I wish I’d been able to warn them. Well the human part of me did.
“She’s catatonic. We’re not quite sure why.”
I was listening.
Listening for the music that was the warning of things to come. Music that only I appeared to hear. For those surrounding me, I was to all intents and medical purpose locked into a vegetative state.
“There’s no response. We’ve done so many tests. No response from her whatsoever. I’m sorry. There’s nothing more that we can do.”
Eyes flickered behind shadows, belied the diagnoses of doctors, condemnations of me by those who should have known better.
“Should we consider moving her to another hospital? We can afford to pay. We have insurance that will cover it.”
Betrayed by my own dad. He, of all people, should have known what I was listening for. I heard him holding back the tears, breathing heavily, trying to control himself.
“Well there is a place. I’m just not sure they’d take her right now. I’ll make a call. If you’d like to wait here for a few moments.”
Click. A door closing.
Again. I heard it again. That subliminal sound. Right at the top of the range, almost outside human hearing. I heard it. Minutes passed with it boring its way into my brain. The final note now fell into place.
A chord, heard only by those who had been infected, calling us to battle. That’s what I’d been listening for.
Click. Click. Click. A door opening.
Yes, you’re in luck… they said they’d take……”
In the room there was silence. The eerie silence you get when the monster within finally explodes out of and kills. The silence of shock and horror that is unable to utter a word, nor scream.
The invasion began.