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Nick Cutter - The Deep

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From the acclaimed author of which Stephen King raved scared the hell out of me and I couldnt put it down old-school horror at its bestcomes this utterly terrifying novel where meets . A strange plague called the Gets is decimating humanity on a global scale. It causes people to forgetsmall things at first, like where they left their keys then the not-so-small things like how to drive, or the letters of the alphabet. Then their bodies forget how to function involuntarily and there is no cure. But now, far below the surface of the Pacific Ocean, deep in the Marianas Trench, an heretofore unknown substance hailed as ambrosia has been discovereda universal healer, from initial reports. It may just be the key to a universal cure. In order to study this phenomenon, a special research lab, the , has been built eight miles under the seas surface. But now the station is incommunicado, and its up to a brave few to descend through the lightless fathoms in hopes of unraveling the mysteries lurking at those crushing depths and perhaps to encounter an evil blacker than anything one could possibly imagine. Part horror, part psychological nightmare, is a novel that fans of Stephen King and Clive Barker wont want to missespecially if youre afraid of the dark.

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Nick Cutter

THE DEEP

PART 1 THE GETS 1 THE OLD MANS HEAD was covered in mantises At first - photo 1

PART 1

THE GETS

1 THE OLD MANS HEAD was covered in mantises At first Luke thought it was a - photo 2

1.

THE OLD MANS HEAD was covered in mantises.

At first Luke thought it was a wig or some weird toupeebut he was at the southern tip of Guam, a few miles from the Pacific, and the man was wearing tattered clothes and what looked like strips of old radial tires lashed to his feet. Why bother with a toupee?

The driver saw the old man, too. He hissed between his teethan uneasy tssshk! He said something under his breath: a curse, maybe a prayer? Luke didnt speak the local dialect.

Ill do it, Luke told the driver. You wait here.

He elbowed the Jeeps door open. Sweet Jesus, the heat. Itd hit him like a fist when he stepped onto the runway at the Agana airport. It hit him again nowthe tropical air, laden with the nectar of heliotropes, caused beads of sweat to pop along his brow.

The old man stood facing the wall of a one-story workshop. The ground was strewn with hubcaps and crankcases snarled in rusted wiring. Wrist-thick vines snaked out of the greenery to twine around the industrial junk; with nobody around to hack it back, the jungle would reclaim this spot in a matter of months.

The old man was walking into the wallhis sandals made a gentle whush-whush as they brushed the yellowing adobe. The spotting was pronounced on his bare arms and his throat. The scabs were dime-sized, bigger than what Luke was used to seeing. Some of them had cracked open and were leaking grayish pus.

Luke had no clue what had drawn the mantises. Maybe theyd dropped from the creeping ivy snarled across the shops roof. Or maybe something on the mans scalp, or leaching out of it, had attracted them.

They were the largest insects Luke had ever seen. Each mantis was the length of his thumb, and muscular-looking. They had swollen, cantilevered abdomens that curved above their sharp, considering faces. A bakers dozen or so carpeted the mans skull.

Luke got the sense of them turning to stare at him, all at once.

Luke retreated to the ditch. His feet sank into the muck. He didnt like the way it sucked at his bootsgreedy, a lipless brown mouth.

He found a stick and went back. The insects squirmed quarrelsomely on the mans head, which was covered with wispy white hairs as downy as those on a babys skull. Their exoskeletons made a brittle chitter. What the hell were they doing?

Luke watched their choreographed manner. The stink of burned diesel mixed with the heliotropes to create a sticky vapor that coated his throat. Distantly, he heard the driver repeat what hed said beforethat breathless curse or prayerand Luke was worried hed set the Jeep in gear and take off, leaving him with the old man and the mantises, the heat and the crawling jungle.

What in Gods name were those bugs doing?

One mantis pinned another in a violent vise grip, then widened its jaws and bit down, cleaving the others head in half. Their abdomens were wed. What was clearly the female continued to eat the males head while his antenna whipped about frantically.

Using the stick, Luke brushed the mantises off the mans skull. A decapitated male skittered wildly across Lukes fingers; he shook it into the mud with the rest of them. The urge arose to step on them. Squash them all to paste.

Instead, Luke set his hands on the old mans shoulders to turn him around. His expression was familiar: The Big Blank. His eyes gone milky, the edges of his eyelids pebbled with nodules of acne that gave his skin the look of an orange rind. His mouth wide open, his tongue coated in white film. He may not have drunk water in days. Hed forgotten to, probably.

Thats how it went with the Gets: you forgot the little things first, then the not-so-little things, then the big ones. Next, the critical ones. In time, your heart forgot how to beat, your lungs how to breathe. You die knowing nothing at all.

As soon as Luke pointed him in a new direction, the old man started to walk. Hed go on until he fell down or stepped off a cliff or stumbled into a leopards den, if they had those around here. And Luke couldnt do a damn thing about that.

He climbed back into the Jeep. The driver eased past the old man as he tottered down the road, that clingy mud sucking up past his ankles already. Luke watched as they pulled away, the old mans body becoming indistinct through the stinging fumes.

2.

A VISTA OF HEAT-STOOPED PALMS gave way to the town of Inarajan. The buildings were pueblo-rustic and had a worn but functional look, with whitewashed tin roofs.

A fan of red grit rose in the Jeeps wake; it appeared to hover in the intense heat, refusing to settle. The Jeeps vents blasted humid air. The creased skin at the back of Lukes neck was grimy with sweat and dirt.

The Pacific rolled out to the south. The water deepened to an icy blue. Two old women sat on a buckled porch smoking cheroot cigars. None of the villagers looked worried. None of the shops had been looted. That had occurred in other places, but for the most part, humanity had simply carried on. If this was the apocalypse, it was to be an orderly and complacent one.

The village children watched the Jeep rumble past. One of them, a girl of about eight, smiled at Luke. A cluster of dark specks dappled her elbows, like the bruises on a banana as it turns overripe.

The Spots. They would get bigger, cover her body, turn crusty then pustulant then shed begin to forget. Minor stuff at first. Where shed left her dolly or how to tell the time of day. Then she wouldnt know how to tie her shoelaces; she might spend hours bent over her feet, trying to lace however shed been taughtthe bunny ears method? Loop, swoop, and pull? Shed laugh at firstIm being such a silly-billy!but she would soon become frustrated, as children do, and start to cry.

Next, shed forget her brothers name and the smell of her fathers pipe tobacco, and soon enough, her own face in the mirror. Shed forget what hot or cold should feel like, and then even the concepts of heat and cold. That would have to be the worst part, Luke figured: forgetting those elemental assurances everyone is born with. Shed look at the nut tree in her yard and forget the sensation of its leaves brushing her skin; soon shed forget what leaves were to begin with, and how vital they are to that tree, the same way our veins are vital to our bodies (shell have forgotten about veins by that point, too). Shed forget how wonderful those nuts tasteafter that, shed forget why eating mattered much at all.

The tree would make no sense to her. Nothing would, actually.

3.

THE YACHT WAS MOORED five hundred yards off the Inarajan wharf.

Its original owner was a Vegas casino magnate. Its home dock was in Okinawa, Japan, but Uncle Sam had recently conscripted it in the service of science. Its owner didnt argue its seizure, Luke had been told, due to the fact that hed forgotten hed ever bought a yacht. The Gets had a way of loosening prior rights of ownership.

Luke grabbed his duffel and nodded good-bye to the driver. The sun-bleached planks squealed under his boots. Fiddleback crabs skittered around the pilings, raising puffs of sand. An eela black, sinuous ribbondarted out, plucking up a crab before vanishing beneath the wharf.

Animals were unaffected, for whatever reason. No spotting, no Gets. All except honeybees, which had been the first and only.

A few skiffs were moored at the end of the wharf, their rusted bottoms spread with mildewed nets. A haze of flies boiled up at Lukes approach. One landed on his forearm. A horsefly, its compound eyes reflecting the sunlight like disco balls.

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