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Authors: William D. Carl
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hoped the tour guide would say something she didn’t already know.
They were visiting from Michigan, having a wild New York weekend. At least that’s what they had planned would happen. The musical they’d hoped to catch was sold out. The hotel was cramped and more than a little sordid. Ground Zero was still just a big construction site in the middle of Manhattan. Surely, the lights of Times Square would be more exciting.
The light turned green and the bus started again. She heard loud shouts from the bottom deck of the bus. Turning towards Rafe, she asked, “Wonder what’s happening down there?”
People appeared at the entrance to the top deck, running up the little staircase, pushing each other out of the way. One woman fell to the floor and the tourists behind her trampled on her in their rush to get to the top deck.
“Rats!” One of them screamed. “Hundreds of rats!”
Kelly snuggled in close to Rafe as the bus lurched to the left. The driver must have been trying to regain control, but he smashed into the sides of two yellow taxi cabs before swerving to the opposite side of the street, taking out a mailbox. A Chinese man fell over the railing, plummeting to the street below.
As Kelly held onto Rafe, she saw the last of the lower-deck passengers leap onto the upper deck. Although wearing torn jeans, the thing wasn’t human.
Kelly knew what this was. She’d read all about the Lycan Virus, had been perversely fascinated by it. This was one of the beasts, and it flung itself at the nearest victim, the woman who’d fallen at the top of the stairs. It sank its teeth into her throat, shaking her, then it sprang to the first row of seats, clawing at the fallen Chinese man’s wife.
In seconds, the woman whose throat the beast had ravaged was changing into a monster, too. The wound seemed to heal itself as brown fur grew over her entire body. Bones snapped, rearranged themselves.
People at the back of the bus were jumping onto the street to escape from the monsters that were attacking everyone at the front of the vehicle. It lurched to the left, and several more passengers spilled over the railing to the pavement below. Kelly heard them land with a sickening crunching sound.
The beast moved on to another victim, and the Chinese lady began to change. The woman with the wounded neck had finished her metamorphosis and leapt over a seat to land on an elderly couple, her claws tearing and shredding flesh.
Kelly realized there were only two more seats left before the monsters reached her. Rafe seemed to be in shock, paralyzed with terror, so she grabbed his arm and started pulling him toward the aisle.
As the first of the two-foot-long rats scrambled to the second level, the bus swerved hard to the right, and the vehicle hurtled onto the sidewalk. Kelly was thrown to the floor as the bus plowed into the glass front of the New York Times Building, lodging itself under the news ticker, the wave of headlines turning into a shower of sparks over her head. Rafe, who had been standing, was neatly cut in half, his bottom segment flopping down in front of where Kelly had landed in the aisle.
The news ticker billboard groaned, then, amidst a shower of blue sparks, it tilted forward, falling on top of the double-decker bus. Kelly screamed as glass shards fell around her. The structure settled on top of the bus with a loud thud, and the vehicle came to a jolting stop.
Raising her head, Kelly saw that the news ticker was resting where it had dropped, on top of the seats of the open-air part of the bus, like a new roof only a few feet from the floor where she had fallen next to Rafe’s dismembered legs. She gave a little sob when she saw her boyfriend’s lower half, bleeding and oozing.
Streams of sunlight peeked through holes in the collapsed news ticker. Here and there, blue sparks still sizzled and popped, briefly illuminating the gloom like a mistimed strobe light. Kelly could see battered and torn bodies all around
They were visiting from Michigan, having a wild New York weekend. At least that’s what they had planned would happen. The musical they’d hoped to catch was sold out. The hotel was cramped and more than a little sordid. Ground Zero was still just a big construction site in the middle of Manhattan. Surely, the lights of Times Square would be more exciting.
The light turned green and the bus started again. She heard loud shouts from the bottom deck of the bus. Turning towards Rafe, she asked, “Wonder what’s happening down there?”
People appeared at the entrance to the top deck, running up the little staircase, pushing each other out of the way. One woman fell to the floor and the tourists behind her trampled on her in their rush to get to the top deck.
“Rats!” One of them screamed. “Hundreds of rats!”
Kelly snuggled in close to Rafe as the bus lurched to the left. The driver must have been trying to regain control, but he smashed into the sides of two yellow taxi cabs before swerving to the opposite side of the street, taking out a mailbox. A Chinese man fell over the railing, plummeting to the street below.
As Kelly held onto Rafe, she saw the last of the lower-deck passengers leap onto the upper deck. Although wearing torn jeans, the thing wasn’t human.
Kelly knew what this was. She’d read all about the Lycan Virus, had been perversely fascinated by it. This was one of the beasts, and it flung itself at the nearest victim, the woman who’d fallen at the top of the stairs. It sank its teeth into her throat, shaking her, then it sprang to the first row of seats, clawing at the fallen Chinese man’s wife.
In seconds, the woman whose throat the beast had ravaged was changing into a monster, too. The wound seemed to heal itself as brown fur grew over her entire body. Bones snapped, rearranged themselves.
People at the back of the bus were jumping onto the street to escape from the monsters that were attacking everyone at the front of the vehicle. It lurched to the left, and several more passengers spilled over the railing to the pavement below. Kelly heard them land with a sickening crunching sound.
The beast moved on to another victim, and the Chinese lady began to change. The woman with the wounded neck had finished her metamorphosis and leapt over a seat to land on an elderly couple, her claws tearing and shredding flesh.
Kelly realized there were only two more seats left before the monsters reached her. Rafe seemed to be in shock, paralyzed with terror, so she grabbed his arm and started pulling him toward the aisle.
As the first of the two-foot-long rats scrambled to the second level, the bus swerved hard to the right, and the vehicle hurtled onto the sidewalk. Kelly was thrown to the floor as the bus plowed into the glass front of the New York Times Building, lodging itself under the news ticker, the wave of headlines turning into a shower of sparks over her head. Rafe, who had been standing, was neatly cut in half, his bottom segment flopping down in front of where Kelly had landed in the aisle.
The news ticker billboard groaned, then, amidst a shower of blue sparks, it tilted forward, falling on top of the double-decker bus. Kelly screamed as glass shards fell around her. The structure settled on top of the bus with a loud thud, and the vehicle came to a jolting stop.
Raising her head, Kelly saw that the news ticker was resting where it had dropped, on top of the seats of the open-air part of the bus, like a new roof only a few feet from the floor where she had fallen next to Rafe’s dismembered legs. She gave a little sob when she saw her boyfriend’s lower half, bleeding and oozing.
Streams of sunlight peeked through holes in the collapsed news ticker. Here and there, blue sparks still sizzled and popped, briefly illuminating the gloom like a mistimed strobe light. Kelly could see battered and torn bodies all around
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