Chap. 21—White Horse (Seven Seals Redux, #1)

White Horse (Seven Seals Redux, #1)
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TWENTY-ONE

Sarah ran to the railing of the observatory’s overlook and glanced toward the main entrance. “Those spider things are trying to break in and the kids are downstairs,” she shouted as she began running down the stairway. She stopped abruptly halfway down the spiral steps when the front door glass broke, shattering fragments across the lobby floor. Continue reading “Chap. 21—White Horse (Seven Seals Redux, #1)”

Chap. 19—White Horse (Seven Seals Redux, #1)

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NINETEEN

Several dull gray metallic objects with eight spiderlike spindly legs floated around the outside of the observatory. Sarah jumped with fright as the sound of one of them landed on the dome and moved around the top of the structure with a tinny pitter-patter. She looked around the ceiling of the curved vault for any possible entry points. Everything appeared to be watertight. Continue reading “Chap. 19—White Horse (Seven Seals Redux, #1)”

Chap. 14—White Horse (Seven Seals Redux, #1)

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FOURTEEN

The car’s slowing momentum and shift in direction jolted Sarah awake from her short catnap. She opened her eyes and sat up; they were following the professor’s van onto an exit ramp. Just ahead, a CITGO gas station and a McDonald’s restaurant shared the same building. Driving through the stop sign and into the gas station’s lot, they passed an eighteen-wheeler that appeared to have been pulling out of the station and on the road when the driver decided to abandon his rig. The cab door was open, and the diesel motor was still running, gray smoke puffed out of the exhaust stack. Jack drove past it and pulled up to a pump that did not have a car beside it and sat there. The professor did the same. Continue reading “Chap. 14—White Horse (Seven Seals Redux, #1)”

Chap. 13—White Horse (Seven Seals Redux, #1)

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THIRTEEN

It was not until Jack steered the old gray sedan onto the highway, with its wide shoulders and open spaces, that anyone in the vehicle felt like they could relax. There were no zombies stepping out from behind buildings or around parked cars; they would see them coming if they were there. If it were not for the pale salmon colored dust of particles that the professor’s van was kicking up in front of them, at times like a blizzard whiteout, most everyone in the car would be sleeping. Continue reading “Chap. 13—White Horse (Seven Seals Redux, #1)”