Author: Adam

Day of Dread, Part Twelve

Continued from Part Eleven A hand slapped Snyder across the chops. “Kid, wake up.” Snyder opened his eyes. In the back of a red conversion van, Blackjack McGraw sat over him despite being declared dead a decade ago at least. “Blackjack, what are you doing here? More to the point, what am I doing here?”…

Day of Dread, Part Eleven

Continued from Part Ten Snyder sat in his cell. His beaten back felt raw even with healing balm applied so Hewitt would have a fresh skin to stripe next time. The cell block door slid up and admitted a female guard. I’ve not seen her before. But wait, I have. Mama Borden stopped in front…