I Explode Things.
Chemistry happens, in more ways than one, when trapped four hundred feet below the surface of the earth with an unthinkable evil clawing to escape. Hell’s Womb, the birth of a plague. The death of a brother.
“Beautiful.” Serge put his weight into it, and the two of them heaved the machine a few inches. “Nothing down here is stable. Why start now?” They strained again, shifting the sled another inch, until suddenly Gayle slipped. With nothing but his hearing to guide him, Serge stabbed at the blackness. Brushing her mask off … Read more Hell’s Womb: p.10
“Sorry, what was your name?” Gayle released his hand and bent over to rummage in an opened locker. “Uh, Serge.” He bumped into her slender backside. “What was that thing?” The contact irritated her, but not as she would have expected. Oddly it activated a yearning in her. She checked to ensure that the logbook … Read more Hell’s Womb: p.9
His head bounced off of his own helmet, crushing the carbide light. The claw marks on the left side of his face burned worse than fire, his eye socket a smoldering coal buried in his skull. But his fighting instincts overcame the pain. The darkness above him swelled, giving away the presence of his attacker. … Read more Hell’s Womb: p.8