Drider 4: War! Special thanks to Kemmer for suggesting some of the ideas in this story The cold night air stung Antonio as he walked through the desert. He cursed himself for not bringing a coat. He didn’t even bring a jacket. All he had was a shirt and his jeans. “Stupid, stupid!” He cursed himself. “You’re such a fool Antonio! You might freeze out here, and you didn’t think to bring a jacket did you?” ...
continued from part one Part 2 London was silent. The sound of cars, of crowds, of people, were all gone. The city, for the first time in its history, was totally silent. There were large webs strung up through the city, between every building and every street. On each web were up to two dozen silk bundles. They were still and quiet most of the time, but occasionally they wiggled ever so slightly, and a muffled cry could faintly be heard. ...
continued from part two Part 3 “Wow dad,” Mona said. “She’s beautiful.” “Really? I do admit, she actually looks quite attractive in that shell of hers. Do you think its thick enough?” Mona walked up to the concrete shell and knocked on it. A thunk greeted her attempt. “Yes, I think its thick enough.” “One question father.” “Yes?” “Why did you put her in that rubber suit?” Pierre grinned sheepishly. “Well….uhm…oh, you know. To keep her…warm. Yes, that’s it. Keep her warm!” ...
continued from part one Part 2: Memories. Her husband dying. The bill collectors. Bankruptcy. The government seizing her house and almost everything she owned. Homeless, she wandered the streets for many cold and miserable nights. The only shelter she knew had been the singles bar. Then he had walked in through the door… Rose smiled softly at the memory of first meeting that young man, seeing him come through that door. In him she saw her escape from the cold, homeless nights and loneliness. She wasn’t aware of smiling. She was asleep, despite the fact that she was hanging upside down in a cave, bound nose to toe in white, tight, and warm silk. Considering her predicament, it was a wonder that she could sleep at all. ...