Dark Fantasy/Retro Thrillers
Sean Cummings
8-TRACK TAPES.
CUSTOMIZED VANS.
DRUGS.
DISCO.
DOUBLE CROSS.
Neil Collins has a dangerous past that just caught up to him. An ex-specialist, Collins did a lot of bad things for a lot of years for a lot of money. Disavowing that life, he hides in plain sight in a small mining town in the middle of the Canadian Shield. It is spring 1976. America is in its bicentennial year. Custom vans with airbrushed murals prowl the streets to the sounds of cool music on 8-track tape.
Someone is frantically banging at Collins’ front door first thing in the morning and that simply doesn’t happen when your former life consists of having done very bad things for people who want plausible deniability, like governments running tricks on each other. Only the person standing in front of Neil is the brother he hasn’t seen in years, and he’s got his family in tow. Sporting a fresh shiner, he’s pale and panicking because killers are coming, and they need to leave now.
Money laundering. Illegal narcotics. Outlaw bikers and Russian assassins. Throw in a side order of double cross and it’s just an average day for a former trigger man running from his past
Got Werewolf?
Imagine what might happen if a supernatural killing machine walked the earth. What if raw, bestial howling filled the air beneath the light of a full moon? Now imagine being stalked by a creature that resembles a wolf but is as large as a full-grown brown bear. A creature with a face and fangs out of your worst nightmare. A beast that only knows hunting and killing in the most savage manner possible. City, town, or village, rural or in the north, a monster is hungry, and you might be on the menu.
It's a Canada where such terrifying creatures exist. Where there is no place to hide once the werewolf catches your scent. Run for your life.
Zombie Apocalypse
