Chems is the story of a chemically altered soldier and the boy who finds him. It has a touch of gore and a touch of humor and a little bit of heart. One reviewer called it "kickass," and said he hoped it was the beginning of a series.
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Chems
©Ann Swann
I found him in our shed. His silvery-blue skin was mottled with healing burns, and a few strips of charred flesh still hung in tatters from his elbows and forearms. He was curled up like a comma in a pile of old feed sacks. I was raising chickens for my 4-H project, and those old sacks came in handy for cleaning the bottoms of my shoes each morning before school.
The year was 1974 and I was in the eighth grade. I was in a hurry, running late as usual, and I had just opened the hen house to let my flock out for the day when I looked across the packed-earth yard and noticed the toolshed door wasn’t completely closed. I was the one responsible for shutting things up in the evening, so I knew that door was closed and latched the night before.
I tiptoed up and tried to see inside through the crack—had my eye pressed to it just like that Tell-Tale Heart guy we’d read about in English—but I couldn’t see anything except that pile of old sacks.
Then they moved.
My heart stuttered. Just an animal, that’s all. A ‘possum or ‘coon after the scent of feed—I must not have latched it after all. I squared my shoulders and opened the door wide. My eyes took a moment to adjust to the gloom, but right away I could see that the thing wasn’t a ‘possum or a ‘coon—nor even a skunk. In fact, it wasn’t any kind of animal, it was . . . well, it looked like a zombie.
And it was blue.
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Chems ~ a short story (page one)
HorrorThe story of a boy who finds a chemical zombie hiding in the toolshed. The meeting will change his life, forever.
