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The door was open. One of the Hollow entered the room and tasted the air. Isabelle observed the mob of thin gaunt creatures standing still in the corridor. From a delirious swarm of hands wanting to break down the door, they seemed almost calm, passive and silent. Her heart was racing. Passive or not there was still a throng of the Hollow only a couple of metres away from them. The single Hollow walked further into the room, its tongue moving in an almost desperate circular motion as if trying to pick up a scent it had lost. Are the suits working? thought Isabelle as she stood motionless on the right hand side of the room. Her eyes moved right, Tabatha and Robert were also standing steadfast, their eyes fixated on the rogue Hollow. Condensation began to build up on the inside of Isabelle’s suit. Was her oxygen pack working? Through the blurred plastic she could see the figure take another two steps into the room. It was then she felt it, the movement of phlegm in her chest, the hoarseness of her breath, the tickle in her throat. As much as Isabelle tried, she could not contain the cough, a cough that had started to plague her over a week ago and had done nothing about. It was about to kill them all. The Hollow may not be able to taste the human flesh in the air but the sound of her violently emptying her lungs would give them away.

Her cough was more of a stifled splutter sending drops of spit onto the inside of the visor. The Hollow turned its head and extended its tongue which twisted round and round while it murmured monosyllabic utterances. It took several steps towards her, stopping inches away from her face. Withdrawing its tongue, the creature looked at her through the transparent plastic. Isabelle stared back through the spit covered veil, holding her breath as it looked back at her with curiosity, seemingly unable to determine what she was. The Hollow protruded its tongue once more and drew it across the clear plastic, causing droplets of condensation to trickle down the inside of the suit. It drew it back leaving a greasy trail of slime in its wake. The creature lifted its arm and began to explore the plastic surface in front of it. One of its sharp talon-like fingers gently pushed at the visor forcing it back against Isabelle’s face. She felt the moisture of the condensation on her cheek as she watched the creature lick across the plastic once more.

Across the room Tabatha watched the Hollow begin to taste the plastic of Isabelle’s suit. She knew the sharp talons of the Hollow could easily puncture the visor exposing the Inspector to the full wrath of the Hollow both inside the room and the docile swarm in the corridor. She had to help. Her arm moved slowly around her waist. Her silenced pistol was tucked into the waistband of her jeans. Just one shot, she thought, just one bullet could get rid of the intruder. The risk was the reaction of the horde outside, but if the creature caused the tiniest hole in the Inspector’s suit then it would be all over. She felt the gun with her gloved hand but she could not pick it up, something was stopping her from grabbing the firearm. She looked down sharply, and in her haste to don the suit, she had worn it over her normal clothes and as a consequence, her weapon. The only way to retrieve it was to unzip the suit and reach inside which was something she could not do. In an uncontrolled exclamation of disgust with herself, she whispered the word, “shit”.


'The Unforeseen Children Of Olive Shipley', 'The Doom Of The Hollow' and 'They Grow Upon The Eyes' are available in various formats from the 'Buy/Download The Books' link above.