The Numbing by Flint Maxwell EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Flint Maxwell
- Language: English
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- Genre: Post-Apocalyptic Science Fiction
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THE DEAD MAN stared up at the dark sky.
He was half-buried in the snow. His face was twisted in agony, and
innards dangled from a wide gash in his midsection. Over his torso was a red
winter coat; it was also shredded, and stiff feathers spilled from these jagged
openings. I wondered what had done the shredding, what had done
the…dismembering. The wraiths? Something else?
Whatever it was had done quite a number on the guy.
Ell and Mia were waiting for my signal in the lot. I remembered how Mia
told me about the red coat before I slogged toward one of the resort’s storage
garages. She said I couldn’t miss it, and she was right.
His name was Billy. He was the father of the baby she was due to have in
about a month. I almost asked how he had died but refrained. Now wasn’t the
time for that. We had to get the other snowmobile and get the hell out of here.
I figured Mia probably killed the guy herself and didn’t want to admit it.
That kind of thing, killing someone, puts a strain on a person. Then I thought
about how feisty Mia was, and I doubted she gave a shit about blame or a
guilty conscience, especially when you considered the circumstances. Upon
our first meeting, Mia had shown me the nasty cut on the inside of her bottom
lip. She had gotten it courtesy of Billy; the guy apparently had a mean right
I looked down at the body again, the face frozen in horror, and thought it
was possible this guy might’ve deserved death. But no one, not even my
worst enemy, deserved…this.
We had gotten to know Mia a little better the night I first met her. She
followed me into the station, through the broken glass door, and we were
greeted by Ell, Stone, Mikey, and Chewy. All save for the dog were holding
Well…calling them weapons is a stretch.
Sure, getting cracked over the head with the frozen two-liter of Sprite that
Eleanor had cocked behind her ear would hurt like hell, but I’d take that over
getting shot or roasted by the bug spray flamethrowers we used against the
As for Stone and Mikey…their “weapons” were, for lack of a better term,
comedic. Mikey brandished a cheap pink plastic razor. In his haste to find
something to defend himself with, he hadn’t even removed the blades from
the plastic housing. When Stone gave him crap for it, Mikey shrugged and
said it was better than nothing. That, I wasn’t so sure about.
Stone leaned one hip against the front counter, crutch in his left hand, his
right arm up and holding what he thought was a can of pepper spray. It turned
out to be an air freshener called Midnight Lilac. The can was dark, and
according to Stone, easy to mistake. When I laughed at the whole ordeal, he
got a little defensive and said, “I bet it still stings once it’s in your eyes.
Wanna find out, Grady?”
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