The Edge of Hell by Peter Meredith

Author:Peter Meredith [Meredith, Peter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Black Market Publishing
Published: 2016-03-30T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 24

Manhattan, New York City

They were blazing through red lights with the back doors swinging wildly, banging against the side of the ambulance, and there were undead corpses everywhere, and there were screams and sirens...and Cyn pointed her shotgun at Jack.

“Turn around.” Her voice, quiet as it was, cut through the roar of the engine and the gun blasts that seemed to be coming from every direction and an explosion that sounded like it was just around the corner.

“I can’t,” Jack told her. “Your mom’s dead, Cyn. I’m sor...”

She jabbed the barrel of the gun into the side of his head. “Turn around or I shoot.” The barrel was as cold as her words.

He shrugged, but didn’t slow the ambulance. He would deserve it if she killed him. He had given her mom an empty gun and told her to protect them; that was a straight up fact. It was his fault she was dead. The guilt was a brick in his gut.

“No,” he answered. For a few seconds, she pressed harder, leaving a red circle imprint, preparing herself to kill him, he supposed with calm circumspection. He could afford to be calm since he really didn’t care if she shot him or not. The guilt mixed with his exhaustion, made him apathetic to his fate, or rather this fate. Getting his brains blown out was an easy death compared to what was happening around them.

The streets were filled men and monsters and it was all Jack could do to weave in and out of the screaming people; it didn’t help that Father Paul was yelling from the back for them to stop. Richards was laid out on the floor, either dead or unconscious with the priest draped over him to keep him from rolling out of the back.

Unbelievably, Cyn said: “This is my fault.” He felt the metal bore wavering against his temple. A second later she withdrew the gun and he chanced a look at her. She was glass-eyed and staring out at the chaos without seeing a thing. Even when they hit something that had been long dead and a wet slop of decomposing flesh struck the windshield, she didn’t blink or seemed to notice.

She went on: “I gave away the spell. I just gave it away like an idiot. My mum is dead because I was an irresponsible git. I wanted to be famous. That’s why she’s dead because I wanted to be someone, but what I was...what I am, is a damned child!”

“Stop it!” Jack snarled. “This is Robert’s fault...or mine, really, but it’s definitely not yours, so shut up.” She glared and he deserved that, too. “I-I’m sorry, that came out awful, I know. The only thing you did wrong was to place your faith in your cousin. You believed Robert and so did I. That’s not a crime, Cyn, so please, just stop blaming yourself and get that look out of your eyes. You can’t give up. Your mom wouldn’t want you to give up, would she?”

“No, she wouldn’t,” Cyn said after a moment’s hesitation.

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.