The Werewolf and the Zombies – 9

Something grabbed the back of my neck. I grunted and twisted away, went to my ass on the concrete and crawfished away from what turned out to be Agent Moss. He raised his hands. They were covered in black latex gloves. One held a small flashlight. He said, "Hey, Anderson, hey. It's okay. It's us."... Continue Reading →


The Werewolf and the Zombies – 3

I have no idea why I tell him. He mentions it first, the discovery the previous day of two badly decomposed bodies in a rundown trailer at the end of some narrow road off of Highway 849. A friend of one of the deceased men went to pay a visit (read: score some drugs) and... Continue Reading →

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