All the Wrong Moves
“Not these dead, thank God. Decaying flesh spewed as I kicked free of the ribcage that had snared EEEK’s foot pedal.“OhGodohGodohGod!”Shrieking, I lunged a good fifty or sixty yards before I thought to lower the visor and whip around to scan the darkness behind me. No ghostly figures had risen up from the desert floor to give chase. No poltergeists flew through the night air in my direction.Still, I stumbled another dozen yards before I could bring myself to halt EEEK’s forward momentum. Wrenching one hand free of the control glove, I grabbed frantically for the radio clipped to my belt.“O’Reilly! Cassidy! Anyone! Come in!”“Speak to me, oh Goddess of Gadgets.” O’Reilly punctuated his reply with a jaw-cracking yawn. “Whazzup?”“I just stumbled over some bodies.”“Huh?”“Bodies.” My voice rose perilously close to another shriek. “Like in dead people!”“Jesus!”I heard a loud thump that I guessed were his chair legs hitting the floor. The thud came nowhere near matching the volume of the hamme...ring inside my ribcage.“Call the county sheriff,”MoreLess
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