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.
Caked in bloody coal dust, Serge rose to his feet and staggered forward. “My brother’s down there!” Ignoring him, the driver of the Caterpillar unhooked the chain and chugged off the way he’d come. “Dammit!” The earth shook beneath him. Serge steadied himself on one knee while plumes of smoke belched out of mine #1. … Read more Hell’s Womb: p.4
A cool breeze whipped across his face. Lunging instinctively toward it, Serge burst through the heavy dampsheet as orange flames lapped greedily at its base. Bathed in the fresher air of the maingate, Serge’s lungs pumped out the toxic wash of gases with several desperate breaths. The fire would consume the curtain in less than … Read more Hell’s Womb: p.3
The sour taste thick on his tongue spoke to his subconscious mind, which in turn chiseled the message methodically into his consciousness. After damp. Thus, Serge Marcon’s mind knew what had just happened deep within the belly of mine #4 seconds before his body awoke to the sensation of being buried alive. Eyelids twitching under … Read more Hell’s Womb: p.2