Born Hard Again: Book Three Of The Future Remembered Chronicles - Plot & Excerpts
I couldn't move. My senses felt muted, like I was floating in one of those fluid-filled surgipods. Where was I? Had I somehow made it to safety? Could I possibly be recovering in some modern facility, surrounded by generously-chested nursing staff? A sheet of frigid wind sliced through my warm consciousness and I felt the need to cry out in shocked pain urgently rise in my lungs. It was never let loose though and died there, prematurely. I became aware of the sensation of light to my right and focused all of my bleary energy on forcing my eyelid open by mere millimeters. The horrific sight of Koochy's frozen cadaver greeted me; his maw, still gaping in concert with the now-snow-and-gore-filled chasm in his chest. "Blue," I managed a cogent linguistic thought. "You... cunt." Failing to move any part of my body other than my crusty eyelid, I desperately scanned what little of my surroundings were visible to me. I could not see TK, Sienna, Blue's corpse, Alphonso, Shitbarf, Putin or anything other than Koochy's stomach-wrenching and contorted visage, which was somehow only inches from my eye. I wracked my feeble brain. What happened to us? How long have I been out? Why am I not dead yet?
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