Whiteout (Book 4): The City of Light by Maxwell Flint

Author:Maxwell, Flint [Maxwell, Flint]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Supernatural Apocalypse
Publisher: Dark Void Press
Published: 2020-07-03T04:00:00+00:00

Stone said, “So it’s like a toaster? Shit, that sounds like the perfect place to sleep.”

“If you wanna wake up barbecued,” I said.

“Yeah, Grady’s right,” Ramsey said. “It’s a hazard. Lotta risk for the reward. I can’t use it too much neither. That few minutes alone burned up about a quarter of my juice. That’s why I said it’s best to ignore ‘em. They can’t get in, and as long as we’re awake, they can’t get in our heads. But—”

“They were extra saucy tonight,” Stone interrupted.

Ramsey chuckled. “Saucy, yeah, that’s one way of puttin’ it. I think it’s somethin’ else, though.” His face was wrinkled, as if deep in thought.

That piqued my curiosity. “What something?”

“Well, the dude studyin’ them bastards in the City—Berretti—he had this theory. I don’t know if it holds any water or not, but the more I think about it—and with what happened here tonight—maybe he ain’t totally off his rocker.”

“What is it?” Mia demanded. “Christ, we’ve been over this, Ramsey! Get. To. The. Point.”

He tipped an imaginary hat her way and grinned. “The shadows—or the wraiths, or the ‘rages, or whatever you wanna call ‘em—they take a liking to certain people. They follow ya around, latch onto your back and won’t let go until they’ve done whatever it is that they do to us. Suck our souls or eat our fear and whatnot. They probably caught your scent and teamed up with the bastards followin’ me. Fuckin’ dinner party, that’s what that shit was.” He cupped a hand over to the side of his mouth and hollered: “Sorry, assholes, meal’s canceled!”

This brought thoughts of Bob into my head. He had compared himself to a dinner host for the monsters, gaining the trust of wanderers like us who were unfortunate enough to cross his path, and torturing them to extract fear and grief and anguish.

Stone sat up straight and eyed Ramsey. “You’re telling me the same motherfuckers that haunted our asses on Prism Lake, miles and miles away, have followed us all the way down here?”

Ramsey gave him a shrug. “Eh…it’s just a theory. Everything about ‘em is a theory because they ain’t exactly willin’ to be studied and all. And I don’t know how much weight this particular theory holds, but I know I ain’t ever had to deal with so many shadows in all the weeks I’ve spent here. Come to think of it, that was only the second time I used the Battery Box.” He nodded to me. “And with Mr. Firefighter-Grady over here chewing me out for it bein’ ‘unsafe’, I don’t know if I’ll get to use it again.”

Glaring in my direction, Stone shook his head; Ell patted me on the back, as if to say It’s okay for being a stickler, I love you regardless; and Mia, rolling her eyes, said, “Color me unsurprised.”

I hauled my arms out to the sides. “Hey, I’m just watching our backs. I’d prefer it if none of us were burned alive.”

“Shit,” Stone mumbled, “being burned alive sounds kinda good right about now.

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