Gaslit Armageddon by Jason Gilbert

Author:Jason Gilbert [Gilbert, Jason]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Forgotten Drawer Publishing
Published: 2018-07-12T22:00:00+00:00

* * *

How long had it been? Minutes? Hours?

Days?

Kane sat in the corner, his eyes locked on Garrett’s corpse. The lantern burned softly, the light barely enough to see by. Garrett’s blood looked black and viscous in the low light. The heat was worse than it’d been since Kane arrived in the South. His body was drenched as if he’d jumped into a lake with his clothes on, the soaked fabric sticking to his skin. His fingers were pruning from the sweat dripping off his fingers.

Air. No air. Hard to breathe.

What was the point? To break him? Give something up? It seemed like they already knew everything they needed to know. The Revolution would be finished if they weren’t warned. Made ready.

Tabitha. They were going after Tabitha.

His chest hurt with the thought. He’d tried to reach out to her, tried to talk to her the way she was able to at times. The way he’d talked to Danwood seconds before blowing the Special Forces gunner the bastard had been on out of the sky. How had he done that?

Thirsty. Water.

He looked around. No water. They’d locked him up without water. What was he supposed to drink?

His eyes fell on the pool of blood on the floor staining the wood planks. The Wendigo stirred, licked its rotted lips in his mind, tongue moving over jagged and stained teeth. The pit of his stomach knotted, yearned.

Hungry.

He tried to pull his eyes away, repulsed at the idea. He clenched his muscles, his arms wrapped around himself as he pressed himself harder into the corner.

No. He wasn’t pressed in.

A hand reached out, placed itself on the floor. Supported weight. Another hand. Legs unfolded, got underneath. Moving forward. Kane’s hands. Kane’s legs. His eyes were locked on the body, the eyes staring and empty. The Wendigo gave a guttural, deep sound in the back of his throat, its eyes using his to look the carcass up and down hungrily.

Feed.

Kane fought, pushed against the Wendigo. It ignored him, made him crawl forward like a predator. Hungry. The smell of blood metallic and sweet. Aging. Better. Kane’s stomach churned from yearning and repulsion at the same time. Closer. The Wendigo licked its lips again.

His lips. Kane licked his lips.

He leaned down, inhaled deeply as he screamed in his own mind to stop. Cursed at the Wendigo. Pulled at it. He wanted his body back. Wanted it to go away.

Blood was still warm. The body was warm. The heat in the shack was keeping it from going cold. Garrett was beginning to smell, the acrid aroma of spoiling meat light in the air. Kane leaned down, his arms straining, twisting to allow his shoulders and face to lower toward the blood. His tongue snuck out from behind his teeth and lips, lolled toward the tacky pool.

“Kane!”

He jerked, the Wendigo angered and alert, making his body rigid as it sat up and looked around. His vision yellowed, hazed as the nightmare searched the shack for the voice.

Tabitha’s voice.

“Kane, talk to me.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.