the window. Black fluid poured from his mouth and nose, and he choked on it, coughed and thrashed. His body flew back again, folded in half, and flew out the window.
Chris was left gawking in his driver’s seat, still clutching the limp tentacle. The yellow eye shook like a boiling egg, then with a loud pop, exploded and slapped black juice and bits of flesh into Chris’s face.
“Ugh…” Chris spat, rolled his window down and tossed the dead husk of demon flesh out. He wiped his face, spat some more, blew the fluid out of his nostrils.
But his eyes stayed on the passenger window. “Spade? You…you out there, man?”
From what Chris had seen that night, his blood killed these things. He didn’t know if that meant the person had to die too or not, unless of course they were dead in the first place. Spade was still alive when that thing slithered out of him. Maybe he’s still okay.
“Spade? Say something.”
Chris opened the driver’s door, his blood all over him, the taste of the black juice still lingering in his mouth, like curdled milk and licorice. The street seemed too empty, and Chris looked left and right but didn’t see any other cars, no other people.
“Spade, man. Come on.” He stayed on his side of the car, stood on his tippie toes to try and get a look, but still couldn’t see anything. Sure , he thought, my blood can stop these things, but I’m not fucking immune to their violence. His shoulder bite wound reminded him of that with every throb, and he was in no hurry to round the car just in case something waited for him there.
Screams rang out in the distance, men and women and children, rattling through the night air from all directions. The sound of it nearly stopped Chris’s heart, and in the next instant, the ground rumbled, nearly took him off his feet.
Then it came around the corner, and Chris couldn’t help but scream.
***
No!
Red felt it in his chest the moment it happened. The seeds. Destroyed.
The Master will not be pleased.
Red could already feel Master’s anger, like a ball of magma in the center of his being. But all is not lost , he thought. It has already begun, just on a smaller scale than planned. He and his brothers would just have to work harder, that’s all.
We’ll fucking tear Chris apart!
Red sat atop the shoulders of his brother with the intestine stilts, towering over the street below. From the strong scent in the air- his blood-he knew they were close. He could feel Spade changing, could feel all of the people changing around him, thousands of them now. The eagerness of his newly risen brothers electrified the air around him, and he cackled, called them to him.
Hell flesh surrounded him, cheered up at him with snarls and growls and roars. Some laughed as they adored their new bodies, howling with glee and relief after waiting so long.
“It’s time!”
The shouts of the living still rang out like sweet music all around him, and he knew their numbers grew by the second.
Intestine Stilts reached out with his viscera, wrapped the tubes around his brothers and pulled them in. As each one came, they latched on to one another with claws, teeth, hooks, and bones. The others joined in, rushing toward the growing ball of demons, attaching themselves to it.
As the thrashing wrecking ball grew in size, Red climbed higher and higher. Endless growls and grunts seeped from the ball as it began to roll forward, Red running in place atop the mound of bodies. The rest of them followed, sprinting through the ruined streets.
Chris was near, Red could feel him now. Red angled his body and turned the ball, catching glimpses of his brothers’ faces, all smiling and chattering with anticipation.
And then he saw the yellow car, saw their nemesis standing in the street off in the distance.
Here we come, you son of a whore!
***
Chris didn’t realize what he was seeing at first. He could only stand there and stare up at it as it thundered down the
Chris was left gawking in his driver’s seat, still clutching the limp tentacle. The yellow eye shook like a boiling egg, then with a loud pop, exploded and slapped black juice and bits of flesh into Chris’s face.
“Ugh…” Chris spat, rolled his window down and tossed the dead husk of demon flesh out. He wiped his face, spat some more, blew the fluid out of his nostrils.
But his eyes stayed on the passenger window. “Spade? You…you out there, man?”
From what Chris had seen that night, his blood killed these things. He didn’t know if that meant the person had to die too or not, unless of course they were dead in the first place. Spade was still alive when that thing slithered out of him. Maybe he’s still okay.
“Spade? Say something.”
Chris opened the driver’s door, his blood all over him, the taste of the black juice still lingering in his mouth, like curdled milk and licorice. The street seemed too empty, and Chris looked left and right but didn’t see any other cars, no other people.
“Spade, man. Come on.” He stayed on his side of the car, stood on his tippie toes to try and get a look, but still couldn’t see anything. Sure , he thought, my blood can stop these things, but I’m not fucking immune to their violence. His shoulder bite wound reminded him of that with every throb, and he was in no hurry to round the car just in case something waited for him there.
Screams rang out in the distance, men and women and children, rattling through the night air from all directions. The sound of it nearly stopped Chris’s heart, and in the next instant, the ground rumbled, nearly took him off his feet.
Then it came around the corner, and Chris couldn’t help but scream.
***
No!
Red felt it in his chest the moment it happened. The seeds. Destroyed.
The Master will not be pleased.
Red could already feel Master’s anger, like a ball of magma in the center of his being. But all is not lost , he thought. It has already begun, just on a smaller scale than planned. He and his brothers would just have to work harder, that’s all.
We’ll fucking tear Chris apart!
Red sat atop the shoulders of his brother with the intestine stilts, towering over the street below. From the strong scent in the air- his blood-he knew they were close. He could feel Spade changing, could feel all of the people changing around him, thousands of them now. The eagerness of his newly risen brothers electrified the air around him, and he cackled, called them to him.
Hell flesh surrounded him, cheered up at him with snarls and growls and roars. Some laughed as they adored their new bodies, howling with glee and relief after waiting so long.
“It’s time!”
The shouts of the living still rang out like sweet music all around him, and he knew their numbers grew by the second.
Intestine Stilts reached out with his viscera, wrapped the tubes around his brothers and pulled them in. As each one came, they latched on to one another with claws, teeth, hooks, and bones. The others joined in, rushing toward the growing ball of demons, attaching themselves to it.
As the thrashing wrecking ball grew in size, Red climbed higher and higher. Endless growls and grunts seeped from the ball as it began to roll forward, Red running in place atop the mound of bodies. The rest of them followed, sprinting through the ruined streets.
Chris was near, Red could feel him now. Red angled his body and turned the ball, catching glimpses of his brothers’ faces, all smiling and chattering with anticipation.
And then he saw the yellow car, saw their nemesis standing in the street off in the distance.
Here we come, you son of a whore!
***
Chris didn’t realize what he was seeing at first. He could only stand there and stare up at it as it thundered down the
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