Chapter #5Dine-n-Dash by: 12344   Amanda tucked her legs beneath her and rose to her full height, just over 100 feet. The ground beneath her was a tornado's wet dream, trailers mangled beyond recognition, lifted trucks and minivans scattered haphazardly about the campgrounds, and people in various states of disrepair lying wherever she had grown bored with them. Her eyes caught furtive movement among the wreckage and she licked her lips. Maybe she wouldn't have to make the trek into town for brunch. Amanda stood stock still, waiting for breakfast to make a move. Two shadows darted under a tattered awning and she struck.
Amanda lifted a leg and twirled on her toes, planting the other foot just to the left of the shelter. She tore the cloth from the trailer, revealing a pair of kids huddling beneath her gaze. She grinned down at them. Amanda didn't particularly mind when kids ended up on the menu, but these ones weren't even worth the energy needed to get them from the ground to her mouth. As they shook and stared up at her with wide eyes, her smiled broadened. With a pinky she tapped them gently on the heads.
"Grow up big and strong now kids! Eat your vegetables and be tasty morsels just like mommy and daddy!" Amanda said. The two burst into squalls and she stood up straight, job finished. Her activity had sent any other people around ducking for cover, so she decided to head for greener pastures. The park was big, requiring nearly five minutes for her to get to the edge. A pitiful chain link fence separated green fields of prairie grass from the brown, dusty earth of the trailer park. Crossing the border, Amanda sighed as her feet sank into the cool vegetation. A few steps brought her to where somebody's station wagon had landed, carving an ugly furrow in the ground. The crumpled front end showed where the vehicle had rammed the giantess' ankle. It had been one of the dumber ideas Amanda had seen, and the driver had been punished. Just seeing the dummy's car caused her mood to sour. Amanda stomped out of the grass and into the road.
She paced angrily down the road, her belly aching a little more with each step. Amanda was eyeing the town now, estimating how much time she had before anyone bothered to wake up a pilot or armored detachment to come to the aid of a small rural town. A bunch of rednecks in sardine cans never merited more than a few highway patrolmen and maybe a few guys with assault rifles. For whatever reason though, Amanda found that if those same rednecks had rickety houses and a pitiful little town hall then they'd treat her like a goddamn Russian invasion. The unfairness truly galled her.
"FUCK!" As if in answer to her question, two helicopters drifted upwards from somewhere within the town. A road sign by her feet named it "Pleasant Valley". Amanda considered walking off and finding somewhere else to top up. But by now she felt like the good citizens of pleasant valley were insulting her by trying not to get eaten. The helicopters turned in her direction and started towards her. They closed the distance fast, she wasn't more than ten miles away. Amanda seized a young tree growing just the other side of the road's drainage ditch. With a kick she shattered the trunk, pulling the top free from the roots. Taking a short build-up she launched the tree at the lead helicopter. A born athlete, her missile hit home and obliterated the front half of the vehicle. It crashed, burning cheerily into the road. The second helicopter's engine roared and it struggled to gain altitude. As it passed overhead, Amanda saw the white cross on red background painted beneath it. She stalked to the downed chopper, two crew staggering out of the wreckage supporting each other. They seemed too dazed to notice her approach and only yelled in horror when she was already on top of them. She tore one of them away and hauled him to face height. He was screaming and tearing at her fingers but she didn't notice.
"NOT EVEN A GODDAMN ATTACK HELICOPTER?" Amanda shouted into the man's face, punctuating each word with a stomp on his comrade.
"DO YOU KNOW WHAT I DID? HOW MANY PEOPLE I'VE KILLED? WHAT I'M GOING TO DO?" The man on the ground was little more than a puddle at this point but Amanda kept going. The one in her hand babbled incoherently. "ANSWER ME." She said. He continued to say what might have been answers, but Amanda was beyond listening. Disgusted, she thrust him in her mouth and crunched down. She chewed quickly, the salty warmth spreading over her tongue. She swallowed the torso and put the lower half in. When this slid down her throat her stomach let out a happy gurgle and Amands began to feel better. She looked down at the mess by her feet. She shook her head and sighed. "Stupid." The brief temper tantrum, her pique at the readiness of their defenses and then the indignation at the lack of defenses melted away and she was her normal, bubbly self again. She walked on and saw the first barricade, two police cars with a few men staring at her in awe. Smiling, she waved to them. Off to the east end of town, she saw a few tents and medical trailers. Probably the refugees who hadn't wanted to party the night before. Amanda thought about where to start.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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