House at the End of the World by Madeleine Marsh

Author:Madeleine Marsh [Marsh, Madeleine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: apocalypse, hell, satan in a car, Gay, end of the world, undead, hell spawn, hell bound, love, resistance, Horror, zombies
ISBN: 9781482569070
Goodreads: 17731009
Publisher: CreateSpace
Published: 2013-02-21T00:00:00+00:00

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Rick watches them eat, abruptly distracted by the ketchup dripping from bread to plate. It's putting him in mind of blood drops falling from white skin into silver dishes, ruby lips and a forked tongue licking at bleeding wounds in glee. He gets up from the table and goes out into the hall.

‘You okay, Rick?’ Joe calls out and he chokes back,

‘Yeah, I’m fine.’

There’s something about the smell of cooked meat that’s turning his stomach and he’s not sure why. They lived in the diner for a week and by the end of it they all stank of cheap beef and fried onions and he didn't mind at all. He rubs his chest to alleviate the stinging sensation that feels like heartburn and opens the front door to step outside into air that tastes just beyond its ‘use by’ date. Nothing’s changed out here, the yard’s still a mess and he feels a sudden urge to find a rake and clear up a bit.

Staring out at the bright horizon he tries again to remember exactly what happened at the end of the last fight because the details keep scattering like the remnants of a dream. As he stands on the top step and closes his eyes it starts to come back to him, slowly at first, then all in a rush so it takes his breath away.

They knew where to go, when to go, somehow. Matt was constantly going on about signs and they were following a kind of map he’d been constructing since long before Rick joined them, a map that eventually led to Five Points. They stopped at the diner because there was nowhere else; the last town they drove through had been looted and pillaged until all that was left were streets filled with shattered glass. The small shops had been gutted, homes ransacked. There was a cafe in the main street but the stench was too bad to even approach it. They never found out what happened to the 254 residents catalogued on the ‘Welcome to Three Rocks’ billboard. They were just gone. There was no sign of anyone anywhere and they didn’t want to stay in a ghost town so they moved on and came across the diner. There was electricity from a still-functioning generator and the cold store was well stocked. It was relatively comfortable and with a couple of modifications they made it easy to defend. Not that they needed to and that was the final sign, Matt said, that they were at the centre of the storm. He knew where they needed to be and when. He didn't make it clear up front whether he was talking about all of them or just himself and Luke, but for a week they all lay low. They rested, caught up on some much needed sleep, even if it was squashed into booths with various limbs hanging off the bright red PVC seats. They didn’t talk much but it didn’t matter. It was nice.

At the

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