Run or Fight: AKA John Smith by Sisavath Sam

Author:Sisavath, Sam
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Road to Babylon Media LLC
Published: 2020-02-10T00:00:00+00:00

Thirteen

“Tell me that knife of yours has silver.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No. It doesn’t have silver.”

“Why doesn’t it have silver?”

“Um, I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“I don’t know, okay?”

Smith sighed. He might have continued the back and forth with Blake if the ghoul didn’t pounce. When it did that, both of them stopped talking.

Blake had drawn her knife and taken a step toward the creature just before it made its move, but Smith grabbed her from behind and pushed her out of the way. She let out a surprised yelp and might have shouted something else, but Smith couldn’t hear it because he was too busy falling after the ghoul leapt at him and knocked him down.

It wasn’t so much that it was heavy, because it wasn’t, but rather the force of the impact that made Smith lose his footing.

And the stink. God, the stink. It was like spoiled garbage roasting in the hot sun. The stench invaded every pore along Smith’s face as the creature thrashed on top of him, scrambling to rise while at the same time lunging toward his face.

No, not his face. His neck.

It was going for his neck with its fanged teeth. Thick, sloppy wetness flicked across Smith’s cheeks and forehead, more of the rotten stuff splashing his shirt as it clawed its way up the length of his body, cold, bony fingers looking for footholds wherever it could find.

Smith would have thrown up if he could afford to, if he wasn’t too busy fighting for his life. Its putrid smell was simultaneously intoxicating and retch-inducing, and he had to fight through both sensations to start crawling backward, out of the thing’s reach. That wasn’t easy to do since he’d landed on his ass and back, but he managed to get his legs under him anyway and pushed off on the ground, his boots skirting the hard surface as he propelled himself back and—

Thwack! as his head slammed into the pole that had held him prisoner for the better part of a day. He’d forgotten it was back there.

He remembered now, as he tried to fight off the sudden burst of pain. It had to be the back of his head, too, that had impacted the unyielding piece of lumber. Jesus Christ, did Mandy’s people actually use a telephone pole to tie him up? If that was the case, did they bring the damn thing here or build the shack around it? Or—

The ghoul! It’s going to eat you!

Focus on the ghoul, you idiot!

He focused on the creature as it lumbered clumsily up the length of his body, using every part of him to grab onto and propel itself forward. Smith’s momentary halt after backing into the pole had given the monster the extra two or three seconds it needed to regroup.

Blake let out something that sounded like an insane yell just before she started stabbing the creature in the back with her knife. Smith wanted to tell her, Stop it! You’re just pissing it off! but he didn’t get the chance.

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