Below is an excerpt from Light Save Us, my story in the Fading Light Anthology. It’s a short excerpt, but I don’t want to give away too much of the story. I’ll probably post the story in full some time in the not too distant future.
My breaths come fast and shallow, my sense of direction disoriented by the sudden lack of light. My hands fumble along the barrel of the shotgun as I reach for the torch attachment, fingertips trembling as I depress the switch. Looking up for the first time, I can see a number of beams emerging from the darkness, scanning the walls for any sign of breach.
“Over there,” I yell with a shrill voice, waking the crowd from their stunned silence. Shouts turn to screams and people cry out for help, fear of the darkness fuelling their need to possess the precious torchlight.
The creatures are scaling the wall now, panting and growling as they close in on their prey. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as multiple thumps strike the ground from all directions. They are surrounding us.
“They’re coming,” I call out, desperation creeping into my voice. “Run!”
I turn towards the power station and try to sprint, but the searing pain at my side is too much. Glimpses of a shadowy form dodge in and out of my torchlight, coming straight at me. It strikes me just above my pelvis, lifting me off the ground and slamming me onto my back. Its weight drops onto the shotgun and crushes the remaining wind from my chest. My ribs scream in agony.
An acidic spray burns my skin and furious talons catch on the shotgun as they try to tear me open. I can feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, telling me to fight back, telling me to survive. I kick upwards with all my strength. My boot meets solid flesh, flinging the monstrous body through the air and freeing my arms from its deadly embrace. In a motion more fluid than I thought possible, I draw the shotgun into my shoulder and level it at the roaring beast. Finger on the trigger, I squeeze.
The blast is deafening, and the shadowy being is no more. My body aches as I force myself to stand, my ringing ears drowning out the sound of people being massacred around me. I have to find Gray.
A crumpled form lies in front of me, bloody entrails and a God awful stench leaking from what might have been its stomach. The whole scene is repulsive, and yet I am intoxicated by the thought of doing this to someone else. I lick my lips. What would Dan’s entrails smell like?
“Come on, Ted, hurry up.”
Gray. I whip around and shine torchlight at the sound of his voice. He has a pistol in one hand and the gas can in the other. His bloodstained body seems to glisten. He has never looked sexier.