Land of the Blind, Part 14

14 – In Our Talons He had to wait until the drugs kicked in before he  could move, and while the numbing of the pain was bliss, he realized once he started the car that he honestly took too many pills. He felt like he was soft and fuzzy inside, made of foam filling. He still hurt, he was aware of bright and radiant pain in his joints and other spots throughout his body, but he didn’t care. Sometimes that’s how they worked – they didn’t take away the pain more than they made you stop caring about it. He managed to get home, he was hyper-aware of his driving, but he was also aware of how spacey and out of sorts he felt. Next time, no driving for him. He thought this especially true when he drove up and saw some guys playing baseball in the...

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Land of the Blind, Part 13

13 – Stiff Kittens Bolt immediately ducked down under his desk, and for a moment Roan wondered if he’d been shot. But he hadn’t heard the bullet, smelled it, or smelled blood – all he smelled was fear. By the time Roan had turned and headed for the door, he heard what sounded like shouting and return fire. “What kind of guns are your security packing?” Bolt peered cautiously over his desk, just the top of his head appearing over the edge.“ I don’t know. Guns. Aren’t you scared?” “No.” He opened the door and looked out into the corridor, and he couldn’t actually see anything, but he could hear voices outside, and from the sound of it, the shooting was over. Good. “How many men do you have?” “It depends. Today I...

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Well, this is pretty cool …

Seems Infected has been nominated for an online horror story award! Check out http://www.campanella-awards.webs.com/  for details. And thanks to those that nominated me! You guys are awesome.

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Land of the Blind, Part 12

12 – You’re A Target As weapons went, sleep was an odd one, but Roan embraced it anyways. After stuffing his face with fast food, Dylan took him home, and he almost instantly crashed, sleeping for about twelve hours straight. When he woke up, after an unsettling dream where someone (he didn’t know who – dreams could be frustrating like that) was shot and fell on him, pinning him to the floor, blood seeping down on him like warm rain, it woke him up, mainly because he really had to pee. He had just done so, and was getting ready to take a shower, when there was a brief knock on the door and Dylan peered inside. “Good. I thought I was gonna have to get you up before the cops arrived.” See? This was why not sleeping was such a risk. Dylan led him...

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Land of The Blind, Part 11

11 – How We Exit There were many bad things about relationships, such as your partner using guilt as a weapon, which is how Roan ended up back in the emergency room. He could heal at home, but the EMT’s didn’t know that, and he wasn’t inclined to tell them. Dylan was insistent he should go, and along with the heavy guilt trip Dyl was laying on him, he was tired, achy, and felt like he’d been vivisected and stapled back together by a carpenter with a severe case of the DTs. In the ambulance they gave him fluids and a painkiller that had no effect on him whatsoever, so they dialed it up a notch, and the rest of the night slid by in a candy coated blur. He noted the media circus in front of the building, a glare of spotlights and news...

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