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Roadkill ... A funny thing happened to Roger and Savanna Aldiss on the Interstate--they hit a dinosaur. But that's nothing compared to what awaits them down the road. For something is at work to reverse time itself, something which makes the clouds boil, glowing with strange lights, and ancient trees to appear out of nowhere. Something against which Roger, Savanna, a motorcycle gang, and a handful of others will make their final stand. Prehistory lives as ferocious dinosaurs run amok! Science-fiction and horror fans (and especially B-movie lovers) will enjoy this gory, action-packed thriller in the tradition of Roger Corman and George Romero.
Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Wayne Kyle Spitzer (born July 15, 1966) is an American author and low-budget horror filmmaker from Spokane, Washington. He is the writer/director of the short horror film, Shadows in the Garden, as well as the author of Flashback, an SF/horror novel published in 1993. Spitzer's non-genre writing has appeared in subTerrain Magazine: Strong Words for a Polite Nation and Columbia: The Magazine of Northwest History. His recent fiction includes The Ferryman Pentalogy, consisting of Comes a Ferryman, The Tempter and the Taker, The Pierced Veil, Black Hole, White Fountain, and To the End of Ursathrax, as well as The X-Ray Rider Trilogy and a screen adaptation of Algernon Blackwood’s The Willows.
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Copyright © 1993, 2017 Wayne Kyle Spitzer. All Rights Reserved. Published by Hobb’s End Books, a division of ACME Sprockets & Visions. Cover design Copyright © 2017 Wayne Kyle Spitzer. Please direct all inquiries to: HobbsEndBooks@yahoo.com
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I | Flight
W e know now there can be no justice,
the preacher’s soulful voice boomed over the pickup’s radio, and a chorus of devotees chanted Amen
over the airwaves.
And we know now there can be no compromise.
Shattered glass sounded in the background, as though raining down on a dais.
Amen.
But let us not eat of our own limb, brothers and sisters! Let us not become like those outside our windows, throwing stones at their own temple. For I have seen a light in the sky, and we must ready our souls!
Amen!
The day of reckoning is come, brothers and sisters. The wicked among us shall be devoured—
More glass shattered and it sounded as though a bottle rolled across the dais. A woman’s scream rang out. A skeleton chorus cried, Amen!
We stand ready to be cleansed, oh Lord! Let flow the flood! Throw wide the gates of hell, and let loose the beasts of prey!
And then there was an explosion which caused the pickup’s speakers to rattle, and people were screaming over the airwaves.
Static rose up like flames, filling the cab with noise, and Savanna Aldiss looked to her husband. Roger only shook his head. Never know what’s gonna go the distance, do you?
he said.
She twisted the knobless tuner with the vice grips, renewing her search for a weather report, and said nothing. There wasn’t much to say; they’d gotten out of town because they were contentedly poor people, and when there were riots such as those following the Harper verdict, it was the contented poor who always paid first.
That was part of the reason, anyway. But they were also going to see Savanna’s mother in Spokane, a four-hour drive Roger had hoped to enjoy very much. They’d notified their employers—a nursing home and a mall security agency, respectively—that their house had been mistaken for a pawn shop and put to the flaming torch of protest, and that they would be indisposed for an undetermined length of time. Like everyone else, they’d used the occasion to do something they’d wanted to do for a long time.
Roger stared out his open window, yawning. Not because the panorama rushing past was devoid of any interest; actually, it was quite refreshing after the flames and chaos of riot-torn Seattle. But it was all the same after crossing the Columbia River: mile after mile after mile of channeled scablands and various basalt formations—what had Savanna called it? The Lost Bonanza Backdrop. The sight would have put him to sleep at the wheel if not for the strange behavior of the weather.
The weather ...
Since leaving Seattle, he’d spurred the Toyota 4x4 through a mild rainstorm, a brief flurry of snow, a stretch of sunny nirvana, a burst of hailstones, another rainstorm ...
And now the sun was back again, and the sky was clear. He wasn’t sure what the hell to make of it.
Savanna gave up on the radio, detaching the vice grips and tossing them onto the dash. They were a handy tool, those vice grips. In addition to working the radio, they could be used to yank the long-stripped key from the ignition, or to roll the knobless driver’s side window up and down.
Nothing,
she said.
Roger tilted the can of Pepsi against his lips and emptied it, his dark hair dancing in the jetstream.
No biggie, honey,
he said, and added, jokingly, The President lost his patience and had Seattle nuked. That’s all.
She switched off the radio. Poor selection, anyway.
He laughed and squeezed the pop can.
Bombs away?
Savanna asked.
Quite.
She lifted the throw-pillow away from the floor and Roger glanced down at the asphalt rushing past below. He reached behind the stick shift and dropped the can through the hole. It hit the blurred pavement with a tinny clatter and was gone behind them.
"You do know littering is a $1,000 offense in Washington," she said.
They oughta write me in for governor,
he said. Somebody’s got to pick it up—hell, I just created a job.
Savanna slid the pillow beneath her bare feet. And I’m very proud of you, sweetie.
He kissed at the air between them twice and she returned the gesture. It was their own little thing. He grinned at her, then grasped the wheel with both hands and returned his attention to the landscape rushing past; they were passing a stretch of tall grass and gently rolling hills, like green dunes. He listened as the radials droned endlessly against the asphalt, and several moments passed in silence.
What on earth,
Savanna nearly whispered. Honey ...
He nodded absently. He was drumming his fingers on the outside of his door contentedly.
Roger!
Savanna cried, and he jerked his head forward in time to see a pale blur vanish beneath the water-beaded hood.
II | Roadkill
Ker-thunk! Something hit the bumper of the 4x4 and the truck jolted violently. An eyeblink later something thumped against the undercarriage. Roger grimaced. He saw a greasy differential and a splat of blood in his mind’s eye—and felt as though his neck were being sucked down between his shoulder blades.
Shit ...!
he cursed helplessly. His