How could he take cover in an empty warehouse? What was he supposed to hide from?
The voice spoke again, louder “Take Cover”
He turned and ran toward the door he had come in. The light over the door went out. All the lights leading to the door went out. He stopped running. His mind didn’t. What was going on? Who was the voice? Where was it coming from?
He called out “Who are you? Where are you?”
Even louder the voice said “Take Cover!”
He called out “Take cover from what? What do you mean?”
The disembodied voice boomed “Take Cover! Take Cover now!”
After the echoing stopped he turned and ran toward the light at the end of the warehouse. He ran and ran and ran. The light never grew closer. Gasping for breath he stopped running. He looked around. He couldn’t see the door he had come in. The only thing he could see in the dark, cavernous warehouse was the light at the end of the warehouse.
Booming even louder the disembodied voice said “Take Cover!” and then softer “Take Cover” and still softer “Take Cover, now.”
He heard noises in the dark. Soft, scraping noises, something was coming. He called out “Who are you? Where are you? What do I need to hide from?”
The soft, scraping noises were all around him. They were closing in. He could almost feel someone or something in the dark. He didn’t know which way to turn or where to hide. He ran for the light at the end of the warehouse. This time he was getting closer. He could see a door. He ran faster and around him the soft, scraping noises moved faster and faster.
Just as he jumped through the open door something grabbed him.
He fell to the floor with a thump. His mom was shaking him and said “Wake up and take Cover for a walk. She needs to go out and has been jumping and scraping at the door.”
I wrote this short, short as part of a scene stealer challenge and posted it here; http://writetodone.com/2012/09/29/scene-stealers-spark-your-creativity/#comment-98806