’s entrance, demolishing the door frame.
You stood there with your mouth hanging open, as people around you fled and screamed. You were still trying to process what you were seeing when a section of wall a few yards down from the entryway collapsed outward and another massive foot emerged from the building.
The monstrous feet were pushed out of the clinic by two huge legs, growing longer and thicker before your eyes.
Chills crawled up your back. “A chemical spill,” your wife had said. “Katie got doused with a bunch of experimental fertilizer.”
Experimental fertilizer
It shouldn’t be possible. It was pure science fiction—crappy, 1950s B-movie science fiction. But the massive feet and legs—shaved smooth, you noted—plowing through the landscaping around the building were real enough, and with terrible certainty you knew who was outgrowing the clinic.
“Oh, Katie…” you whispered.
You sat down hard on the ground, just at a complete loss. Your daughter, who this morning had been an ordinary if slightly above average 5’7’’ was now bigger than a building. You didn’t even want to try to guess how big Katie was, but her growing legs had by now stretched into the parking lot and her massive feet were pushing cars out their way with terrifying ease. For the moment, all you could do was sit there, staring at the pale sole by now only a few paces in front of you. It was bigger than you were, and swelling wider and taller as you watched, topped with ballooning toes each bigger than your own head.
With a roar of collapsing masonry, the entire front wall of the clinic collapsed as Katie’s thighs expanded through it. That, and the sound of sirens approaching, finally stirred you to action. You were in danger. More than that, your daughter was in danger. Sure she was a giant now, but an entire building was collapsing on top of her. And, you suddenly realized, she must be lying down. If Katie were sitting up, her head and upper body would have been visible high above the building’s roof. Was she hurt? Was she even conscious? She was alive, at least; you could see her toes flex and wiggle as they swelled. You wondered what you should do. Should you try confronting the group of doctors behind you nervously watching the spectacle? Or should you just run around to the other side of the building where you had to assume Katie’s head had emerged?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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