Kiera Hudson & The Man Who Loved Snow by Tim O'Rourke

Author:Tim O'Rourke [O'Rourke, Tim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ravenwoodgreys
Published: 2018-06-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

The year 2067

For how long Karl had been unconscious, he had no idea. As the fleeting fragments of reality came seeping back, he opened his eyes to find himself still lying on the floor of the crate. His flashlight had come back on and was just out of reach. The cone of light shining from it lit up the floor, and to his surprise, he could no longer see any sign of the corpse that had been lying nearby when he had blacked out. He heard footsteps and he turned his head. Someone was standing close by, as he could see their feet. Had Selina finally managed to park the patrol vehicle and come in search of him? If she had, then for some reason she had taken off her boots, as the feet he was looking at were bare. He could count all ten toes.

Karl rolled onto his back and looked up. He stifled the immediate urge to shout out in fear. The young man who had been stretched out and dead on the floor was now standing up and peering down at him. Karl screwed his eyes shut in the hope that perhaps he was still unconscious and had yet to wake. He prayed that the nightmarish image of the corpse now standing over him was just that—a nightmare he would rapidly and gladly wake from.

Karl opened his eyes again and looked up. Nope. Not a nightmare. The corpse was still right there, staring down at him with a pair of soulless black eyes. Perhaps Karl had been mistaken and the guy hadn’t been dead. But the wound? It had been gaping and open. Working his hand like a crab, he blindly scuttled it away from him as he searched for the flashlight. To his relief, he felt his fingertips brush against cold metal. He closed his fingers about the flashlight, raising it above him. He shone the light up into the young man’s face. At once, the dead man—that’s if he was—threw his hands to his face and screamed. It was like the torchlight had burnt his flesh somehow.

While the young man was momentarily blinded by the light, Karl seized his chance and sprang to his feet. He whirled around to face the man. He stood in the bright beam of light, his almost naked body looking bleached white. The man Karl had once believed to be dead stood away from him, hands covering his face. A whimpering sound came from behind his hands.

Sensing that the light was distressing him, Karl lowered the flashlight, leaving much of the young man in shadow. But despite the gloom, Karl could see him clearly enough. To his growing alarm and confusion, Karl could see that the young man’s hands, which still covered his face, didn’t actually look like hands anymore. Not human hands. The fingers seemed long—too long. They were curled inwards like crow’s feet and each finger was capped with a black jagged and razor-sharp nail.

“What the fuck?” Karl frowned, narrowing his eyes and raising the flashlight once more.

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