A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.
SOLD TO LYRICAL PRESS THIS SPRING! WILL COME OUT IN SEPTEMBER 2013!!
Steeling herself, she climbed up on the fruit box in front of the dumpster and looked inside. The odor rising from the mélange of trash, rotted meat and spoiled dairy products sickened her, too, but not as much as the two women’s bodies on top. Or at least what used to be women.
Holding one hand over her mouth and nose, Kylie shone her flashlight on the pile. The bodies were similar to the six others that had turned up in the last few months, in different areas of Muraco. Each of the dead women was naked, left without any identifying paperwork, horribly mutated, their flesh and organs in various states of transformation into some sort of green, scaly reptile. Others she had seen had lost arms or legs to the change, their bones elongated, their hands narrow with nails turned into hard claws. This was the first time they’d found one with her face changed.
Blank yellow eyes stared from a rough-skinned visage, her nose and mouth distorted into a pointy chunk of mottled green hide. Fangs protruded from under the desiccated lips.
Yeah, this one was bad.
Kylie stepped off the box, never so glad that she’d skipped lunch for a nooner with her boss.