Heaven in Hell: Episode Two: A Post-Apocalyptic Paranormal Romance Series (The second episode in the Heaven in Hell Series)
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“Aren’t they the good guys?” I whispered.
Dominic held his finger to my lips and shook his head.
The man in the driver’s seat stood and shouted something at the other men. Unlike the others, he was dressed in black with some kind of weird-looking belt around his waist.
Strange.
I caught a glimpse of his face and sucked in a sharp breath. His face was painted white and thick black circles had been drawn around his eyes. His nose was stained black to give the impression of a gaping hole. Even at this distance, I could make out the teeth that had been painstakingly drawn across his mouth to the edge of his jaw. I squinted and realized that the men canvasing the building also wore face paint. Their faces didn’t come close to rivaling the artistry and detail of the driver, who I dubbed Skull Face.
“Calaveras,” Dominic said under his breath.
My hands shook as I braced myself against the Dumpster. Even before the Z-virus hit, I’d had run-ins with the Calaveras. Javier, the leader of the lethal gang, had taken a special interest in my dancing at the strip club and even sent his men to collect me the day the world went to hell. I made a fist remembering how his men had threatened us and killed my surrogate uncle. In return, Eden and I had ended their lives.
No doubt, Javier won’t think too kindly of me now.
“We have to go,” Dominic said, his voice low.
He didn’t look like he wanted to go. He’d pulled out one of his knives and his fingers rubbed the hilt with enough friction to light a fire. “I think this might’ve been the same group that ambushed Jen and Hunter on their way through the South Valley.”
His dark eyes scanned each of the men’s faces as though he was looking for someone specific. He focused in on Skull Face and, more specifically, the decorations hanging from his belt.
With a sickening feeling, I realized the decorations fluttering in the breeze were hair. Long ponytails of every color of hair were tied to his belt. One of those ponytails was even close to the same dark brown color as my own.
The veins in Dominic’s trembling arms popped out as if he was fighting the urge to launch himself at Skull Face. He took a deep breath, and slid back behind the Dumpster. “The sound of their jeep will bring the infected. Let’s go.” He reached over, grabbed my hand, and pulled me up.
The sudden movement was too much for my leg. As it crumpled underneath me, I grabbed the crates to try to steady myself. The tower wobbled and teetered forward.
No. No. No.
My eyes closed tightly as I willed the wooden boxes to stay put. The sound of them slamming into the ground was like a cannon going off.
Cringing, I opened my eyes to find Skull Face staring directly at me.
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