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Blood Routes: Chapter 13 (part1)
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Wednesday, March 4, 2009. Evan and Max left the hallway in a scramble, Max retreating backwards and aiming his gun down the hallway in the event that any of the creatures decided to follow them. While Max had closed the door, there was a gaping hole along its base where he had shot the lock. Apparently, the monsters preferred the darkness because not a single one of them came through the doorway in search of them. 8220;Did you kill most of them? 8221; Evan asked. 8220;What about the bus? Max looked at Ev...
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Blood Routes: Chapter 14 (part 1)
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Tuesday, April 21, 2009. Chapter 14 (part 1). 8220;Eventually, you may need to go to a hospital,” Max said. “But for right now, I don’t think we have much time. We really need to figure out where that bus is and where it’s headed. And if we’re going to go visit with Sam beforehand, we really don’t have much time.”. Gulping down three Advil tablets that Max had given him, Evan nodded hesitantly. 8220;Here it is,” Max said, pointing. 8220;This is where my family lived. Three years ago this bus comes th...
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Blood Routes: February 2009
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Tuesday, February 17, 2009. Chapter 12 (part 2). He saw the texture of the stairs and his shoes. There was blood on his shoes as well as some other residue, a slimy substance that looked like snot. He wondered if it was the product of whatever had touched his shoe while he had sat on the cellar floor. The cellar now seemed to be filled with the clucking noises. They were defiantly communicating with one another and they were getting closer. Maybe even the police? Please, someone, help me! Still, no matte...
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Blood Routes: Chapter 13 (part 2)
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Monday, March 23, 2009. Chapter 13 (part 2). Evan looked at the book, at the pages that Max was studying. All along the portion of Utah Max seemed interested in, several of those red X marks had been drawn. Max looked to the floor and Evan realized that the man was on the verge of either breaking into a fit of rage or succumbing to tears. Not wanting to witness either one, Evan grabbed him lightly by the shoulder. 8220;Let’s get out of here, okay? 8220;Come on,” he said, not bothering to look back. 8220;...
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Blood Routes: September 2009
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Friday, September 11, 2009. Chapter 15 (part 2). 8220;I already told this asshole everything I know about it,” Sam said, pointing a finger at Evan. 8220;If you’re a policeman, I think you know who I work for. We’ve always heard about it, but never knew what they were up to. So we assumed it was a clever way for someone else—people like this little shit and the men he works for—to sneak drugs through the desert. And that’s competition.”. 8220;So why elect Evan to be your spy? Sam seemed reluctant to talk.
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Blood Routes: October 2008
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Tuesday, October 21, 2008. Chapter 9 (part 1). Max Young was lying on the desert floor with a pair of night-vision binoculars cupped in his hands. He held the binoculars to his face and lifted his upper body slightly by digging his elbows into the dirt. He gazed into the lenses and let his eyes become adjusted to the bright lime green images the night-vision showed him. It was at this point that Max had always lost them. But tonight was different. First of all, he had purchased the night-vision b...In th...
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Blood Routes: January 2009
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Thursday, January 22, 2009. Chapter 11 (part 2). Max left the window and then checked around both sides of the shack. The three other shacks that sat behind the first one were just as featureless, the windows boarded over and looking as if the slightest wind might knock them over. He trailed around the left side of the first shack, looking for another window. Inside, he heard another scream of pain. It sounded like it belonged to the same voice that had issued the first scream. It turned freely and with ...
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Blood Routes: June 2009
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Friday, June 19, 2009. Chapter 15 (part 1). A hesitant dawn was creeping up on them as Max drove into Shinoe. They took Max’s truck, hiding the van behind Max’s house just in case the group had sent members out to look for them. They drove into town slightly ahead of the lazy rush of morning traffic. When the hotel came into view, Evan felt a growing heat in his chest. He could taste the revenge on the back of his tongue and was a bit afraid that he enjoyed it. 8221; Max said. 8220;Now,” Max said. I̵...
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Blood Routes: December 2008
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Tuesday, December 23, 2008. Chapter 10 (part 2). Evan breathed heavily and fought off a sickening few moments when he was afraid that he might actually start crying in front of this trio. When that moment came and went without the shedding of a single tear, Evan looked Lott squarely in the eye and did his best to explain his situation. 8220;If you’re buying drugs from around here,” Lott said, “you must be mixed up with the cocaine pushers, yes? 8220;Continue,” Lott said, paying closer attention now.
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Rets · L. Is an arrogant and pious priest who is only concerned for his well being and his rise to power. As the Plague. Story continues he grows into a flawed hero. Below is an image of the Piet towards the beginning of the book, before he finds his courage. An earlier version of the Piet was drawn for the web version of Plague. This version of the Piet, like the final edited version of the story, is greatly improved. LAST ILLUSTRATION FOR 2008. And one from Mr. Tom Moran. I might get another one or two...
