Kill for me. A terrifying request, but Gavin will take this request and do his best to complete it. He will suffer. He will reach the edge of his sanity. He will live in pain. But he will do all he can do to protect the people and the town he loves.
US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B086814J42
UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B086814J42
AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B086814J42
CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B086814J42
This story is now available at these locations: books2read.com.
Some of the new locations are Apple, Nook, and Kobo.
+
*About to get gruesome and there is going to be some language.
I don’t write love stories. Just a warning.*
“That might be nice this year. A genuine real Christmas tree,” she replied, thinking of her youth and all the good times she had around them as a child. She slowed her truck to a crawl and turned off the road and onto the one Gavin had made, which was partially covered in white but still visible.
She came to a stop when she reached the small gravel parking lot. She looked over at the trees, highlighted by the lights, looking magical covered in a thin layer of snow. She turned off the truck and climbed out of the cab. She held her coat tight as she made her way over to the fence, eyes scanning the trees and the surrounding area.
“Hello?” She asked. The place was spooky quiet, almost too quiet as the saying goes. “I’d like to buy a tree.” She reached out and caressed one of the branches, feeling its silky pine needles and the coldness of the snow.
Gavin woke up inside the house when he heard Rusty’s voice. He was now smelling of urine and feces and of many days unbathed. He had a scraggly beard, unwashed hair that was starting to fall out, and sores covering various parts of his body. He hadn’t eaten in a day, hunger no longer an issue. He pulled himself up off the floor and made his way over to the peep hole and looked out at the young woman standing near the trees. Another out of towner, which was once again good. He picked up his shotgun and loaded it, not caring anymore if anyone heard the shots or not. In fact, he kind of hoped someone would. That would at least end this nightmare. But he was still a part of it and knew deep down that he would have to see it all the way to the end. So, he gripped the handle and without a pause, yanked the door open. He didn’t have a lot of strength left for running so he hoped the surprise approach would allow him enough time to blast her head off before she bolted for the truck.
Rusty looked up at the door when it opened and was shocked to see a man standing there, because he didn’t look like a man at all. He was a human zombie from head to toe. But just as her mind tried to process this gruesome sight, she saw the gun pointed right at her head. Instincts saved her life as it kicked in and caused her to duck when the shotgun blasted. The bullet blew out the window on the driver’s side of her truck, shattering glass in all directions. She wasted no time and started to make a run for it, but something grabbed her, grabbed her hard. She looked down at her arm and saw that one of the trees had wrapped a branch around her wrist and it wasn’t letting her go. While she struggled with the branch, she moved her eyes up to the house and the man in the doorway, but he wasn’t there.
Where was he?
+
I recently published this novella or short story, depending on how you look at it, and I wanted to promote it. So, my brain got to thinking, and my brain came up with three ways you can enjoy this story (if you want to read it).
- Tune in every Wednesday and read it page by page until it is completed.
- Send me an email: atothewr@gmail.com. In the header put: I would love to review The Lot on Route 6. Then let me know what you use to read ebooks: Kindle or Something Else. I will send it to you and all I ask is for you to give me a fair and honest review.
- If you are able to buy it and do want to support me the links to purchase the story are posted above.
Thanks again for all the support. I promise Poetry and Haiku as much as I can, but I hope you stick with me each Wednesday as I branch off into something a bit different. And if you missed a page look for the story underneath the Hump Day Promotions category. You are now free to move around the blog.
One Writer Ranting 
Yeah, that was a gruesome and good scene!
Thanks. It was.