The Thing Revisited
Walker said, "We might as well keep moving forward, these scientists are probably sitting around smoking dope and watching reruns of game shows while were out here in the cold." With laughs, Davison and Riles shook their heads in agreement, and Riles started his snowmobile and began to pull away.
As Riles began to move forward, he felt a few snowflakes touch the surface of his face before pulling down his face cover again. Within another 20 minutes, the sky had begun to blacken as a fairly heavy snowfall began.
Looking over his shoulder, Riles could just make out the two other men in the growing snowstorm. Waiving with his left arm for the men to quicken their pace, the three continued to move forward toward Outpost #31.
Within another 5 minutes, the men were in a near whiteout. Riles could just make out a dim path from the headlights of his snowmobile.
Suddenly, Riles felt the front end of the snowmobile dip violently forward. Riles could feel his body go airborne as he flipped head first over the tumbling and falling snowmobile. Soon after the two other men also plummeted into the narrow, but deadly icy crevice that had been obscured by the whiteout. The suddenness of the disaster left little time for screams, little time for hope, and only enough time to realize each of their own impending dooms.
The remaining crewmembers of the Polar Star would mourn the death of their comrades. Tragically, their own fate was sealed by the deaths of Riles, Walker and Davison. Had the three men survived, they could have warned against the thing disguised as a dog among their mists. Soon the Polar Star, and the rest of the world, was consumed by the horror of the thing.
As Riles began to move forward, he felt a few snowflakes touch the surface of his face before pulling down his face cover again. Within another 20 minutes, the sky had begun to blacken as a fairly heavy snowfall began.
Looking over his shoulder, Riles could just make out the two other men in the growing snowstorm. Waiving with his left arm for the men to quicken their pace, the three continued to move forward toward Outpost #31.
Within another 5 minutes, the men were in a near whiteout. Riles could just make out a dim path from the headlights of his snowmobile.
Suddenly, Riles felt the front end of the snowmobile dip violently forward. Riles could feel his body go airborne as he flipped head first over the tumbling and falling snowmobile. Soon after the two other men also plummeted into the narrow, but deadly icy crevice that had been obscured by the whiteout. The suddenness of the disaster left little time for screams, little time for hope, and only enough time to realize each of their own impending dooms.
The remaining crewmembers of the Polar Star would mourn the death of their comrades. Tragically, their own fate was sealed by the deaths of Riles, Walker and Davison. Had the three men survived, they could have warned against the thing disguised as a dog among their mists. Soon the Polar Star, and the rest of the world, was consumed by the horror of the thing.
