The Extinct

by Victor Methos

  Thomas took a deep breath and looked up to the moon, enjoying its icy glow.

  He turned.

  The beast’s mouth stood a few feet higher than his head and its eyes were savage and bare. Its mouth opened with a growl as it tore into Thomas’s neck, lifting him off his feet. He aimed the gun at the creature’s chest but his hands went limp as the hyena crushed his throat, severing the head, and dropped him to the ground.

  The beast howled to its clan and they strutted over, and began to feed.

  CHAPTER

  60

  Eric sat with his back against a wall of the attic, Jalani asleep in his arms. She had smears of dirt on her face and clothes but her beauty still shined through like an emerald gleaming through water. He had no watch but could guess that it was probably three or four in the morning. He’d been hearing howls and laughter all night. The hyenas weren’t leaving; they would circle the house, sometimes coming inside and occasionally coming into the room below them.

  Eric forewent sleep and stayed up until sunrise. The sun came through the window and filled the attic with streams of warm light. Swirls of dust were in every beam and it had the smell of mildew.

  The attic was small and dirty, cluttered with old papers and clothes from vacationers not terribly worried about leaving behind personal items. There was some lingerie in a corner coated with a thick layer of dust and cardboard boxes filled with old paperback novels, brushes, matchbooks, toiletries, and a few office supplies. In the north corner was a stool and a three gallon plastic container of gasoline.

  Jalani awoke and smiled when she saw him. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, a grave expression coming over her face when the realities of her circumstances dawned on her and she realized it wasn’t a dream.

  “Did you not sleep?” she asked.

  “I’m fine.”

  “You can sleep now if you like.”

  “No, I’m okay.” He glanced around his surroundings. “We should empty those boxes and see if we can find anything useful.”

  They went about the task of dumping the contents of all the boxes onto the bare floor. Soon, hardly any portion of the floor was visible. A hunting knife was in one box and Eric tucked it into his waistband. They found an old pack of gum and each had a piece, the gum stale and tasting like dust.

  Eventually everything was emptied on to the floor and examined. There was little they could use.

  “We’ll need to leave here soon,” Eric said, walking to the window and glaring out. “I think they’ve already left.”

  “They won’t leave.”

  He turned to her. “How do you know?”

  “We’ve killed one of their clan. They will not leave until we are dead.”

  Eric turned back to the window. He noticed something out near the grass: a white shirt and boots. They were Thomas’s boots.

  “Stay here,” Eric said, running to the latch. He opened the latch and went to climb down.

  Jalani grabbed him and screamed, “No!” She pulled him up just as massive jaws snapped shut below his feet. It jumped again, the snout coming up through the latch and pushing his leg but not getting hold of it.

  Eric grabbed the latch and locked it. They crawled to the other side of the room and listened as the hyena thumped his snout against the wood, growling and biting at the latch.

  Jalani wrapped her arms around him and they sat in silence, listening to the growls fade and the patter of the creature’s footsteps as it exited the room and left the house.

  “What the hell is that thing,” Eric said.

  “I told you,” she said, leaning her head against him, “they are demons.”

  CHAPTER

  61

  They sat in the corner most of the day, talking about what America was like, Jalani telling him that it was her dream to one day live there. Eric told her about the foliage of New England and its changing colors over the seasons, how the mountain by his home looked like someone had spilled brown and yellow paint over it. He told her about school and his mother. And he told her about his stepfather and the reason he fled the country.

  Jalani accepted it without reaction. Eric figured she’d seen so much death in her life, something that could be justifiable wasn’t a big deal. The only thing she said was, “Was it really an accident?”

  “Yes,” Eric said, “I think it was.”

  She seemed satisfied with his answer and they spoke of other things.

  Soon their bellies ached with hunger and their lips were cracking from lack of water. Out here, even indoors, dehydration could occur after hours, not days. Eric stood up and looked out the window. Asleep on the ground was one of the hyenas. It lay on its side, its belly moving up and down in shallow breaths.

  “We need to get out of here,” Eric said.

  “How?”

  “This window. We can climb out onto the roof and maybe sneak away.”

  “They would hear us.”

  “It’s better than staying here to die.”

  Eric grabbed the stool that sat in the corner and slammed it against the window, shattering the glass.

  “Stay here,” Eric said.

  He climbed out of the small window, cutting his hands on the shards of glass that had scattered on the pane. The roof was tiled with shingles and was clean, no debris and little dirt. He walked carefully along the side, going up to the middle of the roof which ended in a point and surveyed the land around him.

  The jeeps were off about a hundred yards, through a thick patch of grass. Only the sides had been damaged. If they could get to one and tip it over it should still be in running condition.

  One of the hyenas stepped out of the house and looked up to the roof. It roared at the sight of Eric and Eric stumbled backward and nearly fell. He made his way to the window and climbed in as the hyena began to pace back and forth in front of the house.

  “I found a way out,” Eric said as he climbed in. “If we can make it to the jeeps they should still be running.”

  “How are we going to do that?”

  “I don’t know yet,” Eric said.

  He stared at the animals in the front yard. There were two of them there now. The heat was getting to them as well. They were panting heavily and their mouths were dry. One of them went and laid in the shade of the tree, glancing up occasionally at the house and then putting his head back on the ground.

  The other sat in front of the house, and stared at the window.

  CHAPTER

  62

  Eric scavenged the items in the attic once more and didn’t find much that was useful. Jalani lay on her side and watched him, her slim figure a perfect outline of the feminine shape. Eric was reminded again of just how exotically beautiful she was. It was amazing to him that she was a hunter for a living. When he thought of a hunter, he thought of Thomas, or the tough-as-leather fisherman off the coast of Mexico. Not a small, frail young woman that could’ve just as easily been on a runway as in the plains of India.

  “Maybe there is food in the basement?” she said.

  Eric froze. “These houses have basements?”

  “Yes.”

  He glanced around; everything was made of wood. “Are the stairs leading down to the basement made of wood?”

  “I do not know.”

  Eric ran to the window and looked down. The sun was still high and they had hours of light left. The hyenas were both under the shade of the tree, watching a flock of birds in the sky.

  “You have to climb out there and draw their attention,” he said.

  “What?”

  “Just yell and throw stuff at ‘em.”

  “Why?”

  “I’m going to the basement.”

  “Are you crazy?”

  “I’m not letting us die in this dirty little room, Jalani.” He put his arm around her and pressed his lips to hers. “Please,” he said.

  Jalani climbed out the window and Eric handed her armfuls of things to throw. He leaned out the window and kissed her again and as
he turned away she grabbed him.

  “Be careful,” she said.

  “I will. Just keep them off me a few minutes.”

  Jalani began yelling and the hyenas growled and approached. They stood watching, mouths agape with yellow, jagged teeth. Jalani took a brush and threw it, missing. One hyena walked to the brush and sniffed it, turning back to Jalani.

  She took a paperback novel and hit him in the head. The animal let out a ferocious roar that drew another hyena out of the house.

  Eric watched from the window and as soon as all three were in front of the house he ran back and grabbed the container of gas and as many matchbooks as he could find. He opened the latch leading to the bedroom and climbed down.

  Claw marks had scraped most of the glossy finish off the floors and the bed was destroyed, lying in pieces around the room and in the hallway. The walls had large holes the animals had torn out of fury.

  He walked carefully, each creak in the floor sending a shot of adrenaline through his body. The sounds of the animals outside echoed through the house. He made his way into the hall and past a bathroom, stopping and debating whether to get a drink of water, but deciding against it and moving on.

  The first floor kitchen had beige floor tiling and white walls. There was a calendar up on the fridge and it had some writing on it. On the far side of the room was a door. He walked to it, ducking below a window over the sink, and opened it. There were wooden stairs leading down to a basement.

  Eric softly closed the door behind him. It was dark but there was some light coming through a ground level window. He opened the plastic container of gasoline and began pouring it over the steps, one at a time as he made his way down. He coated every step twice until it was dripping with gasoline and poured the last of it on the beams that supported the stairs.

  The basement was just as cluttered as the attic but had larger items. There was an old lawnmower, tools, iron shelves filled with electrical replacement parts and . . . and a rifle hanging up over a workbench. He ran to it and checked the chamber. It was empty and he searched the shelves until he found a box of ammunition. The rifle was just a .22 caliber, hardly enough to pierce the flesh of those things but enough to get their attention.

  Eric ran up the steps and into the kitchen. He looked out the window over the sink and saw the hyenas worked up to a frenzy, the debris Jalani had thrown dotting the ground around them. He smashed the butt of his rifle through the glass and the animals stopped their display and turned toward the sound. Eric took aim and fired a shot into the chest of the largest one, causing him to roar with anger. The other two sprinted for the house and Eric ran in front of the basement door.

  The two animals ran through the living room and stood in the hallway, watching Eric. The hyena he’d shot came in and spotted him, its mouth opening and revealing steak knife-sized fangs. It darted for him.

  Eric got off two shots, one missing and one hitting its mark in the snout. The hyena roared and fell into a wall, causing a large hole as the other two hopped over him.

  Eric ran into the basement and shut the door. He jumped down the stairs and sprinted to the back of the large space, behind a metal shelf packed with tools. The door burst open; raining splinters on the floor below. The three hyenas leapt down the stairs. Their anger had caused them to go into a fury and they would nip at each other and bare their teeth. They stood sniffing the air and then began searching the basement.

  Two began rummaging through a stack of cardboard boxes but the large one stood in the center of the room, looking from one item to the next. It held its head up, the muscles in its neck straining, and inhaled deeply through its nostrils. It walked to the side of the room Eric was on.

  The hyena carefully scanned the space in front of it. It searched from top to bottom and took a few paces back. A chill went up Eric’s back as its eyes scanned over where he was, and kept going. The hyena smelled the air again and turned away.

  Suddenly it spun and dashed for the shelf. Its head thrust in between two shelves and into Eric’s ribs, scraping the flesh as its teeth clamped down and tore through his shirt. The other two hyenas pounced and began tearing at the shelf, trying to bite through the metal.

  Eric saw that the shelf was attached to the wall by two metal bars bolted to each side. He kicked at one and it bent. He kicked again and it broke away, the bolt clinking as it hit the gray cement of the basement floor. He broke the other one and began to push.

  The hyenas had almost forced their way through now, one of their heads snapping at Eric’s leg. Eric put his legs up against the shelf and pushed. The shelf tipped and fell on two of the animals with a thunderous crash.

  Eric ran for the stairs as the hyenas shook off the pain and started for him. The large one leapt at him with its jaws wide and he ducked, causing it to hit the wall snout first and land hard on the floor.

  Eric climbed the steps and took out a matchbook. He struck one, and it didn’t light.

  The hyena was climbing to its feet.

  Eric struck again and again and finally it lit. He threw it on the stairs—still wet with gasoline—and they burst in a high flame. The fire was spreading quickly and Eric had to bolt for the kitchen as the heat burned his feet and caught his clothes on fire.

  The hyena ran at him just as the fire began and flames caught its face, singeing its sensitive eyes and snout. The hyena howled and jumped backward, blinded by the fire. The other two ran over, staying clear of the heat. One looked up and saw Eric running out the door. It leapt at him in an act of rage and desperation, crashing into the center of the stairs. It’d soaked up the gasoline in its fur and the fire spread over its soft belly and eventually its face, causing it to fall from the stairs and dart around the room, crashing into everything in its path from pain.

  Eric slammed the door behind him and stood against it, out of breath, his legs starting to sting from the flames. He looked down to his ribs and saw blood. Taking off his shirt, he wrapped it around the wound tightly and walked to the bedroom upstairs.

  CHAPTER

  63

  Eric and Jalani sat at the dining room table and gorged themselves on what food they could find and water from the kitchen faucet. The groceries in the fridge had rotted but the cupboards had plenty of dry cereal and crackers and other packaged goods. White clouds were scattered across the blue Indian sky with the sun bright at its apex.

  They could hear the hyenas howling in the basement below, the occasional thud as one of their bodies fell back to the cement floor from a failed jump. The window downstairs was shattered at some point but it wasn’t large enough for any of them to crawl through. Eric had checked on them and saw that the stairs had been burnt to a crisp. They were little more than plywood and most of them had already collapsed. The house was filled with smoke and they had to open every window and door to keep from suffocating.

  The hyenas were trapped, and in the days ahead, after the strongest killed and ate the other two, it would die of starvation.

  “What are we going to do now?” Jalani said.

  “I’m leaving Andhra Pradesh.” She looked away, sadness in her eyes as she stared at the sky. “I want you to come with me,” Eric added.

  Her face brightened, white teeth underneath caramel lips in a small smile. “Where would we go?”

  “Anywhere I guess. I’ve always liked France.”

  She reached across the table and caressed his hand. He took her hand in his. At this moment, there was no one else in the world he could imagine being with.

  “I think Thomas . . . is gone. He had money,” she said. “Very much money. In accounts in Hyderabad. I think I can get it out.”

  Eric nodded, looking out the window. “I’ll be right back,” he said. He’d forgotten completely about Thomas.

  He walked outside, nervously glancing around before walking out to Thomas’s clothing. They were torn and stained with dark blood. There was no chance he could be alive.

  Eric walked out onto a soft patch of earth
in the grass and got on his knees. He dug a hole with his hands, deep enough to fit the shirt and boots. He placed them inside and covered the hole. Standing up, he wiped at the dirt on himself, looking down at the makeshift grave. Whatever else he may have done, Thomas saved his life. He deserved something for that.

  Eric stood for some time, watching the grass sway in a light breeze around the grave, and then walked back inside. Jalani was lying on the couch, half-asleep. Her body would jolt whenever one of the hyenas roared and she would wake.

  Eric sat next to her, running his hands through her hair. He leaned down and kissed her passionately, their lips still wet from the water they’d drunk.

  Eventually, Eric pulled away, caressing her cheek, and said, “We need to go.”

  “I know.”

  They took the rifle and all the food they could find, dumped out a rotten gallon of milk and filled the container with water, and headed out to the jeeps.

  The breeze was cool and flocks of birds chirped their songs in the trees. A jet flew high overhead, leaving a white streak across the sky. The plains were alive with sound and motion.

  There wasn’t much left in the jeeps. All the food had been taken by whatever animals had crossed its path and the water jugs were either torn apart or gone. Eric walked to the jeep where Douglas’ corpse had been. The animals had left little of that too.

  With Eric on the end and Jalani pushing on the hood, the metal of the jeep groaned as it was forced back to a horizontal position, landing hard on its tires and kicking up clouds of dirt. Eric examined the tires and they all looked okay. The keys were in the ignition and the jeep started on the second try. Jalani climbed into the passenger seat and leaned back.

  The matriarch hyena vaulted out of the grass and landed next to the jeep, her colossal weight making the vehicle tremble. Jalani screamed and twisted her body away as the creature snapped at her and its teeth dug into the seat, tearing out a chunk as it pulled back.