Author: Adam

Day of Dread, Part Twenty-Five

Continued from Part Twenty-Four Two months later, Snyder sat in bed in his hospital room. Bandages covered his face other than his eyes and mouth. He opened the letter Father Goodwin had sent to him and removed a print out of a newsreader screen. Father Goodwin had written across the top in bold red type,…

Day of Dread, Part Twenty-Four

Continued from Part Twenty-Three Snyder sat in silence beside Blackjack, who drove a rental gray Ford Escape on a highway headed towards Los Angeles. Blackjack sighed. “Okay, I’ll bite. Kid, why did you go to San Diego?” Snyder sighed. “I wanted to get away, and it was the destination of the next metro headed out…

Day of Dread, Part Twenty-Three

Continued from Part Twenty-Two Snyder awoke and grasped his head. It felt like it was about to split in two. Snyder cursed. He sat up and buried his face in his hands. Once the dizziness subsided, he looked up. He was in an old-fashioned doctor’s office. In strolled an auburn-haired man wearing the odd combination…