Killer Koala Bears From Another Dimension Part 8

A few moments pa.s.sed in silence, Frank's eyes never leaving the phone.

"So, who were you trying to call?"

"Kathie... my girlfriend," Frank said, his voice distant. "I don't know where she is. She got attacked at the apartment, but I was too late. I was at work when it happened. When I got to the apartment her car keys were gone and I didn't see her car in the parking lot. She had to of gotten out in time. I just hope she's okay."

"Where would she gone?"

"Same place we're headed. 105 right out of town. Her parents live a few cities over."

"You'll find her. Don't worry 'bout it. If her car wasn't there... she got out."

"Yeah..." Frank said, pocketing the cellphone. "I hope you're right, Outlaw. I hope you're right." Not wanting to think about what could have happened to Kathie, he changed the subject. "You know... I got my tires replaced at your shop just last month. I always go to Outlaw Tires. Good rates, for sure."

"Yeah?" Outlaw smiled, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to study Frank's face. "I thought I recognized you. We're pretty quick 'bout the turnaround ti-"

"Look out!" Frank pointed to the road ahead, cutting Outlaw off in mid-sentence.

"Oh, s.h.i.+t!" Outlaw shouted, turning the wheel sharp and slamming on the brakes.

The Jimmy s.h.i.+fted hard to the right coming to a stop just in time. The brakes squawked and the axels groaned. The screech of the tires sc.r.a.ping across pavement echoed out through the street even over the groaning vehicle's protest to stop.

"We're never getting out," Frank gasped.

"You don't know that," Outlaw demanded, putting the vehicle in park.

Before them was a five car pileup smack dab in the middle of the highway. Only thing was, there were no cars in the crash coming from the other direction. The cars were just piled on each other like smashed bricks. Orange light floated over the cars like a thick lens. It held them like a cage, preventing them from moving any farther. Three other cars were between the Jimmy and the pile of wreckage. One, a black van, had its back doors open showing it was filled with pa.s.sengers. Some were obviously injured. More than a dozen more people stood along the street investigating the crash and the strange light coming down like a bowl covering a trapped bug.

Outlaw nodded at Frank and with that, they both opened their doors and stepped out of the Jimmy.

Outlaw called out to the crowd standing near the damaged pileup while walking over. "What's happened?"

No one replied.

Outlaw gave Frank a look and shrugged.

Frank shrugged back.

Approaching the van, Frank saw that there was still someone sitting in the driver seat. An old man. Had to be in his late 60's. Long white hairs protruded strangely from his ears. Frank looked past it and just approached him as if it were any other normal day.

"Excuse me, Sir. Can you tell us what's going on here?" Frank pointed to all the people standing in the street before them and beyond to the pile of cars pressed against the barrier of light.

"So...so...so...something c...c...crazy. That's what," the old man stuttered. "We... de...de...definitely can't get th...th...through."

The old man's eyes darted back and forth, scanning the sides of the street near the woods. As his head bobbed left and right, all Frank could do was stare at those strange hair filled ears. He'd never seen anything like it. Not in real life anyway. It reminded him of that episode of Family Guy where Peter's dad had gnomes living in his ears.

"What are you looking for? Did someone go in the woods?" Outlaw asked, stepping up behind Frank and addressing the old man's wandering eyes.

"Yep... some of the pe...pe...people from the car in front of us went in th...th..there to in...ins...insp...in-"

"Inspect?" Frank filled in the blank.

"Yes..." The old man said, half leaning out the window of the van.

Just when Frank was about to ask why they went into the woods, two people came walking up on the street. The crowd fell silent as they waited eagerly to hear what the two arrivals had to say.

"It's like that all the way down," one of them said, stepping onto the street, slightly out of breath.

"What the h.e.l.l do you mean it goes all the way down?" Someone else protested.

"That's what I mean, all right? It just keeps going. We can't get past it, whatever the h.e.l.l it is."

Outlaw stepped forward. "Why can't we just walk through it? It's light."

"You hearing this guy?" A woman shouted. She was wearing a nightgown and slippers. "It's just light... ha... Don't you see these cars, mister? If they ain't pa.s.sing through, then you can forget about it."

"Yeah," another man spoke up, poking his head out from one of the other cars. "When we first got here, I watched a bird fly right into that d.a.m.n thing."

"What happened to it?" Outlaw asked.

"It isn't flying anymore if that's what you're asking," the man leaning out of the car said.

Frank looked to the ground and picked up a medium size rock sitting at the edge of the road. Without saying a word, he tossed it as hard as he could at the strange field of light.

"Hey... What the h.e.l.l are you-" The woman in the slippers started to say, but the collision interrupted her.

The rock collided with the orange field of light with a loud electrical crack. A jolt of pure force and energy pulsed at the center of impact. The ringing hum that followed carried through the air like a tuning fork. It was so loud that Frank had to cover his ears. When he looked up, everyone was doing the same.

After a moment the piercing noise faded.

"You think we haven't tried that, mister?" The woman demanded.

"Sorry..." Frank lifted his hands in suggestive surrender.

Frank felt the phone in his pocket burning a figurative hole in his pocket. All he could think about was Kathie. This is the way she would have come. Maybe she made it out before that strange light started filtering into everything. He scanned the wreckage and didn't see her car among the damage. He just longed to call her. To hear her voice. To know that she was all right. That everything was okay. He had to act. Do something. If she wasn't here, then she had to have gotten through. Where else would she have gone?

Just as he was running all of this through his head, trying to think as if he were in her shoes, Outlaw nudged him on the shoulder. They locked eyes and Frank followed him back to the Jimmy away from the crowd in the street.

"Well, what the h.e.l.l you wantin' to do, kid?" Outlaw whispered, looking back at the mess blocking their path.

"I don't know..." Frank said, glancing back down the road in the direction they had come from. "I'm trying to decide where Kathie would have gone if she didn't make it to her parents. But I just don't know..."

"We could just wait here," Outlaw suggested. "If you really think she would come this way, that is."

"I really do. It's just that she'd be here already. Her car isn't in that pileup... so where does that leave her?"

Frank stood there for a moment just looking around, trying to think of where Kathie would have gone. But more than anything, just hoping that she had made it out to her parents.

"There's another car coming!" The woman in slippers yelled out. "Might want to signal them before they hit us."

"Good point," Outlaw said. "We could a used a bit of a heads up. Came d.a.m.n close to cras.h.i.+ng into this mess ourselves."

When Outlaw and Frank stepped past the Jimmy, someone from behind them yelled out, "It's the police! Thank G.o.d. We're saved!"

Sure enough, a cruiser headed down the road at full speed with lights flas.h.i.+ng.

For the briefest of moments Frank almost believed it for himself. They really where saved.

Frank swallowed hard, his right hand clasped tight to the cellphone in his coverall's pocket. Maybe in the morning when he woke up in bed next to Kathie they would laugh together about his crazy dream.

He knew better.

The cops in that patrol car were going to be able to handle the situation just as much this was a dream.

They were f.u.c.ked, and the expression plastered across David Outlaw's face said it all for Frank.

11.

"Slow down. There's people in the road!"

"I see them!" Tim grunted, slamming the brakes on the patrol car.

The patrol car skidded across the asphalt coming to a dead stop about twenty feet away from a white GMC Jimmy parked in the center of the road. The cruiser lights still flashed, illuminating everything ahead in purple and green light. The strange orange hue that had descended on the town altered the familiar red and blue flashers.

"What the s.h.i.+t, man? Who parks in the middle of the street like that?"

Joana was too busy lost in thought to have heard Tim's complaint. She couldn't help but remember that white truck. But she just couldn't place it. Where had she seen it before?

Before either one of them could climb out of the cruiser, a ma.s.s of people started crowding around. One of them, Joana recognized, which instantly placed where she had seen the white truck. It was Frank Edelman's vehicle. He was a few years older than she was, and he worked at the Recreation Center, but she had seen him around. She had seen him once or twice at a few of the small house parties some of her friends had thrown. She had even talked to him briefly here and there at the grocery store. A jitter of b.u.t.terflies swarmed in her stomach as he and all the others approached the cop car. He was adorable and handsome all in one.

"What do you think's going on?" Tim asked, appearing hesitant to step out of the car.

"Only one way to find out," Joana said, opening her door.

Tim followed suit and they both stepped out into the street simultaneously.

The calm demeanor of the crowed s.h.i.+fted instantly to an uproar of squabbling and bickering.

"These aren't the police... just a couple of kids!" Someone shouted from within the crowd.

The protests grew even louder.

"What the h.e.l.l are we going to do now?"

"That's just great!"

"We're all going to die out here!"

"Since when did the police start dressing like Marilyn Manson?"

Frank approached Joana felt fl.u.s.tered.

"Joana. You guys all right?" Frank put his left hand on her shoulder.

Oh my G.o.d... he actually knows my name. What do I do... what do I say?

"I... uh..."

"What the h.e.l.l happened to the front b.u.mper on this thing?" A large man covered in grease walked up beside Frank.

"Joana, this is Outlaw... Outlaw, Joana..." Frank introduced them. "And the guy with the long black hair... that's..."

She smiled. "That's Tim, my boyfriend."

For some reason or another, she kind of wished she hadn't just blurted out their relations.h.i.+p status like that. If anything, it put her and Frank stuck at just friends automatically.

"Well, nice to meet you guys. Any friend of Frank's is a friend of mine." Outlaw lifted his ball cap, nodded, and put the cap back on. "So I got to ask. What happened to the front end of this here cop car and how in the h.e.l.l did you end up with it?"

Before either of them could reply, Frank said, "You guys are covered in blood. Are you hurt?"

"It's not my blood," Joana breathed. "Some of what's on Tim is his. He got thrown from my mom's car when those things attacked us."

"s.h.i.+t, kid. You okay?"

"I think so..." Tim rubbed his head, his face still coated in dried blood. "My head is throbbing something fierce and my freaking side hurts."

"Well, let's get those cruiser lights turned off and you guys come take a look at the damage. Those lights probably aren't helping your head at all," Frank said, looking at Tim. "They're freaking bright as c.r.a.p."

"We would turn them off, but we don't know how," Joana sighed.

"I got it." Outlaw stepped past Tim leaning into the cruiser. After a moment, the lights went off and he popped his head out with a shotgun in hand. "Check this out. This might come in handy."

"Yeah... We couldn't figure out how to unhook it from the rack either," Joana said.

Tim glared at her with embarra.s.sment. She lowered her head as if what she said was a slap to his face.

"Well, its unhooked now." Outlaw grinned, tossing it to Frank. "You know how to handle this thing?"

Frank caught it and shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. You just point and shoot, right?"

"Something like that." Outlaw smiled. "Just hold tight. It's got a kick to it."

"What about you?"