Longhorn: Hard Time
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Where survival is the meaning of life. A speculative fiction serial of adventure novellas set in a strange and punishing world. In Book 2, "Longhorn," a man finds himself in a terrifying landscape without shelter, explanation, or memory. Join him as he searches for answers and struggles to survive. Find out if life and knowledge of his past are truly worth the price.
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Longhorn - Erec Stebbins
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Bones
The man screamed .
Agony drove fingers to shield his eyes from the bloated red star. Oozing blisters across his hands and face crusted with sand from the entombing wasteland. Red drifts buried his shins in the hot wind.
A shirt hung over his head to block the scalding crimson rays, sunglasses feeble to quench the acid in his eyes from dust and light. His sleeves were yanked to cover every possible patch of skin.
He held fast like a fetus, balled and concealing anything organic from the elements. Footprints extended behind him, across endless dunes of red, erased by wind and shifting grains in the distance. His body shook with ragged and desperate breaths.
A proud dome rose at a great distance, the monochrome red reflecting mercilessly from its surface. Its measure was unfathomable to scorched eyes. Its location shrouded in heat and pain, waves of atmosphere distorting the space between. It could be near. It might be a week’s march.
Thoughts stumbled through his mind, jostled by the surges of pain, confused by dehydration. Just as an idea came into focus, it turned like some fleet fish, darting into darkness, his consciousness powerless to pursue its path through the deep.
The dome.
It was the one image he hoarded. How it became lodged in his mind, he could no longer remember. Why it held such a religious hold over his being, there was no answer. He didn’t know where he came from or where he was going. Only that the dome was the destination.
The bones so testified.
Bones at his sides. Bones behind. Bones crunching underneath his boots with each torturous step. And the further he marched through the inferno, the higher the piles of bone, the greater the depth to which they sank in the baking sands.
A river of bones.
Human bones. Skulls and femurs. Sandblasted pelvis bowls. The snaking ridges of spines to pave a path with serpents. Bones of animals. Dog and horse and cow.
Bones of monsters.
Hulking, alien, tentacled, incomprehensible. Things that shouldn’t be. Nightmares breaking through the veil of dream, incarnate in purgatory, yet perishing, mortal in this sweltering hell. They summoned madness.
Not one strand of sinew remained to human or beast, hair ripped from craniums and limbs by heat, sand, and wind. Pristine porcelain shone back, polished, bright pink in the malevolent radiance of this hateful star. They led the way along the road of death.
To the dome.
He moaned. Sweat soaked him as he crouched. His skin was a fire consuming his awareness. To move again, to set forth for the dome, meant death. The radiation penetrated no matter how bowed his head, until he stumbled like some osteoporotic hunchback. It drilled through the layers of clothes, his back blistering in the demonic light. There was no haven from the fire.
To walk meant opening his eyes to align to the road of bones, shuffling and swaying with skin uncovered, pack of essentials carried. He could no longer sling it over his back or shoulder, that skin ripped free. Grasping it in his bloodied palms was agony. To walk was to crucify himself again and again.
The skull of a bull rose and floated before him, ghost-like.
Longhorn.
A hallucination to be sure. Yet persistent. Winged tusks of polished ivory dancing in the air.
I’m going mad.
His brain baked. It was dome or death.
Rising, he screamed. He felt the raw burns of the skin along his legs. Soft moaning mixed with the slosh of water as he raised a canister to his lips. In the corrosive light and air the letters had faded on the composite casing. Or do my eyes fail me? He could only make out the words COLONY and a number. It meant nothing.
But not the contents. That inside meant everything. Liquid joy and hope and pleasure. An orgasm of neural firing followed the flow over his swollen and