Darkness Rises by Tl Reeve & Michele Ryan

Author:Tl Reeve & Michele Ryan [Reeve, TL]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: After Glows Publishing

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When they arrived at the dock, the Metropolitan officers were still talking to people standing near the area where the woman’s body lay. Miss Clara and the man whom he believed Miss Craig named, Mr. Lloyd, waited nearby. If Mr. Tinnin was in the area, he kept himself hidden to those who might try to find him.

Annabelle left his side and went straight to her team. If he wanted to intrude and listen to their conversation, he could, but chose not to. After this evening’s affairs, she deserved a moment. He hadn’t meant to tell her about the sunrise. It spilled out. For the first time in almost three hundred years, he’d witnessed the sunrise through her eyes. He didn’t have the proper words to describe it. Beautiful seemed too bland for the event.

An edge of foreboding had the hairs on his nape standing at attention, pulling him from his revelry. Mr. Tinnin. He glanced over his shoulder, and caught the imposing shadow of the man. Jonah left the throng of people and followed the unhinged fellow. When Jonah rounded the cobblestone alley, there he stood, leaning against the building, cigar hanging out of the side of his mouth.

“Mr. Tinnin,” he murmured, knowing the men could hear him. “What have you found?”

“A body,” he answered. “And a zombie-machination, I captured.” He hitched a large thumb over his shoulder toward a waste pile. “Saved it for the doctor.”

“How bad is the body?” He cautiously made his way over to where the undead lay.

“Horrible,” Mr. Tinnin answered. “Not proper for women to see, truth be told.”

Jonah arched a brow. “Going soft on me, old man?”

“Bah,” he growled. “Never, but if we must work with them, they shouldn’t see the bodies. It sours their meat.”

There was the sadistic bastard they all knew. Jonah crouched down and examined the zombie. The cog-work heart clicked but didn’t move. The steam elbow joint hissed, however didn’t stir. Thin, grey skin covered the body, and clung to the boned remains of what once was. Yet, it didn’t stink of decay or death. Whoever made these things created an interesting automaton.

“Mr. Tinnin,” he said, standing. “Please take this to Dr. Brew’s laboratory.”

“What I get out of this?”

“Another day of life, sir,” Jonah answered.

“Fair enough.” The deranged man grinned. “And the woman?”

“I’ll have Mr. O’Keefe bring her to the good doctor later.”

“Very well.” The man stubbed out his cigar on the bottom of his bare foot before lumbering toward the inhuman remains.

Jonah returned to the scene to join Annabelle and her compatriots. What was the purpose of killing women? Putting the fear of God into them made more sense, especially if the condition of the undead being fit the others. They were disgusting, vile things. It was apparent, from their rank and file movements, they had a hive brain. Jonah had so many unanswered questions.

As he approached Miss Craig and her team, he smirked. They were in deep conversations about him.

“You stayed?” Miss Clara hissed. “Why?”

“Did he bite you?” Mr.

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