Black Tide
Del Stone Jr.
Language: English
Pages: 76
ISBN: 2:00171360
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Miller, a university professor, and two of his students take a trip out to a spoil island in the middle of Santa Rosa Sound in the Florida Keys to study the effects of pollution on the flora and fauna. While they are there, a tide of black microbes is released into the river, and floods down and around them. They escape by burying themselves in the sand, but when they emerge, it is to a world which is strangely silent and changed. Before long, burning figures are glimpsed along the distant banks, dragging themselves into the water. Then the attacks start. With daylight their only weapon, Miller realises that time is running out as an army of the living dead, intent on feasting on their flesh, is gathering in the surrounding waters. A classic tale of horror in the great tradition of Night of the Living Dead.
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anything. Heather had fished out one of the military meal packets for Scotty, who had picked at the chicken tetrazini. But neither Heather nor I would eat any of it. I knew I wouldn’t have been able to keep it down, and from Heather’s grimace it didn’t seem food was anything she cared about at the moment either. We all sat together, in front of the tents, in the dark. I’d swept a flashlight beam over the water for a few minutes after hearing strange sounds, a kind of stealthy sloshing, but
surface. The light caught them for only a moment before they jerked back below the surface. But it was enough to make your flesh want to crawl off the bone. More times than I can count I had been driving back from some field study like this, tired and sunburned and ready for a shower and something more civilised than military meal packets to eat, and had spotted animals crossing the road at night, opossums, raccoons, deer, and other wild creatures. They would stop and stare into the headlights,
channel catfish are dying … and you’d need a hydrogen bomb to wipe out channel cats.’ He paused a moment, maybe for dramatic effect, or maybe to wonder if he should say anything at all. But finally he added, ‘I hear there’s something worse moving out of the bay.’ I asked him what he meant. He leaned over and I could barely hear his voice over the motor’s throb and the water gurgling against the hull. ‘Some of the old fish heads up in Val-p and Niceville, along the northern edge of the
The sky darkened and the wind ratcheted up another notch. I sneaked a furtive glance at the north shore and saw our clear spot beginning to slide by to the right. I had forgotten about the damn current drawing toward the new pass in Navarre. But I didn’t think it would be a problem – if we entered the shallows west of where we wanted to go ashore we could simply walk back. ‘The channel is about a hundred yards wide – that’s about a football field in length. We paddle across that and we’re
beneath my chest and I viciously jabbed my fingers into its eyes. They gave way with a sickening mushiness and the thing thrashed violently as it was swept in our wake. The foul sound water sloshed into my mouth and the rain pounded at me. I felt my legs beginning to weaken. A cold hand encircled my ankle and I kicked. Other hands clutched at my arms, or pulled at my briefs. I felt an instant of stark terror as something brushed at my privates, and I screamed to Heather to help me. She
