You grab Irina and run for one of the dugouts on the softball field. When you get there, the animals are still pulling at you. The ground is shaking so hard it's difficult to stand.
In the sky, you think you see something start to take form. Something made from the light of the eclipse, something massive and powerful and you can just feel its wrath from here, and you know you are a part of it, and it is a part of you.
"Shit." Irina says. "...I don't think this is far enough."
"What do you mean?"
"I think the snake's gonna fuck up this entire town?"
"Like...Season Seven of Buffy?"
"You are such a nerd, but if that means this place is gonna be a smoldering hole..."
The ground beneath you shakes even harder. You decide to go north, through the cemetery that borders the park, and you keep running, past the Factory, and plunge into the cornfields, and you keep running after that, until you hit the country road leading out of town.
The hawk perches on your shoulder, and the wolf is sitting at your side. Irina is holding your hand.
You turn, to look back at the town. You feel good. Triumphant. You've finally escaped the nightmare. You can go on from here, and live your--
And then you hear a creaking noise.
Just ahead of you, up the road about fifty yards, is the Wife, and you can't see her face, but she doesn't look very happy.
You cautiously leave the cornfield to take a peek.
A pair of scissors is now embedded in your arm. The Wife is now veil to face with you. Before you can react, she picks you up by the neck and throws you down on the road, hard enough to knock the wind from you. Next to you is the wolf. Its neck appears to be snapped. The hawk is lying in two pieces not far away.
The scissors are still embedded in your arm. You can hear the Wife's tendons winding up again.
> Yell at Irina to run and try to shoot the Wife's head off.
"Irina, run!" You call.
You pull around the rifle and put another bullet in her. It blows a hole in her head large enough for you to see through.
Her muscles finish winding up, and she grabs the rifle and lifts it up, not as a gun, but as a club.
Before she can bring it down, however, Irina, comes up behind her and grabs the stock, pulling it back as hard as she can. She managed to get a hold of the gun and, just as the Wife manages to turn around, uses the final bullet to blow a hole clean through her neck.
The monster's head flaps backwards and hangs uselessly as it flails around in a pathetic attempt to hurt you and Irina.
As it flails, the wolf's neck snaps back into place, and it gets back up, shaking itself. It grabs the monster's hand in its jaws and pulls hard, dragging it towards the town.
The hawk, having pulled itself together, now begins flapping around the Wife, tearing chunks out of it and tearing it to pieces before it can heal.
The black column is massive now, and you see can now clearly see houses, buildings, trees, and tiny specs that look like they might be people. It fills the town, now, as well as your vision, though it's difficult to look at directly. You pull the scissors from your arm and throw them as hard as you can at the column--they're drawn in as well, right as the wolf drags its prey inside, giving one final look at you, panting, and then barking, before jumping inside, along with the hawk, itself.
"Good dog." You say, tears in your eyes. Irina is holding you, as the two of you watch as the column grows one more stage, ripping corn frm the fields, and nearly reaching you, before, as suddenly as it appeared, it is gone.
You are standing at the edge of an empty field. The road continues on through what was once Fallow Fields. It's now just empty land. There's no sign of your house, the school, the park, or any indication that there's ever been a town here at all.
The sun is shining brightly overhead. True sun, golden and clear.
You look to Irina and smile. She smiles back at you and, hand-in-hand, you make your way down the road, away from what used to be your hometown, and to whatever life you can make for yourself, under the warm, golden sun.
The semi pulled a slow stop along the lonely country road. The driver, an older man, leaned over and popped open the door.
The woman popped her head in and smiled. "Thanks for the lift!"
"No problem, missy."
"Please," She said with a smile as she got in. "Call me Raine. You don't mind if bring my dog, do you?"