Fuchs - Possession of the Dead

Coscom Entertainment

winnipeg

The fiction in this book is just that: fiction. Names, characters, places and events either are products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons living or dead or known horrific events is purely coincidental.

ISBN 978-1-926712-54-3

Possession of the Dead is Copyright 2010 by Adam P. Fuchs. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce in whole or in part in any form or medium.

Published by Coscom Entertainment

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Text set in Garamond

eBook Edition

Cover Art by Gary McCluskey

Interior Zombie Head Art by A.P. Fuchs

For all Coscom Entertainment authors, past and present.

Thank you for being part of the family.

Entrails

1: Big Zombies

2: Birds of Prey

3: Left Behind

4: Dirt and Shadows

5: Strange New World

6: Submission

7: Hidden Rooms

8: Good Night

9: Morning

10: Outside

11: Surrounded

12: Stuck

13: Search Party

14: Big, Big Trouble

15: No Way Out?

16: Out

17: The Rubble Heap

18: Josh

19: The Car-Truck

20: The Parkade

21: Death

22: El Camino Roadtrip

23: Emergence

24: Dillon

25: More Pain

26: Humans Werent the Only Ones

27: Michael

28: The Hitchhiker

29: On the Side of the Road

30: Soda Cans

31: Huge, Dead Fat Guy

32: The Reason for Time Travel

33: Dead Grass, Dead Forest

34: Its Getting Darker

35: Night in the Hub

36: The Shed

37: The Undead in the Woods

38: The Breach

39: Walking

40: Hank

41: Internal and External

42: Hordes of the Dead

43: The Dust Cloud

44: The Gathering

Big Zombies

T he crack of the X-09 sent a shockwave through Joes system as if hed just heard the gun go off for the first time.

Des jerked to the side, his skull still intact.

I missed hi But before Joe could finish the thought, Des grabbed him by the wrist, and forced the gun skyward.

Des opened his mouth, revealing cracked, yellow teeth, which moved in fast toward Joes neck. Joe shot out his palm, shoving it into Dess chest, trying to keep him from taking a chunk out of his throat. It was no use. Des pushed forward, folding Joes arm in at the elbow. Leverage gone, Joe allowed Des to take him to the ground.

Billie shrieked from somewhere to the side. August shouted something too, but it was hard to make out above Dess growling.

Dess decayed thumb and forefinger dug into Joes wrist, contracting the tendons, forcing the X-09 to go off again. Billie yelped, and Joe hoped he hadnt shot her. Dess dead weight on top of him kept him from moving. The guy seemed to weigh more than his skinny frame let on.

Those teeth came in again, Dess cracked lips brushing up against the side of Joes throat. Giving it everything he had, he dragged his left arm up between their two bodies and was able to get his palm underneath Dess chin, just enough to push his dead friends face away. With a flick of his right wrist, he threw the X-09 across the rooftop.

Grab the gun! Joe shouted, hoping Billie heard him.

Footfalls. Good.

He craned his neck back, his cheek scraping across the roofs rough finish. Billie bent over and picked up the gun. August stood off to the side, his lips silently moving. Praying, perhaps.

Joe bucked his hips a few times and got his lower body out from underneath Des. He drove his left knee repeatedly into the dead mans side, hoping the blows would be enough to force the creature to move off him. Nothing. Each slam into Dess kidneys was just as effective as kneeing a pillow.

Breathing in deep, Joe pressed his right hand against Dess, pushing against his hold. His movement was slow, as if trying to do a one-armed push-up against it.

Dess teeth settled on Joes neck; he felt them begin to press into his skin.

Adrenaline pumping through his system, Joe used his left hand and pushed Dess face away. He jerked his right hand free and came in with a hook to the side of his head. Dess face snapped to the side with the blow. Joe hit him again. And again. And hit him a third time. Finally, Des rolled off him.

Joe scrambled on top of him.

To the side, August ripped the X-09 from Billies hands. The old man eyed the piece, as if quickly trying to figure out how the thing worked; Joe brought his fist repeatedly into Dess decaying face, putting it from his mind that the young man used to be human, alive and one of them, a survivor trying to stay alive in a world of the undead.

Shouting, Joe punched Des in the face once more then got off him and raced for the gun. No sooner did he take a few steps did a pair of strong hands wrap around his ankles, tripping him. He fell forward, landing face first on the roof. He crawled toward the gun.

Des jumped on Joes back, sending his face back into the roof. Jerking around like a wild man, Joe tried to get out from under him. He gained about half a foot before a tremendous weight nailed him between the shoulder blades, sending him back down.