- Available in: Ebook, print coming soon
- ISBN: B010UVFRZG
- Published: September 2, 2015
Excerpt from Hypastraxia Volume II
“I think the Hypes are working with the scientists at the CDC, and there should be a cure by now. They have better technology and everything. They should have had a cure by now. The news never has any idea what it’s talking about any—.”
What the heck?
“I like the way your mind— what is it?”
Evan was making his way over toward that guy Deshawn’s car, sort of zombie-like. He was not seeing this. It wasn’t… this wasn’t possible. Well, okay, all things considered, this was very possible. Based on what he’d seen so far.
There was a small patch of bluish fuzz on the back door and just behind it. Evan didn’t want to get close, but he almost hadn’t seen it at all. When he bent down, the wafer-thin little flaky grassy things, barely an eighth of an inch high, waved at him. Like moved toward him.
“That is Hypastraxia,” Kincaid said. And when he reached for the door handle, she said, “Don’t open that door.”
“Sorry Deshawn,” she said off-handedly, “but we’re burning this car. Evan, stand up and look inside the car. Don’t touch the car. Definitely don’t touch it.”
There was a mini forest inside the car. It was full of some very familiar white flowers, and that moss was everywhere. It was taller, too, at least an inch. It looked, now, more like mini seaweed, and it definitely waved towards him. It had crept up the back of the passenger’s side seat, and was now sprawled out over nearly the entire backseat bench, all the way to the driver’s side door. Evan noticed a fine dusting of blue covering the window, with the flowers in the place where you’d put your feet. Of course, they weren’t flowers. They were alien flower things. The petals looked both transparent and oily, and they had deeper purple veins running through them even though they were whitish.
The flowers bent closer to him as he stared.
“What are they doing?”
“Sensing us, maybe,” Kincaid said. “I want to know how it got—”
The flower things spit at them. The window was suddenly splattered with a clear juice. No, not clear, slightly tinged with blue. Both he and Kincaid jerked back, but luckily it was winter and the windows were rolled all the way up.
They stared for a few moments as the stuff slowly leaked down the window and got absorbed by the thin film of super tiny mossy stuff already there.
“How did it get there, is what I want to know,” Kincaid said quietly. Maybe that stuff could hear them. He wondered how long it would be before the whole car was covered in the stuff. How well it grew in the cold. He shuddered at the sudden idea of what might have happened if he’d opened the door. Then he shuddered again at the thought of Stevie’s body already covered in it. His stomach cramped up again.
He knew a murdered person.
“I think we need to burn my house down, too,” Evan said.