It's not long until Odium II will be with you, but here's a sneak peak to wet your appetite for now.
So tell me, what are you looking forward to the most from Odium II? I'm having a blast writing it, and I hope that you'll enjoy reading it when its done. It has a tentative release date of May 9th so watch this space...
On Monday, the Let's Scare cancer to Death anthology is released, I'll be posting a link up as soon as it goes live, so be ready for it. Remember, ALL profits for this anthoology will be going directly to the V-Foundation, none of us are making anything at all from it, other than good old fashioned karma. So do your bit for charity, read some gore and support some great writers all in one go!
Now, without further ado...
The empty field and the houses in the distance, spur us both on, and I grab Mikey’s hand as we push harder, willing
our legs to run faster, and our muscles not to cramp up. To cramp up now could mean death for both of us, by
deader or by gun, death would be a long, drawn out painful experience. Fuck that.
With deaders in the surrounding field getting closer, the scene plays out in slow motion when I trip and fall to
my knees, mud splattering up around me. Mikey turns and grips me under the arms, dragging me back up to
My eyes bug out when a grey arm reaches up out of the mud and grabs at his ankle.“Mikey!” I scream.
He kicks away from the deaders reach and swings down with his fist, narrowly missing its rotten mouth which is
snapping at his leg, and hitting it hard across its skull with his fist. Its head whips backwards upon impact, but the
deader quickly rights itself and fixes its cloudy gaze back upon me. It stretches a rotten hand across, as it slowly
pulls itself free of the mud and grass, growling and snapping its teeth. Mikey’s booted foot stamps down on its arm,
snapping the bone, however the ligament still hangs by the bloated and stretched skin. The deader pays the broken
limb no attention, but continues to drag is decomposing body towards me. Mikey grabs it from behind and drags it
backwards. It thrashes around growling in anger in an attempt to get to me, until Mikey falls on his ass. I grab the
nearest thing to me: a heavy rock, and with difficulty I launch it at the things face with a guttural cry.
It crushes into the brittle bones, making an almost concave shape where its features should be and releasing a
toxic stench that I can taste in my mouth. It stops moving instantly, and collapses into the gore soaked earth
around it. I look at Mikey as he holds a hand out to me, his breathe coming in jagged gasps.
“Come on, baby. We need to go.”
My shaky hand takes his, I climb back to my feet, and together we run.
As always, happy reading.
Claire C Riley
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