“What do you know of these creepers,” Jean Claude asked as they exited the back of the Corner Store.
“They are some sort of mutation from the original bacterium that made up the infection. I’m not sure how that happened.”
Jean Claude walked silent, listening. Erik’s doppleganger began to appear ahead of him in several locations.
“The are small tells within the tall grass. The creepers make a nest-like circle so the first thing would be to notice an unusual space.” Erik noticed his doppleganger stood within several of these nests. He stopped, picked up a small stone from the ground and threw it. It struck the old man in the back forcing him to stop and turn around. The young lady, his granddaughter, was closest to nest.
“Are you insane,” shouted the old man. “What the hell was that for?”
The sudden noise triggered the Creeper and it leaped for the young lady as her mother screamed. Erik bolted forward, followed by Jean Claude.
“Follow me, closely.”
Erik used his doppleganger as a guide and ran around the nests, within the grass. He stopped and stood behind the old man and the girls mother.
“Jean, we have to wrestle with the Creeper. Let’s get behind it.
The Creeper was entangled in the grass forcing both men to grab and pull the tall grasses at the roots. The young lady struggled and kicked, successfully delaying the creature. Erik found the creatures legs, broken and useless, and pulled. The skin and muscle weak stretched. The Creeper ignored Erik’s attempt to pull it away and tightened it’s grip on the girls legs.
Jean stepped within the nest and stood over the Creeper. He grabbed the creatures chest and lifted it up. The Creeper released his grip on the young girl and turned it’s attention to Jean. Erik dropped the creatures legs and stepped up beside the tall man. The Creeper struggled but it wasn’t trying to free itself. It was trying to grab Jean. It twisted it’s chest and spine. It swung it’s dirt-covered hands, grabbing at Jean’s head. It connected at times but never able to hold on. “Your lucky you have little hair,” Erik commented and searched for anything to end the life of this creature.
A sudden thump did the job as Erik looked up. The old man had struck the creature with the remains of a wooden plank. Jean dropped the creature, stepped back then watched as the old man crushed the creatures skull.
“How’s your granddaughter,” Erik asked after the group collectively swallowed an anxious breath.
“Rebecca’s fine,” He said. His voice shaking. “Thank you for the help. I wish you would of hit me with that rock a little sooner.”
Erik smiled. “So do I. My name it Erik.”
The old man shook Erik’s hand and introduced himself as Steve. His eldest daughter as Erica and the young lady as Rebecca.
“Very nice to meet you. This is Jean Claude.”
“We met,” Steve says.
“Of course,” Erik replied. “Follow me, I can lead you past all these Creepers.”