Everyone Dies in the End Yet Again
Once Again with the Back Story
The posts are coming few and far
between. No lack of writing, just a lack of posting. The book sits within a
thousand words of completion. I hope to have it done tomorrow, re-written by
the end of October, off to be edited in November, and on sale by Thanksgiving-ish.
In November, which is National Novel Writing Month, I plan to write a novella set
in the World at War universe. It will probably tell more of Mike Hudson and
Katarina’s story, beginning with the destruction of Paris
We left Everyone Dies in the End
with the main characters descending on the Cathedral Basilica of Saints Peter and Paul in Philadelphia
She rested the sawed-off shotgun on the neck of the leather-jacketed
guard and pulled the trigger. The gun bucked, but not too much. Her kind were
strong; certainly strong enough to control a shotgun with one hand, certainly
strong enough to kick the shattered corpse aside, step to the other guard and
throw him against the wall, but she never got the chance. Before she could
touch him, the human Zak’s gun burped, and the second guard caught the three
9mm slugs with his face.
She nodded. “Nice.”
The man didn’t answer and she didn’t care. All that mattered now was
speed. She jerked open the nearest of the double doors and stepped inside. She
felt Zak just behind.
Several guards pounded down the long center aisle toward them. Behind her
and to the left, Zak’s submachine gun fired again, and the foremost guard
pounded no more. The ones behind began firing, and she saw Zak dive behind the
wooden pew to her left. She glanced at him.
“Cover me, human,” and then she was bounding across the pews.
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