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Peter Lewis has a decent job, a devoted girlfriend and a bright future that begins with college in the fall. And, he’s about to lose everything to an obsession that no one, including Peter, understands.
It begins as an idle diversion, but as Peter’s grasp on reality slips, the demons grow stronger. His health deteriorates, his job is in jeopardy and the people around him, including the person he loves the most, begin turning away from him.
To save everything, Peter will have to overcome an overwhelming addiction and escape from a world that seems to have no exit. Are the demons real? Worse, have they already conquered him?
Kevin Lamport
Kevin Lamport is an airline pilot by day and by night he (slowly) writes action-adventure novels. Before joining the airline, he flew small float and ski equipped aircraft in northern Canada, including the arctic territory, Nunavut. He is married. Most days happily. His wife continues to be a source of support and inspiration, after more years than either of them care to count. They live with their pets (Harley and Malibu), in the always sunny Pacific Northwest. On his days off he enjoys hiking, riding his motorcycle, running for fitness, and travelling, which is tricky because he dislikes airports.Kevin's has written four novels and one novella.
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Copyright 2017 Kevin Lamport. All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication / use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.
Thank you to Scribendi https://www.scribendi.com/ for their editing.
Thank you to Damonza https://damonza.com/ for their formatting and cover art.
Thank you, Shona, for reading this over and over again, possibly more times than I did.
This is for Marius Bernon
Hidden in shadow, back pressed against an age-stained cinderblock wall, Peter Lewis thumbed shells into a shotgun. A weighty bulletproof vest hung from his shoulders under a singed and bloodstained shirt. Breathing heavily, doing his best to distract himself from the fight to come, he glanced at the floor and whispered, How you doing, partner?
The rat near his feet—practically a household pet now, with all the creatures of hell roaming the earth—stopped rooting through the trash to look up at him. Skinny and scabby, it twitched its nose and whiskers and blinked its pus-yellow eyes. It said nothing in reply.
The abandoned factory brightened. Both Peter and the rat cut a glance toward the ceiling. Three stories above, on the other side of a row of shattered skylights, a white wedge of moon shone through the clouds. The rat quickly lost interest and returned its attention to the garbage-strewn floor. Peter watched the night sky for a few seconds longer and thought how, in vastly different circumstances, this could have been a fun evening out with the dark-haired accounting student he’d recently met. An abandoned factory under a bright moon could be an interesting, possibly romantic, place. She could pretend to be afraid of his friend, the yellow-eyed rat, and he could pretend to protect her. Then they’d go to a wine bar and have a good laugh.
He sighed. Chances of seeing her again were slim. Currently, a soldier’s life span was measured in days. If he somehow managed to live through the next two minutes, the Smart People in the War Department would only redeploy him; they wouldn’t retire a living, breathing person with combat experience. Not when they were suffering an extreme shortage of new recruits, a problem currently being addressed, although Peter saw no supporting evidence. Of his unit, he was all that remained. Hell-spawn had slaughtered every other person, one by one. Their screams would never leave his ears, assuming he made it out of the factory alive. The rat was his only remaining friend.
You better watch out,
Peter told the rat. The big bastard around the corner will fry you, if I don’t shoot him first.
Perhaps the rat didn’t appreciate the suggestion because it shambled away without looking back. Peter watched it go for longer than necessary. He was delaying the inevitable, and he knew it. The horror lurking between him and freedom was not a hunter. As long as he waited, it would wait longer.
He swiped his hands dry on the remains of his shirt and racked the Remington’s pump, chambering a shell. The time to attack had come.
With nerves sparking and twitching like a downed power-line, he broke cover and sprinted toward a stack of wooden pallets. Broken glass crunched under his feet, dust puffing with every step. He had the insane urge to stop and sneeze. In the periphery of his vision, he saw a jumble of rusting forty-five gallon drums, toxic green fluid leaking out and puddling on the floor beneath them. Behind the drums, shipping containers were stacked randomly on top of each other, paint peeling off in flakes as big as handbills. Fear filled his chest like ice water. He forced himself to ignore it. It didn’t matter what, if anything, was hiding in the containers. For now, his only concern was the—
A creature twice the height of a man, covered in scales and oozing sores, bounded out from behind the pallets. With an enraged roar that filled the factory, it opened its maw.
Peter squeezed the trigger without breaking stride.
His hasty shot hit the Hellion and a spray of blood and gore flew from its chest. It stumbled, bellowing in pain. A long, thick tail whipped left and right, snapping the air, and the monster regained its balance. Glowing crimson eyes brightened. Despite the dripping wound, it inhaled, and its massive chest expanded. It belched a red orb of fire from its mouth. The flaming meteor sped toward Peter in an impossibly fast blur. At the last instant, he sidestepped. Sizzling with heat, the fire ball flew over his shoulder, leaving the stomach-turning stench of burnt hair in its wake.
Once again, the Hellion inhaled, and its eyes brightened. It flexed its arms, and curved claws clacked together like old bones. Its mouth opened. As Peter surged toward it, the scaly bulk filled the lens of the shotgun’s red-dot sight. Peter squeezed the trigger once, and as fast as he could work the shotgun’s pump, he fired again. Chunks of flesh the color of decomposing foliage filled the air. The Hellion rolled its head from side to side, spraying gobs of hot