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Chapter 5

     

     

     

     
                Carrow landed so hard atop a pile of old skeletons that her breath was knocked from her lungs and the porous bones were pulverized beneath her.
                She lay for precious seconds, enduring that panicky feeling of suffocation. Waiting...
                Once her lungs reset, she sucked in a breath, then immediately began coughing. Though the wind gusted, the air was acrid.
                Hauling herself to her feet, she kicked a couple of femurs out of her way and peered around. So this is hell.
                All around the matching circle of boulders lay a wasteland such as she'd never imagined. Above her spanned a brown sky, swirling with dust and fumes. Behind her, a rocky desert stretched to the horizon. Glowing stones that seemed to have cores of lava dotted the land.
                To her right and left, deep chasms crisscrossed the land like scars, wafting plumes of sulfurous smoke. Before her stood what resembled a forest, but the trees were petrified, their color matching that of the scorched bones scattered all over the ground. Nothing green grew here. Everything was just a gradation of brown, dirty white, or ash.
                Miles and miles in the distance, far past the forest, was a single immense mountain with three distinct peaks.
                His mountain. Her destination.
                Unfortunately, every inch of this place sounded inhabited. In the desert, creatures resembling giant centipedes dipped and tunneled, shifting dunes in a perilous instant.
                On either side, the chasms teemed with unseen scrabbling creatures. And even over the wind, she could hear that the forest beyond was crawling with life--not a good thing on a hell plane.
                So how was she supposed to get through the creatures to reach the mountain?
                Although Fegley's words gave her pause-- he'll cut off your head and mount it on a pike --she had no choice but to seek out Slaine. Finding him might take her the entire six days.
                From those nearby gorges, shadowy figures began to crawl up. Ghouls?
                Not them! They were like zombies, mindless walking pathogens bent on increasing their numbers. Contagious through their bites and scratches, the ghouls needed to infect others.
                Surroundings? Sand centipede monsters behind her; creepy, inhabited woods ahead; ghouls flanking her.
                When they began skulking closer, she had no choice but to hasten straight for the murky forest, glancing over her shoulder as she ran.
                While the ghouls were resilient, able to lope along after prey for dozens of miles at the same pace, Carrow's own strength and endurance were better than a human's, but not like a Valkyrie's or a Fury's. So how to lose them ... ?
                Just as the thought arose, they began slowing. In fact, once she'd breached the forest, the ghouls halted. Past the line of trees, she turned back. They were prowling at the very edge, wary. Something within had them spooked.
                But sooner or later, they'd come for her. Deciding that nothing could be worse than the troop of zombies on her heels, she plunged ahead.
                Picking her way over rocks and stone tree trunks, she increased her pace when she could. Her lungs burned, her muscles screaming....
                Right when she'd begun to suspect she'd gained a safe distance, she spied more shapes moving amid the trees. A new threat. Numerous eyes glowed back at her from the shadows, beings surrounding her. They were sentient males--she could perceive their emotions.
                And the predominant one was lust.
                When they closed in, forcing her to stop, she saw there