Teaser: Brice Chandler #WinterofZombie
Chapter 1: Red Cast Sky
Jack Criley’s trembling hand smeared blood across his face as he rubbed his pulsing head. The other hand, steady and calm, squeezed the grip of the .45 as he stumbled out of the house in a plume of black smoke. The trembling hand groped his shirt pocket and clinched a busted cigar. It didn’t feel like his hand, but nothing felt right. The body reacted and worked as if it were being controlled by the subconscious.
He was detached, drifting away and watching someone else below. The world was a void, absent of sound except for a constant ringing and the haunting memories. It was a self-centered place that he referred to as ‘going internal’ and he was lost in it.
The shaking hand thrust the cigar into his unresponsive mouth.
Need it to calm down. His conscious returned.
The cigar dropped from…
View original post 949 more words