CLOVERFIELD TWO: page 2

Jason began to fear internal damage from his horrifying fall and impacts with a sudden dizziness that comes from exhaustion when a body is forced to overexert tremendous energy. Just when he felt he could start to sinking again and never resurface, a coast guard boat drifted up behind him, hauling into their vessels, every body they could. He felt like the catch of the day, resembling a dead fish left on top of the other corpses. while the more lively were seen to, concerning wounds and getting blankets. He had to kick himself back to life again and soon or they might send him to the morgue....


Marlena's nose began to bleed from the radioactive scratch, not bite, of the strange thing that had attacked the small group she'd stayed with. If they'd known Jason was still under the bridge, they'd have gone down under there as they detoured towards Beth's father's apartment, down into the subway tunnel. Rob seemed really concerned for her, even after losing his brother and the deplorable way he'd acted, as if he'd been wronged in not calling Beth.
The authorities that had witnessed the terrible outcomes of those parasite bites, they feared she'd literally explode on them as they dragged her to a tent to put her down, put her out of their misery, and her pain and theirs.
The gun was raised at her face as her dizziness faded and the fatigue o of the long night was replaced with the adrenaline towards survival. There was no out, crowded as she was, for flight rather than fight. And her arms and hands seemed to take on a life of their own as she grabbed the gun just as the trigger was being pulled aiming at her face. Unaware of the hazmat suited person behind her as he tried to restrain her, the bullet found his head, splattering blood against the white partition... that white tent of a partition.
Lilly and Hud would not have left Marlena, maybe Rob wouldn't either, if the gun toters hadn't rushed them along. Everyone was confused. No one would ever have believed that a giant bald mutant sloth would destroy and terrorize a city and they'd be correct. A giant bald mutant sloth would never do such a thing willingly. Whatever the circumstances, it was an unfortunate occurrence. As was the moth-like wings eruptting from Marlena's back, along with four extra limbs of spider-like qualities which leapt like a lizard on a cold hot plate and took off into a direction where no guns were sensed...
(to be continued...)