"Davis, Jerry - Halloween Ants" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davis Jerry)

the knife handle feeling slippery. He gripped it tighter, and took
another step. He could see part of her, too. They were on the bed
together. Gritting his teeth, Brad took another step and he was in
the room with them.
Dale was on his back, arms and legs spread, his clothes
ripped apart and his torso a mass of blood. Janice was on top,
fully clothed, blood staining her arms and clumps of it in her
hair. She swung around toward him, startled, her eyes wide. She
had a wild, demented look on her face. Seeing it was her husband,
she relaxed, and grinned. Her mouth was full.
A large knife was sticking out of Dale's throat. He had a
shocked expression on his dead face. His eyes bulged so much it
looked like a cartoon, like it wasn't real.
Janice chewed and swallowed. "Join in!" she said. Her voice
was high pitched and sounded half-hysterical. "There's plenty!"
Brad dropped his knife and backed away. She laughed at him,
and turned back to her feast. Brad turned and ran out of the
house. He ran partly out of horror, and partly because he was so
tempted to "join in." Lawn and pavement passed in a blur under his
feet, and he ran up to his front door and fumbled to unlock it. He
couldn't get the key in Ц it took forever. Once the key did go in
he nearly twisted it in half trying to get the door unlocked.
Inside, he heard his phone ringing. He locked and bolted the
door behind him, then leaned against it for a moment, out of
breath again. Was that real? he wondered. Could that have possibly
been real? Or is that just the way I remember it? Could it be, he
wondered, that he killed Dale and this is how his mind was dealing
with it?
The phone continued to ring. Feeling numb and lost, Brad
walked across the room and picked up the phone. "Hello?" he said.
"Brad, this is Randy."
"Randy!" He took a breath, trying to calm himself. He'd
expected it to be the police or worse. "I'm in so much trouble!"
"What happened?"
"I Е my wife, either she killed Dale and is eating him, or
I'm Е or I did it. I don't know anymore."
"It's not you," Randy said. "It's all of us. I think I have
it figured out."
"What?" Dale didn't know what he was talking about.
"That pesticide they tested here," Randy said. "It wasn't
supposed to affect anything but the ants. I think they're right,
it doesn't, at least not directly. The problem is that it went up
the food chain."
"What are you talking about?"
"The pesticide. Once it got up through the food chain it, it
got us. You can eat the pesticide all day and it won't do
anything, so their tests showed it to be harmless. But once it got
into the food chain, and we ate the tainted food, the enzyme
changed."
"You mean Е you're telling me I'm not crazy?"