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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
DEDICATION For all those who said I could, and for those who said I couldn't.
BAD BLOOD Battle of the Undead, 1 Nicky Peacock Copyright © 2014 Chapter One I repositioned myself so I could see down the edge of the building and into the dark alley below. The whole scenario was so cliché it made my butt pucker, but hey, that was my life—one giant, shadowy cliché. Below, a damsel, clearly in distress, wearing a belt masquerading as a skirt, was being stalked by a newborn creature of the night. I could tell he was barely three months made. He wobbled around like a drunken uncle at a wedding. With his new heightened speed and strength, he’d gone from infant to superhero in one short, bloody step. It was a long time ago now, but I remembered what it was like—opening doors and pulling them off their hinges, throwing down innocent objects and embedding them ten inches into stone floors.
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