RAZORBACKS by George S. Mahaffey Jr

Author:George S. Mahaffey Jr. [S. Mahaffey Jr., George]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-05-04T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Moments later, Peter and the others had secreted themselves inside the cabin which wasn’t much larger than a rest-room gas-station. The windshield and side-windows, which provided an excellent view of the road, were intact, however, and that’s all anybody cared about at that moment.

Peter was scrunched over by Avery, still in shock from Karl’s death, listening to the labored sounds of everyone’s breathing against the backdrop of the grit pelting the roof of the rig. Peter quietly said a prayer for Karl and it was a good minute or two before anyone had the stones to pipe up.

“I’m just gonna say it… what the hell happened out there?” asked Rudy.

“Feral hogs,” Lindsay said. “Razorbacks. That’s what’s out there. That’s what took them.”

“There’s more than one,” said Peter as all eyes rotated toward him.

“How do you know?” Lindsay asked.

“One of ‘em got that man, Karl, and I seen more of ‘em when we were coming this way,” said Peter.

Peter’s words hung for a moment as Lindsay checked her cellphone. The reception bars fluctuated wildly as she brought up the home page on a local newspaper. No word yet of the accident.

“Anything?” Jimmy asked as she shook her head.

“Ain’t normal for animals to attack like that,” Avery offered.

“I’ll bet it’s the Russians that did it,” Rudy said. “I heard they got a machine that pumps radio waves into the air. Probably riled them hogs up.”

“Fake news, dude,” Jimmy snorted. “It’s probably the fracking. All the rigs and the noise and the pollution has messed with Mother Nature. I seen things lately I ain’t never seen before: fish with two heads and flocks of birds that just drop from the air dead.”

“It’s just something that happens,” said Yohan. “If you know anything about history, there’s a whole bunch of times when animals have just gone on the warpath. Happened in Paris in the Fifteenth Century.”

“Bullshit,” said Rudy.

“I kid you not. Pack of wolves headed up by this red-colored killer they called Bobtail ran wild during the winter.”

Rudy’s jaw dropped.

“Anyone die?” he asked.

“At least forty people,” Yohan said with a nod. “Maybe more.”

“Man, that is not what I wanted to hear,” Rudy whispered.

“This isn’t like that,” said Lindsay. “It’s the bodies out there, the people killed in the accident. All the blood. It’s like a buffet for a feral pig. They can smell things from miles away and they hunt in packs.”

“And you’d know this how?” asked Avery.

“Because I’ve hunted them before,” she said.

“I think that’s some bullshit,” Avery said.

“Don’t let my good looks fool you,” she said with a zippered smile, “I’m a Texas gal. I can hunt, I can trap, I can hold my own.”

“How many bullets you got, Annie Oakley?” asked Rudy.

Lindsay popped the pistol’s magazine and studied it.

“Four.”

“How long until the storm’s over?” asked Yohan.

Rudy checked his cellphone.

“Been going strong for almost two hours. Like I said before-”

“I heard what you said before,” said Lindsay. “About Kuwait and all. I believe you but there was another storm a few years back on I-20 that killed two people and caused a seventeen-car pileup.

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