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(C) Стивен Кинг
Набрал Инфарх
Продолжение. Начало в ##1, 3.
Час ночи, среда.
Сегодня Холл опять работал в паре с Вис-
конски, на этот раз на брандспойте. Это
было намного лучше, чем копаться в том
дерьме, которым они успели пропитаться за
два предыдущих дня. Висконски сновал между
Холлом и насосом, поправляя шланг и время
от времени отключая давление, что означало
перекур передon how to proceed
section.
Work moved very slowly and Warwick
was unhappy. Can't finish everything by Thursday
it didn't work out.
In one of the next sections there was a wild
dump of a wide variety of office supplies
equipment and accessories of the times, on-
true to the end of the last century. In all corners
of this rather large room were
dumps of randomly piled up
old-fashioned desks with reclining
lids, large moldy bottles
Galter books, massive bundles of payment
documents - a real paradise for rats.
Dozens of these creatures darted around the unimaginable
we walk through the labyrinths of these huge heaps. This is the view-
There were only dozens of us, but how many were there?
inside - it's just scary to think about. After
how two people working nearby
were attacked by them, all
the rest refused to work until
until Warwick supplied everyone with long per-
thick rubber buds that give out
Only people who worked at the plant were allowed
directly with acids.
Hall and Wisconski have almost reached
this section has its own hose, when suddenly out of the door
jumped out to meet themblond big guy
Carmichael, almost knocking both of them down. What is he
I had the strength to beat myself on the chest with my fists.
Hall didn’t even immediately notice what was on his chest
Carmichael has a huge rat hanging out with
gray-gray sticking out in different directions
furry and with scary bulging black
and sparkling eyes. Rat death grip
Coy grabbed Carmichael's chest with her teeth and
frantically beat him with her powerful hind legs
punch in the stomach. Carmichael managed, however,
Well, stun the rat and throw it to the floor.
But in her teeth, in addition to a piece of shirt, there was
a huge piece of meat fell from her chest
victims. From the terrible deep wound of Kar-
Michaela was oozing profusely almost from her neck
blood. His face was wildly distorted from
pain and anger. After a few seconds he
began to vomit profusely.
Miraculously, Viskonski, who was not at a loss, managed to
in the meantime, run back and turn on the pressure
laziness.
A powerful stream of water rustled along the sleeve.
Hall pointed the nozzle at the woman lying on the floor
rat. Stunned, she lay motionless
niya and only twitched her paws convulsively,
clenching in his teeth a terrible piece of human-
th meat.
A roaring stream of water, with terrible force
burst out of the fire nozzle, almost
tore it in half, and thenin an instant
not that just a few seconds ago there would have been
lo a terrible monster, with a resounding slap
slammed into the opposite wall.
Then Warwick suddenly appeared. on his
A barely noticeable grin played on his lips. He's
walked up to Hall and patted him on the shoulder:
- This is more interesting than throwing beer -
with tins for harmless rats
hu. A, student?
- This one is not the biggest yet. A little more
foot long.
- Better direct the stream over there, -
Warwick pointed to a huge dump of broken
new furniture in the corner. - And you guys, move away-
go further to the side.
Carmichael stepped menacingly towards Warvi-
ka. His pale and even more distorted
the face, shaking in pain, was stern and full of
the ability to stand up for yourself.
- I demand compensation for this! - and he
showed Warwick his terrible wound. - I
I demand...
“Of course,” he turned, smiling disgustedly.
Warwick knocked him down mid-sentence. You're half yours
you read. Now go away if you don't want to
get caught up in the flow!
Carmichael stepped aside with dignity
and, pressing his hand to his chest, trudged towards the exit.
from the basement. Hall pointed the nozzle at
a pile of old furniture. Powerful water jet
hit thetree and smashed the horse into pieces
a torch and two chairs that got in her way
first. At that very second it rushed out of the heap
completely unimaginable in different directions
number of rats. Such huge rats Hall
never seen in my life. All around
cried out in disgust and horror. Look
Holla settled on one of these disgusting
bodily creatures of nature. The size of it would be
a one and a half month old well-fed puppy
some very large breed of dog.
Hall, as if spellbound, could not look away
eye from this monster. It was real
shock even for such a strong person as
he.
“Okay,” Warwick called out to him. - Pro-
we must! Now let's go over that pile!
Suddenly a loud indignant voice was heard
los one of the workers named Sai Ippes-
tone:
- I hired myself to work, not for this purpose.
for these creatures to devour me here!
- Is that you, Ippeston? - as if without knowing
Warwick asked him immediately in surprise.
The guy was a little embarrassed, but still...
stepped forward importantly from the tensely silent
crowds of people looking around sullenly and fearfully
sides of people.
- Yes, it's me. I've had enough of rats! I'm on-
I've been busy cleaning the basement and I don't want to do it at all.
catch typhus or something like that
kind. You can cross me off the list...
barking.- So you want to get a settlement, Sai? I
Did I understand you correctly?
“Perhaps,” replied Ippeston.
Warwick nodded his head.
- Okay, puppy. Get lost. Get out
everyone who thinks the same as this idiot
juice! This is not a trade union for you - don’t count on
wait! Get out! And don't think about it later
ever come back. I personally
I'll make sure I never see you again
They didn’t take me to the factory.
- Aren't you getting too excited, sir? -
the newcomer purred calmly, but
Man, come to yourself Hall.
Warwick turned sharply to him:
- Did you say something, student?
In response, Hall smiled politely and said:
carried even more clearly:
- No, nothing, Mr. Warwick. Just
cleared his throat.
- Is there something you don’t like? - also tortured -
Warwick asked, smiling.
Hall was silent.
- Okay, let's continue! - Warwick barked. -
Now let's go over that pile!
2 nights, Thursday.
Hall and Wiskonsky were working again on the wagon
No, taking out the garbage. Piles of it mixed up
with stinking dirtwestern wall you-
grew to unimaginable sizes, and the work
It wasn't even half finished yet. This
day all of America above celebrated the Day
Independence.
“Happy holiday to you,” Vis congratulated
Hall's horses when they paused to
another smoke break.
“Thank you,” Hall replied, lighting a cigarette.
a cigarette. - I haven’t seen many rats here...
today
“Me too,” Wisconsky chimed in. - And
everyone else says they're all going somewhere
then they were lost. Maybe they have become
smarter?
Hall and Wisconski stood at the end of the long
a twisting passage formed without
quite piled up in heaps of accounting records
our hundred-year-old books, bundles
old bills and boxes with worn-out
once upon a time, work clothes.
- This Warwick... - he began, spitting,
Wisconsky.
-Where do you think they all went?
were you? - Hall interrupted him. - Not in brick ones
the walls...
- Maybe they were all washed into the river, and
did they drown? - expressed stupidly
Wiskonsky's guess.
Suddenly something unexpectedly flew past them -
something big, black and flapping its wings.
Wisconsky screamed in fear and covered
head with hands.“Bat,” he stated calmly.
Hall, looking at the frightened face
Wisconsky, looking out from under the
convulsively twisted hands.
- Bat... Bat... - quietly
muttered the pale fat man. - What to do
bat in the basement? As far as I understand
I think they should be in the attics...
- Quite big, - as if not hearing
him,” Hall said thoughtfully. - Such
impression as if it was not a fly
a mouse, but a bat rat. Where did she come from
here? Maybe from the same place they left
rats?
- What's going on here? - was heard from-
Warwick's voice is distant. - Who shouted? Where
you?
- Don't worry, everything is fine! -
Hall shouted to the one who appeared at the end of the show.
Goodbye to the boss. The eyes of the approaching Warwick
flashed terribly in the light of the lantern, which
Hall directed at him.
- Was it you who shouted, student? - War asked
Vic, coming almost close to them.
“I am,” Hall smiled. - I hurt my knee.
- And what do you want for this? Order of Pur-
Purple Heart? - War cackled disgustingly -
Vic.
- Why did you say that? - asked quietly
Wisconski, leaning toward Hall.
- Just like that. Look here - and Hall
pointed with a beamyour lantern on a wooden
manhole cover in wet crumbling concrete
right under their feet. - What do you think?
what is this?
“I have no idea,” Whis muttered.
Wisconski, leaning towards Hall.
- Just like that. Look here - and Hall
pointed the beam of his flashlight at the wooden
manhole cover in wet crumbling concrete
right under their feet. - What do you think?
what is this?
“I have no idea,” Whis muttered.
horse
Hall shook his head.
- And you don’t know either? - he turned to
Warwick - he also shrugged.
“I can tell you what it is,” after waiting
a short pause, Hall said. - This is
wooden hatch. I also noticed
there are several of these not too far from here. A
below them is another floor of the basement, located
lying under the foundation. As far as I understand
May, few people know about him.
- Lord... - he just whispered to this
completely frightened Wisconsky.
To be continued...
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