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 →


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