The Adventures of Andrew Doran: Box Set by Matthew Davenport

Author:Matthew Davenport
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: lovecraftian, lovecraft, nazi, nazis, horror, adventure, pulp, noir, indiana, jones, germany, europe, miskatonic, necronomicon, cthulhu, mythos
Publisher: Matthew Davenport
Published: 2015-02-15T05:00:00+00:00

Andrew Doran at the Mountains of Madness

Chapter 1: Utah

Utah, in the summer months, is Hell.

In a heated gun battle, I chased a small group of Nazis across the Utah desert to a small train station about three miles from a now smoldering ruin of a shack that once belonged to the missing Professor William Dyer.

I went to Utah in search of Dr. Dyer, the famed geologist of Miskatonic University. It took me a week to find his niece who was kind enough to give me directions to his summer cabin in Utah. Geologists love their rocks, and the formations near his cabin were some of the most beautiful in the country.

When I found the cabin, I was already too late. William Dyer wasn't there, but three very trigger-happy Nazis were. They'd already started setting fire to the place, but I saw what I needed.

One of them was carrying a journal that I was certain didn't belong to him.

An exchange of gunfire and a lengthy chase across the desert later, and I followed them as they pulled into a train station. Smoke rolled from the stack and I was sure that it was prepared to leave. I wasn't certain that I could subdue them before they were aboard.

I leapt from my truck and ran inside. In the race for the title of ‘Most Idiotic Idea’, the decision to run blindly into the train station was at the top of the list.

As I ran through the door, a solid fist came in from the left faster than I could react. It clipped me in the jaw and I went down hard.

I'm not new to the fighting game and I came up with my pistol drawn. As I brought it around, a hand clamped around my wrist and yanked me to my feet.

These Nazis were fast.

They punched me twice in the gut and again in the chin. I felt my brain rattle in its cage and began to wonder if these foreign thugs had decided against wasting bullets on me, instead intending to beat me to death.

As I shook my head and looked around, I realized that I was completely immobilized. At each arm one of the large Nazis held me tight. My head was being held from behind by an arm around my neck and a hand on my forehead. I was stretched out and couldn't move. The entire means through which I had been immobilized would have been impressive if I hadn't been the one they were using it on.

"Andrew Doran." A man hissed as he walked toward me from the platform. His eyes were like a snake's, literally. He was a child of Yig, the snake god, and it looked like he was a member of the Nazi army as well.

Aside from the snake eyes, he looked like your average member of the Aryan race. He had blond hair cut short on the sides and combed to the side and a military physique. He was dressed in a plain brown suit, and could have passed for a Professor at my university if he didn't have the snake-eyes.

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