Zeke wasn’t unconscious for long, but it had almost been long enough. The sound of the police siren getting quieter and further away is what had finally brought him around. His head throbbed and each peak of the siren had made it seem as if his head was going to explode… so when the sound was completely gone, and no one was there to help him, he finally opened his eyes, only to see the dead man from the car stumbling toward him, his pants around his ankles and blood and shreds of flesh in place of what should usually be there.
The ex-soldier propped himself up on his shoulders and cleared his parched throat, “Holy shit. I thought you were dead,” he slurred, still trying to clear his throat...Read More