Fangs of Fury
He tries to scream, the terror stuck in his throatโฆthe darkness all around himโฆthe stench, he can smell the creature from hell, the low growl from its throatโฆflailing around him with his fistsโฆcanโt see, the darkness wrapped around him like a blanketโฆmust defend myself, oh my God the fangs.
Africa, a land of myth, witchcraft, magic and corruption. A land where death waits in the shadows. A land where the hybrid now walks unafraid with a blood lust and a hatred for man โฆcreated to kill.
Man playing at being God, working with genetic creation, determined to create the perfect Human beingโฆin isolation nothing can disturb the creationโฆnothing can go wrong but if you are in Darkest Africa, no one can hear you scream as you die by the hand of a creature not created by God, but by the sick mind of manโฆa creature from hell.
Two creatures now walk the African bushโฆone, a gentle soul breed from the womb of a chimpanzeeโฆthe otherโฆa killer, a cross gorilla/mandrill baboon.
The hunt is on to bring an end to the madness, to the fear that stalks through the undergrowth, that is spreading its wings over Africa, to put an end to the killers rampage, to capture the gentle Hybridโฆto sell her body to the highest bidder.
One man driven by greedโฆthe other by compassion.
Paul Zunckel ยท Horror