Fangs of Fury
He tries to scream, the terror stuck in his throat鈥he darkness all around him鈥he stench, he can smell the creature from hell, the low growl from its throat鈥lailing around him with his fists鈥an鈥檛 see, the darkness wrapped around him like a blanket鈥ust 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 鈥reated to kill.
Man playing at being God, working with genetic creation, determined to create the perfect Human being鈥n isolation nothing can disturb the creation鈥othing 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 man鈥 creature from hell.
Two creatures now walk the African bush鈥ne, a gentle soul breed from the womb of a chimpanzee鈥he other鈥 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 Hybrid鈥o sell her body to the highest bidder.
One man driven by greed鈥he other by compassion.
Paul Zunckel 路 Horror
