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« on: October 07, 2016, 12:28:29 pm »

from my new book 'Refuge'.........

Dakota held tight to Lyrics hand and said a silent prayer that the men wouldn't come down the ramp. It was dark below the underpass and he knew they were safe for now. Time seemed to slow down and though it had only been a few minutes it felt like hours, when they finally heard doors slamming and Dakota hoped it meant the men were leaving.
The music was blaring again as the car backed down the street and went in the opposite direction. After they could no longer hear the motor or the music, Dakota started to lead Lyric back up the ramp when he noticed a small group of undead had gathered just feet from their hiding place. Backing up he saw a large privacy fence surrounding an abandoned looking building. "Come on Sis", he said pulling her toward the fence. There were a couple of slats missing and looking through to be sure no one was on the other side, he helped Lyric through the fence and handed her the backpacks. Just as he stepped through, hands grabbed his shirt from behind. He had no chance to break free before they pulled him against the fence, causing his own shirt to strangle him. Trying to get his fingers between the fabric and his throat, he could feel his energy leaving. Lyrics screams and gun shots were the last thing he heard as he sank into darkness.

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« Reply #1 on: October 07, 2016, 06:48:59 pm »

Yay, more spam, and on the plus side I know the name of another book I won't be buying.

In a zombie apocalypse no one cares what's in a hot dog.

"I'm a damn mystery to me." Merle, RIP.
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