The Complete Drive-In (52 page)
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Authors: Joe R. Lansdale
We looked on her side, and sure enough, one of the guys had a big old bone, sharp on one end from having been broken, and he was sticking it in the edge of the window, trying to work the glass loose. He wasn’t looking at what he was doing. He grinned at us. He had very yellow teeth.
They began to beat on the windows, all around, with their fists.
“Yep,” I said, “No question in my mind. They want to eat us.”
“Well, fuck them,” Grace said, turned her ass toward the front glass, and pulled down her little fur shorties and gave them a moonshot.
They beat on the glass harder.
“I think you’re just encouraging them,” I said.
Steve climbed into the driver’s seat, hit the key. The engine sprang to life. Steve jerked it in gear and punched it. The bus seemed to leap. The folk on the hood went flying backward, and there was a sound like someone stepping on crackers in cellophane. The bus bumped twice.
I looked out the back window. A couple of the fish cave folk lay in a bloody wad on the grating, and Bjoe was up and limping after us, shaking his fists. The others were coming at a run, passing him.
We were going pretty goddamn fast for a large bus in a small space with a short length to run. Also there was another problem. A large pile of cars in front of us, and no time to stop, and really, no purpose in stopping.
And there was the little problem of the Scuts, whatever they were, waiting in the dark.
The bus slammed into the pile of automobiles and the darkness that surrounded them.
8The bus hit the pile of cars, hit them hard, knocked our asses about, tossed me over a seat and into another. When I clambered to my feet and looked out, the bus was no longer moving, but it had moved the cars a mite. The darkness had fallen over the front of the bus and covered it like a drop cloth.
Glancing out the back windows, into the light, I saw the fish cave folk were closing from the rear. I could already envision myself being ripped open, my guts pulled out for an appetizer.
Steve jerked the bus in reverse, backed it with a full-throttle wobble, hit a couple of the fish cave folk and drove them down beneath the bus, smashing them like walnuts. Then he gunned the bus forward again, but at an angle. This time he hit one of the cars and really moved it, pushed it back deeper into shadow. He put his foot down hard on the gas, and there was a sound like metal grinding, and smoke rose up from the tires. For a long time the bus just held its spot. Held long enough the fish cave folk reached us and leaped against the back of the bus, up on the bumper and beat at the glass and metal wall there.
The cars began to move, began to slip backward. The bus began to creep forward, taking us and the bus and the pursuing fish cave folk into the darkness.
Steve drove on, the cars parting like the Red Sea, rolling up on either side of us, tumbling along the grate floor. After a few moments, we were deeper into the darkness and the fish cave folk began to fall back.
“They don’t like it here,” Reba said.
“Neither do I,” Steve said. “I just saw something that didn’t look like anything, but like all kinds of things, rush by the hood.”
We were still moving, but we had slowed down. We looked out the windows and saw nothing.
“You still see it?” I asked.
“Nope,” Steve said. “It went by fast.”
“Maybe it was just a shadow,” Grace said. “I didn’t see anything.”
“You weren’t looking straight ahead,” Steve said. “And no, it wasn’t a shadow. Unless they can pull themselves apart from the darkness and ... well, I don’t know what it did. Run? Flew? Tumbled? I couldn’t tell you. It was there, then it moved, then it wasn’t there anymore. It was like it fitted itself into the darkness again. It was ... I don’t know, darker than the dark.”
“Stop the bus,” I said.
“You sure?” Steve said.
“They aren’t coming anymore,” I said.
Steve geared the bus down, brought it to a halt. Looking back, it was as if we were down in a dark hole staring up at the sun. Against the light the fish cave folk moved. They grabbed up their dead, and pulled them to the side, set upon the bodies with knives. Fights broke out.
Bjoe appeared from the midst of the fleshy wad, slashing at anything in his way with a bone knife. A throat was cut. A man fell at his feet. The crowd parted around him, scuttled back. At his feet the man whom he had cut thrashed and squirted blood from his throat.
Bjoe looked toward the bus, knife in hand, hair disheveled, dick and balls hanging like some kind of withered fruit. I guessed he could see our shape. He didn’t come toward us though. He just looked at us for a long time, then turned and said something to those around him.
After a moment the fish cave folk moved toward Bjoe, slowly, respectfully. They set about cutting, mostly tearing, at the bus-crushed bodies. Bjoe leaned over and stabbed the quivering man he had wounded a couple of times, ripped him open from gut to gill.
Intestines hissed up steam, and blood gushed. Fish cave folk dropped to their knees and dipped their faces into the bloody body. Some ran off with meaty pieces, like dogs.
Bjoe, realizing his prized long pigs were being taken from him, settled down over the man he had killed, bared his teeth. I couldn’t hear him from there, but I could sure see those teeth. Could even imagine him growling like some protective wild animal.
“I think it’s a good thing we didn’t stay back there,” I said.
“Yeah,” Reba said. “Bjoe has done run all out of nice.”
“He was so friendly the other night,” Cory said.
“Hell,” Grace said. “You wouldn’t know. You were drunk. You ought to be glad we didn’t leave your intoxicated ass lying up there. We thought about it.”
“I’m glad you didn’t,” he said.
“I don’t believe it takes a ton of thinking,” I said, “to know that Bjoe is off his nut. He was friendly, and maybe he thought that would work for him. With the girls.”
“Yeah,” Grace said. “He saw you and me as maybe a willing carnival ride. Then, an unwilling lunch.”
“It didn’t turn out so easy for him, though,” Reba said.
“No, it didn’t,” Grace said. “And I wish he’d put something over that big old ugly thing of his. It looks like a turkey neck. You know, cut up for boiling in soup.”
“Don’t make me hungry,” Homer said.
“Course,” James said, moving his head from right to left as he looked out the window. “Bjoe and his bunch may turn out to be the least of our worries. I just saw what Steve saw.”
9No one else saw it, but none of us doubted there was something out there to see.
“We got some food still,” Steve said. “And water. We can settle in for awhile, think things over.”
“And if we need to go to the bathroom, do a one or a two?” Cory asked.
“Hang it out the window,” Steve said. “Have someone watch so whatever those things are don’t crawl up your ass.”
“It’s the bathroom part I hate the most,” Reba said. “Not having privacy and some place comfortable to go. And, you guys, you may do number ones, but you don’t do number twos. Way some of you smell, those have got to be number fours.”
“On that note,” Steve said, “what say we hustle up something to eat?”
“And might I suggest we eat small,” Grace said. “We want time to figure on Homer’s plan.”
“I just love that part,” Homer said. “Me with a plan.”
After eating, we decided on lookouts. We started with Steve. Way we worked was we let the ones who felt the least tired do the watching. There was no way for us to know how long a watch was, so we just had to go by instinct. If someone felt they wanted to watch for awhile, they took over, replacing whoever was on duty at the time.
The plan was, everyone got a watch.
The rest of us, though not sleepy, tried to sleep anyway. It wasn’t that hard, really. Boredom, fear, depression, it all helps you sleep. Only problem for me is, it didn’t really give me freedom. In my dreams I thought about the same things I thought about when awake.
As for the plan to escape, nothing more was mentioned about it for a time. But, I did feel my ears pop a couple of times, and I reported it to Grace.
We were sitting up front of the bus, me and her and Steve, and she was speaking softly. She said, “Homer’s plan gives hope, such as it is, but I don’t know it will actually work.”
“It was really your plan,” I said.
“Of course,” she said. “Thing is, could be our ears pop when we go down,
and
when we come up. Trick is to know which is which.”
and
when we come up. Trick is to know which is which.”
“Ah,” I said.
“I think I can tell the difference,” Grace said. “There’s a real pressure when we go down. It’s subtle, but it’s there. When we go up, or when I think we go up, I feel ... well, lighter. Thing is, I’d like a few days to really get used to feeling it.”
“I get you,” I said.
“We go off half-cocked,” Steve said, “we’ll drown like rats.”
“We’ll probably drown like rats anyway,” I said.
Later in the day, a new problem presented itself.
It was on my watch. I was at the back, looking out the window. Bjoe’s minions had carried off the bodies and gone away, but from time to time they showed themselves, moved as far down the grid as they dared, right at the edge of light and shadow.
Bjoe came once. I don’t know if he could see me well or at all, where I stood at the back window. I’m sure he could see the outl ine of the bus, surrounded by piled cars on either side, but one thing was for sure, I could see him, out there beneath the bright lights.
From what Bjoe had said I could be assured he wasn’t a Christian, but, by golly, he had all the makings. Narrow-minded, mean-spirited, judgmental, and hypocritical. He may have been a little too well educated, but on all other fronts he would have made a hell of a fundamentalist, even if he was coming from the opposite end of the spectrum.
All he needed was a suit and a tie and a pulpit. He was just the sort to have a choir boy bent over a spare pew, or his hand in your pocket when you weren’t looking, all the while telling you how he knows the truth and you got to get with the program, Brother.
In a way, he had his own congregation. The fish cave folk. We were to be their source of wine and wafer, flesh and blood. I’d had a run-in with that type before, when we were originally in the drive-in.
But, this wasn’t the problem. At the moment, this was an annoyance.
The problem was Cory.
No one was sleeping now, we were just taking turns at the back of the bus, and Cory, he went to the center, said, “I think we’re all going to be together, then we got to share better.”
“How’s that?” James said.
“The women.”
“Hey,” Reba said. “I think the women get a say in that.”
“Listen here, now,” Cory said. “Under normal circumstances, I’d agree. But I’m tired of bumping James in the butt. It ain’t satisfying.”
“And there’s that shit-on-your-dick factor,” James said.
“That too,” Cory said.
“Then stop doing it,” Reba said.
“Well now, I’d like to,” Cory said. “Me and James have talked about it. We don’t like it none. We ain’t homos, but we do want to get off.”
“Jerk off, and shut up,” Grace said. She was still at the front of the bus, and now she rose from her seat, stood in the aisle. She stood with her legs spread, her naked breasts rose with her deep breathing. She looked formidable, but she also looked good, standing like that, her breasts revealed.
Steve said, “What she said.”
“It don’t have to be nothing special,” Cory said. “And you girls wouldn’t even have to care or like it. We could do it from behind. You could look out the window. But I say we all get a turn. It ain’t right that we shouldn’t. We got needs. We’re human, and this ain’t like at home. Social business and manners, they ain’t no good here. It ought not be that Steve and Jack here are the only ones getting their pudding tossed. I say, right now, we make a deal: you gals give it up. I don’t know we can measure time on whose turn it is real easy, but we can work something out. Grace, you and Reba, you can take turns, you can—”
It was quick, I’ll say that.
Grace, who must have been twenty feet away, was suddenly running down the aisle, very fast toward Cory. I knew in my heart of hearts she wasn’t hastening to give him some nookie.
I was right.
She leapt in the air.
Cory tried to step back.
He threw up his hands.
Too late.
Grace’s foot snapped out, and she made with a loud yell, and her leg sliced right between his lifted arms and caught him in the face and there was a cracking sound and his head turned quick and he made a noise like someone who had just stepped on a tack.
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