The Ghost and the Darkness Volume 2 (The Fallocaust Series) by Carter Quil

Author:Carter, Quil [Carter, Quil]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MassChaotic
Published: 2014-11-14T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 48

Reaver

The wind was blowing the smell towards us and it was enough to make you want to vomit in your mouth. I had always been more than used to the smell of death and decay but my nose had gotten used to smelling fresh air and greywaste dust. There weren’t as many people in this area of the greywastes so I hadn’t seen as many corpses.

Besides the ones Elish and I had made of course.

Though the smell was enough to make your nose curl, it was nothing compared to the gory displays of crucified men and women that we were currently weaving through. A sea of figures that, from a distance, I had thought were trees. But as we approached this stretch of greywastes we both saw that they were dozens of dead arians. All of them propped up and rising from the ground, hands outstretched and smiling through skulls just starting to peek through their rotting skin.

Below their bodies the natural process of decay had occurred. Puddles of guts, dried on the outside but squishy and squirming if you stepped in them, formed churning piles below the bodies, some even still connected to their hosts by a shriveled brown piece of intestine.

It seemed that once King Jade had settled him and his people down in Velstoke they had gotten bored. For the entire quarter mile from the main road to the town, there were these human scarecrows on spikes. Green skin with black veins snaking through their bodies like lightning bolts, just starting to form the first blowfly maggots of spring. Before the Fallocaust they had green shoots to tell them spring was near, now we had blowfly maggots, different from the year-round flies, they were bigger and fatter.

I picked at an arm that didn’t look as ripe as the others, just to see if I could eat it, but as I did a beetle crawled out. I poked it one more time and carried on, wiping my finger on my black jacket.

I looked over at Elish; his hands clenched and his head lowered. Every once in a while his heartbeat would speed up. I could almost guarantee that whenever that heart spiked he was imagining strangling Jade with his bare hands.

At least Elish knew where Jade was. I just wanted to go in there and grab the asshole and make him sing for me. He would know what happened to Killian and Perish; he could point us in the right direction.

Like a pissed off bee, my gut gave a nervous flutter, whenever I thought of my boyfriend I felt like I was going to throw up. Drugs had done a fair job numbing my worry but it was always there, eating me alive in a slow manner that told me it was enjoying every bite. Though in a masochistic way I held onto that worry, because focusing on getting Killian back was helping me ignore my other internal issues. It was helping me put Nero behind me, my dads, and the fact that I was being hunted like an escaped rat.

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