Amid the Clouds
It should have been a simple supply run: take the med kits and don’t get eaten by the monsters. Now I’m the one being taken, and the winged hunk plans to eat me. Out.
Having survived three apocalypses – as if one weren’t enough! – I knew how to stay alive in a world overrun by nightmarish monsters. Going on a supply run to my infested workplace should have been simple: go in, bag the meds, get out as fast as a cat from a bathtub.
Little did I know that what awaited me in that creepy building would be more than a gun-wielding scientist could handle. As in, an overbearing hunk sporting blue skin, bat wings, and a naughty tail, who would fly me off to an unknown destination despite my opinion on the matter. The jerk thought a toe-curling kiss would make it all better. The nerve.
Now I’m in a place beyond my wildest imagination, and going back to my community of survivors might prove more difficult than expected. Especially when I’m being seduced into staying.
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