The Hunt Chronicles (Book 2): Revelation - Plot & Excerpts
“What is it?” I asked, knowing full well what Boomer’s signal meant. I put my hand on the canine’s neck in an attempt to calm him down. I didn’t want him to bark and alert the new arrival of our presence. “On the side of the home next door to that guy’s house,” Karina whispered as she moved from the view of the window. I pushed Boomer back next to her, and slowly peeked around the edge of the window. My heart started racing before I even confirmed what I knew the canine had alerted me to. It was a scab. He was about six feet tall with a beard that had to be two or three weeks old. Chunks of hair were missing from his face and head where he had self-inflicted wounds, both old and new. The hair on the head was especially disturbing. I could tell he had ripped it out himself, pulling chunks of his scalp along with it. His skin was an ashy grey, with an ominous, purplish hue. Dried, brown blood was splattered across his bare chest and arms. His pants were shredded to almost nothing. In his hand he carried a long, black metal rod. Whatever it use to be, it was now wielded as a weapon.
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