Husk

Frank shakily pushed the airbag out of his face. Dear God, what have I done?

He looked out his broken window, searching for the teen, and—

“Fraaaank!”

—locked eyes with the driver of the other vehicle.

Tremors of terror rippled through his body, his gaze locked on the grinning horror staring back at him.

The shredded skin. The protruding bones.

The collision had been fierce, but certainly not bad enough to produce the extent of damage he saw on the thing in the other car. Then he heard the guttural utterance of his name, saw the light beaming from the eye sockets of the driver’s near-skeletonized head.

This was no hallucination.

This was it; the thing he’d stared down five years ago in Kane’s basement, the malevolent entity that had been inside the madman’s body. But now, facing the beast for the second time, Frank’s remaining courage faltered. He shook his head at the thought of confronting the progenitor of five years’ worth of nightmares.

Half the skin around the creature’s mouth hung in torn strips, and it clacked its bare teeth in the parody of a smile. It opened the door to get out.

Shaking, feeling his muscles stiffen with fear, Frank panicked and slammed his foot down on the gas pedal. Tires howled on the pavement, and white smoke billowed up from the ground. But the two vehicles had locked together in the crash, held by bonds of reshaped metal. The Blazer wouldn’t budge.

He was trapped.

???

“Freeze,” Melissa bellowed.

She jumped out of her seat and pulled her gun, aiming it over the Blazer’s windshield.

She’d seen the sedan’s single occupant step out of the car, and she wasn’t about to let the man flee the scene.

Weapon held forward, she started around the Blazer’s passenger door to the front of the vehicles. Frank remained in his seat. She didn’t think he’d been injured, but when she called to him, he didn’t reply. He just stared through his window at the other car, his complexion the color of wax paper—

Frank tromped on the gas and tried to pull forward.

Melissa gasped. The Blazer lurched at her like an enraged animal, stopped short by its contact with the other car. She leapt backward, off the road. What the hell’s he doing, didn’t he see me get out?

She opened her mouth to scream at him when a gunshot shook the night. The Blazer’s windshield imploded, spraying glass across her left side.

“Shit!”

The acrid stench of burning rubber fanned out in all directions as she ducked down behind the right fender. She fired four blind shots over the hood, but the silhouetted gunman started around the two cars undeterred. Not giving her attacker a chance to gain ground on her, Melissa backed around Frank’s Blazer, keeping the vehicle between them. She dropped to a knee near the rear bumper and fired again when the man came into view.

She squeezed off four shots with perfect precision, planting the bullets in the attacker’s gun arm and shoulder. Despite the damage, the gunman didn’t drop his weapon or cry out in pain. He didn’t even slow his stride.

Then he emerged from the fog of tire smoke, and she saw his mangled face.

This can’t be happening.

He strode forward, shotgun pumped and ready. She fired her last six shots with lethal accuracy, pulling the trigger even as the gunman sighted her over the shotgun’s barrel. She planted four rounds in his chest and two in his head. The last two bullets exploded through the man’s teeth and opened a dark hole in his forehead. Both projectiles hit at point-blank range and thundered through his brain with enough force to hollow out his skull.

The gunman staggered back a few steps, then regained his balance.

Melissa’s mouth hung open. Impossible!

Her hands shook as she ejected the pistol’s spent clip. In the vehicles’ headlights she saw that the back of the man’s head had been split in two by her last shots. Double doors of bone swung back and forth on skin hinges.

She pushed off the ground, drawing one of her spare clips as the walking monstrosity once again raised its weapon. Her trembling hands worked faster, desperate to load her pistol, but the clip hit the gun’s handle and fell to the ground.

Melissa looked up.

Lightning flickered across the sky, but the roar of a shotgun replaced the ensuing blast of thunder.

Melissa jerked at the sound. The gunman’s firing arm blew apart at the wrist, and the weapon flew from his grasp as if snatched away by an invisible thief.

She flinched when another shot boomed, coming through the passenger-side window of Frank’s Blazer.

Frank!

The gunman lurched to the side, cloth and flesh spraying from his back.

Frank kicked the door open. “Shoot it!” he hollered.

He fired low and partially severed the gunman’s right leg at the knee, following up with another blast to the man’s torso. Muscle and bone exploded from an exit wound the diameter of a softball. Amazingly, the attacker got back on his feet! His splintered leg snapped back together with a horrible crunch.

The bullet-riddle assailant swung toward Frank and bellowed an inhuman roar.

Melissa could only stand and stare in shock. The monster’s eyes flared white, and the Blazer exploded off its tires as if hit by a bomb. It rolled across the road, crashing up and over the Lexus. Glass and steel and shattered plastic sailed into the air with each bone-jarring rotation. The crumpled remains finally slammed down on its wheels thirty feet away, half buried in the trees along the roadside.

Her mind raced. She knew Frank was still inside the vehicle, that he probably needed her help, but before she could run after him, she noticed something else.

From the corner of her eye, Melissa saw the gunman stumble.

Even as the SUV came to a standstill, the man sagged and slumped toward the dirt, his limbs flexing as if boneless. Half his skull fell apart in a shower of gory fragments, and fluid streamed from the countless wounds on his body. The sight went beyond any crime scene horror she’d ever beheld, and the pure ghastliness of it almost got the better of her when the man’s torso flopped open and his organs splattered on the asphalt.

He’s falling apart… literally falling apart!

She swayed, but fought the urge to flee.

Though she still couldn’t believe what was happening, she knew she needed to act now, while the fire in the gunman’s eyes was dimmed to mere sparks.

She looked down.

The ammunition clip still lay at her feet. She snatched it up and slapped it into her pistol.

Bullets blazed in quick order. Chest. Hip. Legs. Feet. She shot at any part of the gunman that hadn’t already collapsed to shreds.

She fired the gun empty, ejected the clip, and reached for her final spare when the pistol flew out of her grasp.

It shot across the space between her and the gunman’s remains, smacking into its hole-speckled hand. The man had fallen to his knees but still moved with the agility of an athlete.

And he was already rebuilding itself.

Melissa gasped.

She wanted to deny it, wanted to pretend she wasn’t seeing the strips of skin and muscle defy gravity and reattach themselves to shattered bones. But they did, and in the space of only seconds the bullet-riddled attacker stood upright, glaring hellfire from its eyes.

Melissa shivered, aware she had nowhere to run. Not that she could even move. She stood transfixed in awe as she watched the attacker’s midsection change. With the noise of churning minced meat the tissue of the thing’s open abdomen rearranged itself, constructing a cavernous mouth. Broken bones sprouted from the inside like teeth.