Cory Hudson looked around the second-floor closet, or at least tried to in the pitch blackness.
What the hell am I doing here? He wondered. It’s not like he could hide from what was after him.
The closet had a musty smell, probably because it was mainly used for storage of old clothes and blankets. Cory thought he could also smell the faint odor of old cedar mothballs.
This place could use some new mothballs, he thought as if the thought of moths feeding on old sweaters or blankets could distract him from the danger he was in at this very moment.
Cory wondered if the smell of the stale clothes or mothballs would mask his scent form the thing stalking him. He hoped so but didn’t hold much faith in it. It could probably smell the fear coming from him like a fat man could smell an all-you-can-eat buffet a block away.
To get his mind off the fear, he tried to think of how he could have possibly missed the signs. He didn’t think it could be that hard, but then again, from what he had seen so far, all the signs in movies and books were pure fiction. Make believe to see a story. The truth is, unless they want you to know, you won’t. And once you find out, your choices are limited.
You have three choices. The first is to accept fate and join the ranks. Become one of them. The second option is to reject the offer, which mainly ends with you dying. The third option follows the same line as the second – fight. This option, however, almost always ends in death as well.
The third option is the one Cory would choose. So far, it wasn’t looking hopeful.