Uncanny Tales of Crush and Pound Annual 2

By Christopher D. Carter

Crush and Pound take their thrilling adventures to York, Pennsylvania, in search of a lost member of the DAM. Join with America’s covert team of field agents as they make the bizarre journey to face a deadly foe that has been waiting for them beneath the earth!!!!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christopher D. Carter
• Release date: Jun 24, 2014
• ISBN: 9781940451145

Christopher D. Carter

Christopher D. Carter is an engineer by trade. After spending many hours of free time drawing, painting, and writing, he decided to unleash a unique universe of characters upon the worlds of science fiction and comic book fandom.

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Uncanny Tales of Crush and Pound Annual 2

by Christopher D. Carter, © 2013

Text and Illustration Copyright © 2013 Christopher D. Carter

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Table of Contents

Church On Wolf’s Mountain

Let The Old Times Roll

Said The Spider To The Fly

For More Adventure!

About the Author

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Church On Wolf’s Mountain

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Dr. Theresa Tatum sat on the wooden bench in the foyer with her legs crossed, and she gazed steadily through the swirling colors that comprised the stain glass window. There was hardly any evidence left of the repairs that had been made to the church since the destruction that Drakthos had wrought upon the historic building in his struggle to take control of the earth, or at least the city known as Winston-Salem. Only a few months had passed, and the historic church must have had a faithful group of highly skilled woodworkers to pitch in and make repairs in such a short span of time. As she looked around at the impressive woodwork that lined the walls of the church, Dr. Tatum could not help but feel a mixture of survivor’s guilt thrown in with a sense of accomplishment at the same time. The guilt that she felt was strong and stemmed from the loss of her employee and good friend, Sherry Lance.

The sense of accomplishment, she thought, doesn’t feel so great to me. Dr. Tatum clasped her hands together as she sat on the bench, and she let the guilt take over as her eyes rested on the plaque that bore the reminder of the sacrifice that Sherry had made. You should never have involved her in the first place. She wasn’t ready to take on the responsibilities that being an agent of the DAM demands. I was a fool, and my negligence cost someone their life. It was true that no one had seen hide or hair of Sherry since the showdown that had happened here at the top of a skyscraper in Winston-Salem, North Carolina, and months had sluggishly passed with no news of her whereabouts. Dr. Tatum wondered if she would ever see her again.

Ma’am, a soft distinct southern accent reverberated from an adjacent doorway. Would you like some company? the preacher asked as he stepped into the open room and approached the bench where Dr. Tatum sat. He was pleasant in disposition, but she was not yet ready to talk.

No, not right now, thank you, Dr. Tatum responded rather quickly in an effort to keep some distance between the reverend and herself. She then covertly reached her hand into her pocket where it rested on the small can of mace that she kept with her at all times. Respecting her privacy, the reverend nodded once with his head as he then opened one of the front doors to walk out onto the front porch of the church. Dr. Tatum watched him closely as he closed the door and then walked out onto the tar of the roof that served as a church yard. The reverend then greeted a group of sightseers who had made the trip to the top of the building, and as he shook their hands and smiled, Dr. Tatum realized how ridiculous her