Today’s devotional is from Chapter 21, “The Battle of Oak Blossom Lane”:
By the prodigious spray it’s apparent the arteries aren’t convulsing shut. Good. I grab Brandon by the back of his shirt and shove him hard into the blazing privacy hedge. There’s a hissing like a fuse as the spurting blood drowns the flames. Stunned, Brandon falls to his knees and shrieks as the heat from the smoldering debris seals his wound with a crackling of seared flesh and steaming blood. The stench is gagging. Goddamn it, I’m so looking forward to living somewhere in post-undead apocalypse America that doesn’t stink like a bag of sour assholes.
I love how this ends in a sorta-kinda prayer. An American™ Prayer! For a better America! One that doesn’t stink like a bag of...you get the picture.
It’s a dream we all share. Kumbaya, bitches!
Related: “Please Don’t Leave Your Dead Children Unattended”
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