Road Trip of the Living Dead by Mark Henry

Author:Mark Henry [Henry, Mark]
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Published: 2009-09-19T11:14:28+00:00

M A R K H E N RY

“Gil!” I yelled as the door shut behind him.“Damn.”

When he returned, we rode with Honey and Mr. Kim back across the freeway and up the hill toward a dimly lit clump of buildings nestled next to a massive black hole.Wendy refused to come until someone did something about her own hole, and since no one had any idea as to how to fix it, she just sat and sulked at the camper table. Fishhook stayed, too, he had some sorting to do, it seemed.

“So this ‘pit’ is supposed to be the world’s largest pit mine, stripped clean of copper or something, and now it’s full of acid. Or at least that’s what I gathered from the slow-ass clerk.” Gil hunched between the bucket seats and tapped Honey on the shoulder.“Are you nervous, kid?”

“Yeah kind of, to see him again after searching so long, you know?” She turned in her seat, resting on her knees with her back to the dash.“Is he?” She pointed at the back seat. Mr. Kim shook his head, and I thought he might be crying but I couldn’t quite make out the definition of his face as his hands were in the way. I adjusted the rearview mirror. “I think we’re almost there. It looks like a bigger sign and a visitors’ center up ahead.”

I pointed the Volvo into a space next to a trailer with the words Gift Shop scrawled over the door.There was a dim light coming from the boxy building’s window, but no shadows or movement of any kind inside. Over to the right was some kind of mine entrance framed and faced in wood and topped with a chain link fence and barbed wire.An arch in the middle led to a darkened area beyond.

“This is it,” I said, pointing to the routered wooden sign above the entry; a single light lit it from above. Berkeley Pit.

“You take care of sister.” Mr. Kim wrung his ethereal hands in a display of anxiety.

Gil allowed his arm to hover about Kimmy’s shoulders.

“She’s gonna be fine, old man.”

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When I opened my door, a malodorous wave of rusty metal assaulted my sinuses, burning through my head like lava. I squeezed the bridge of my nose and massaged my brow, but neither seemed to be particularly effective. I glanced at my companions. Neither Honey nor Gil seemed to be having a reaction, at all. Rather, they stood side by side watching an odd figure approach from the direction of the wooden arch.

He was a giant, and not in a steroid puffed bodybuilder kind of way. He stood at least seven feet tall with thin gangly arms and legs, an elongated oval for a head and a face sheathed in darkness.You’d think he was an alien, or a basketball player, except for the tuxedo and tails he wore.And not a single gold chain to destroy the look. It was when he opened his mouth that the exotic illusion was dismembered.

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