I could just barely make out the silhouette of the handful of Amazon sized trucks parked in the back for emergency bailouts; Bert’s included. No signs of attempted escape or forced entry. Just darkness. A plague of stillness and emptiness.
The only thing that I could see that looked out of place now that my eyes were adjusted to the dark, were big square boxes lining the side of the road. They weren’t big enough to stop an Amazon intruder. They wouldn’t even stop a Little unless they stubbed their toe and gave up… A quarter-assed barricade at best. Something wasn’t adding up.
The click clacking of heels caused my hair to stand up on end. “Awwww,” “Look at the cute Little babies up past their bedtime.” A voice called out. “That doesn’t seem very mature.” The three of us turned around. Not ten yards away were three giant figures. Amazons in trenchcoats. They loomed over us like nightmares.
