The Lost Castle (Wyrd Book 3) by Nick Cole

Author:Nick Cole
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Nick Cole
Published: 2016-10-25T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Zombies crawled across and over each other to reach the five seething flares that burned among them. Some peeled away from the mounting pile at the gate to grab at what they thought was life in a hissing flare burning like a dying sun in the blaze of noon.

Even from here Frank could smell the propane as it mixed with the rank foul stench of the dead. Mixed with rotting flesh. No movement in the air. All was hot and heavy, and sickly sweet. Like a failure that would not erase, or leave, or disappear. It was something that must be lived with.

“C’mon,” muttered Frank and tossed another flare. “Catch already.”

He watched all those once-someones crawl over each other to mindlessly claw at the flare as its bright little hell sizzled and the police siren in Doomsday mode called out to every zombie far and near.

Then one tank exploded. A clump of bodies arced upward, and the doomsday siren was suddenly gone from the soundscape of groans and horror whispering.

Another tank exploded off and away, like a jet engine suddenly igniting, shooting off toward the approaching mob still streaming down the street toward the gate. It left a smoky black exhaust trail as it raced through the shambling crowd, striking and even knocking some of the dead down to the hot pavement. Probably caving in chest cavities that wouldn’t stop the corpses for a second. The cylinder moved so slow, Frank could track it as it wildly ricocheted off in another direction.

Some of the burning dead wandered mindlessly on fire, only to fall and smolder. Some thrashed about as though the flames actually tormented them.

All those someones... finally dying again, thought Frank. The worst thing that could ever happen to them had finally happened. He wondered if there was a someone out there for each one of those flaming corpses, and the surrounding mob pressing in toward the castle gate. Some someone who’d promised to love them until death did them apart. Someone who’d hoped for something different than this.

Some forever eternity beyond death.

We got what was coming to us, he thought. Even if we never saw it coming.

Then the three other propane tanks exploded, sending waves of flying corpses directly into the gate. A loud screech echoed out as the top container shifted inward a millimeter. The one Frank was standing on. He stumbled as it shifted.

The top container was moving off the base of the second container. If it went over, the crowd would spill into the Vineyards. Into the castle. Then it would all be over.

He was stumbling, backwards, scrabbling for the edge.

Wondering about all those other someones who would never know that the worst had finally happened to their loved one.

One of Andrea’s “Terrible Horribles” had finally happened.

Frank was falling off the shifting container. Three stories up. Reaching out. Flailing for a ledge to grab onto.

Don’t let go.

***

After Andrea met them on the dock. Frank and Jordana. After the long walk to a nearby café where everyone seemed to know and avoid Andrea.

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