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I just posted this as a reply to http://cmsgardnerblog.wordpress.com/2013/08/19/writing-challenge-write-a-paragraph-beginning-with-it-was-a-dark-and-stormy-night/
It was a dark and stormy night. Jess decided to go up on the roof for some fresh air. She had been couped-up in the lab far too long and desperately needed to get outside, even if it was just on the roof. She grabbed a raincoat from the closet, a pair of binoculars, and her favorite semi-automatic .410 gauge shotgun. Eddy was asleep in the next room and Tom, Cindy, Maxine, and Wolf were sleeping soundly in their makeshift accomodations in the break room. Wolf wagged his tail as Jess passed him. “Shhhh”, she whispered, “I won’t be gone long.”
She looked through the small window in the stairway door to make sure that it was safe, then quickly unlocked the door with her key. Once in the stairway she immediately relocked the door. She had previously turned off the motion sensors between the lab and the roof so as not to wake anyone. “I doubt that they will coming down from the roof tonight,” she thought. Zs weren’t known for their climbing ability.
She quickly climbed the several flights of stairs to the roof door. She looked out the small window, but it was too dark to see anything. “Never been a problem before,” she thought. She turned on the flashlight and laser sight, which were mounted below the barrel of her shotgun, unlocked the door and silently stepped outside.
The wind was cold and damp blowing in from the Gulf. The salt smell of the sea was full in her nostrils, clean and fresh, unlike the filtered and re-filtered air of the lab. She scanned the roof with the flash light. “All clear,” she noted mentally. The door opened onto the roof just under the backup generator platform. At this elevation the possibility of flooding was nil and there were no known hurricane force winds that could damage them. The generators were well anchored. She stepped out from under the generator platform and looked up to see the full moon “sailing” through the low scudding clouds. Every so often a wave of light rain washed over her, pushed on by the wind.
Jess walked over to the edge of the railing and scanned the beach with the binoculars. Nothing. She scanned the streets surrounding the lab building, following them back to the beach. Nothing. “Wonder where they are sleeping tonight?” she mused. The fact that Zs had been seen on the parking garage security cameras several times in the past few days was cause for concern. She made sure to check the garage cameras before going out, but it was still disconcerting.
After several minutes, Jess heard a distant wailing cry. It sounded like it was several miles away. The shrieking grew as other voices joined it and rose and fell in volume as it was carried by the wind. It could have been a pack of coyotes or wolves, but these were all too obviously human voices. The sound sent a chill up and down Jess’s spine. It was suddenly too cold to be outside.
Jess turned and walked briskly back to the stairwell. “Enough fresh air for tonight,” she thought to herself as she closed and locked the door behind her and descended the stairs to the lab.