Truck Black Ii

S. M. Anderson

Description

A fast paced thriller traveling cross-country in trucks. Encompasses different cities and towns in the U.S., real and fictional. The hunters following the hunted only to be hunted by themselves.
It all began in the small town of Hebert, Illinois, then spread across the entire U.S. One man, Blake travelling by truck, was determined to infect the majority of the human race.
A small brand of hunters from Hebert travel to meet with police in Denver. This band consists of a retired F.B.I. agent, businessmen, farmers, law enforcement and two vampires. They fight with bullets and wooden tipped arrows all dipped in holy water.
Blake continues to stay one step ahead of the hunters and evade their every attempt to stop him. He believes he is truly the original Dracula and demonstrates powers a normal human could never perform.
Will Denver be his final resting place? Or will he once again escape and continue his reign of terror?

Sujets

• Vampires
• Thrillers
• Vampiros (1998)
• Suspenso
• Trucking
• Truck driver
• Predation
• Blood
• Drama
• Undead
• Suspense
• Thriller
• Fiction
• Prey
• Vampire
• Dracula

Informations

• Publié par: iUniverse
• Date de parution: 01 septembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 2
• EAN13: 9781663228420
• Langue: English

Extrait

TRUCK BLACK II


The Hunt






S. M. ANDERSON








TRUCK BLACK II
THE HUNT

Copyright © 2022 S. M. Anderson.

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ISBN: 978-1-6632-2843-7 (sc)
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Library of Congress Control Number: 2022913765





iUniverse rev. date: 07/20/2022



CONTENTS
Prologue

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65

Epilogue











DEDICATION
All the truckers past, present and future.
Without you America would stand still.
To our Veterans, especially those from
WWII and Vietnam. Your service is
appreciated and we are honored to
know you.



PROLOGUE
A small town in Illinois, a body found behind the mom-and-pop truck stop. Twenty-four hours later, the body disappears from the coroner’s office. It is as if the body just got up and walked away. Then the woman is seen back at the truck stop and at the coroner’s home. The woman’s brother disappears.
Thus, it starts. Every night the number of disappearances doubles. Sheriff Warren is stymied. Until two truckers arrive at his office door with a totally plausible explanation; at least it seems plausible to them. Krys explains that Ty drove for three years with his partner, Blake, who only drove after dark and never after sunrise. When Blake left him in Kalamazoo, Ty drove back to Illinois to Krys. They cleaned out the truck and found that the bottom bunk was actually a coffin, filled with dirt.
When Warren later proposed this theory to his deputy, Earl, he was amazed to find out that Earl had been thinking the exact same thing. Together they began their search of the town with stakes and holy water in hand. To the Sheriff’s amazement, he soon had three more teams of military Veterans helping to eliminate the problem.
Warren received a call from Kalamazoo. Kee had been Warren’s boss when he worked as a detective in Detroit and then helped with a case in Kalamazoo. He had fallen in love with his new partner, Lisa, but left for home without a word to her. When Warren called Ty, the dates and times coincided with earlier deliveries in Kalamazoo and Blake’s disappearance there.
Warren, along with two volunteers from Hebert, drive to Kalamazoo to join Ty and Krys and the entire police force in hopes of eliminating Blake and his followers, including Lisa’s sister Pat.
The day after Warren arrives back home, he receives a call from Kee. Lisa is missing. Someone had broken into her house, the front picture window was shattered inward, glass all over the floor. They found a body in her hallway, shot. There were footprints in the blood on the floor, more than one set.
It was obvious to Warren that Blake had Lisa. And it was obvious to Earl that the other set of footprints probably belonged to Pat. He explained how she could have been brought back.
So, what did Blake intend to do with Lisa? Why take her? Revenge or need of another driver? Where were they going and how were they going to get there?
It became a sit and wait game and sitting and waiting were not things Warren was used to doing, or very good at.



CHAPTER 1
Warren sat at the kitchen table watching the clock. The call from Kee had come in at 2 a.m. It was now 7 a.m. He had gotten up immediately after the call and dressed in his uniform, then made a pot of coffee. After throwing most of the coffee down the drain when it got cold, he made another pot. He sat staring at his second cup from that pot, now cold.
Warren knew it had to be Blake who took Lisa. He knew why he was being so vengeful. What he didn’t know was what Blake intended to do with her. He imagined all sorts of evil things that Blake might conjure up. The worst of which would be to make her just like him and her sister Pat, evil and unable to show emotion, especially love.
The sun was now shining directly through the living room window. This was Saturday, Warren’s day off from work. But he had his uniform on and still sat wondering what to do. The next few days would be his time for decision making.
Warren was too fidgety to sit any longer. He walked out the side door to his patrol car. The drive over the country road and then the highway towards town was quiet. He turned on his police radio but, like the countryside around him, it too was silent.
As he passed County Road 1235, his thoughts went directly to Cliff Raynes. He had only known Cliff for a day or so but he had felt emotionally bonded to him. He was with Cliff when he had identified his sister Sandy at the coroner’s office. It was then that he had learned that Cliff had been dating Joe’s daughter, Mary.
Warren and Joe went way back, had been best friends since they were kids. Cliff was very young, very shook up over his sister’s death and was invited by Mary to stay with her at Joe’s house that night.
When Sandy appeared outside the front porch, Cliff left the house and was not seen again, not until he was later discovered in the basement with Mary, where they were lying in boxes next to each other.
Warren reached the police station and parked in behind Earl’s vehicle. When he had left Hebert for Kalamazoo, the streets had been deserted, the town deathly quiet. Those still alive had gone into hiding.
He stepped out of the car and looked around. He was both surprised and elated to see the different businesses already opening up their doors, even though it was only 7:30 in the morning. People were milling around the courthouse square. In front of the drugstore, two old retirees were already sitting playing checkers, coffee cups sitting on the table by each player. The town looked to be actually back to normal. He wished his life was as normal as the town at this moment in time.
Warren took out his key ring, then realized with Earl in the station, the door would be open to the public. He walked in and immediately noted that there still was no receptionist. Before he left for Kalamazoo, both the day and night receptionists/dispatchers had been absent from work. He didn’t know if it was from fear that they stayed away or if they had been infected by someone and were out stalking other victims, like most of the other people in town had been doing.
Warren walked past his office and headed to the break room. He found Earl sitting at one of the tables, eating a TV dinner. Earl jumped up, surprised. He walked around the table up to Warren and started shaking his hand.
“I’m glad you’re back, Sheriff. So glad you’re back.” Earl said, smiling broadly, still shaking Warren’s hand.
“I’m glad I’m back too, Earl. Go ahead and finish your meal. Then come on into my office. We need to talk.”
When Warren entered his office and sat down behind his desk, he noted a stack of papers lying in the middle of the desk calendar. He started shuffling through the stack and realized it was Earl’s hand-written roster of all the people in town according to addresses and businesses.
Earl had written down the name and address, then the business. He then made columns labeled alive, staked, buried, burned, missing. Under each name, he had listed other family members and marked off their status.
Evidently, Earl had painstakingly listed every resident of the town along with all those who resided out of town. The lists made it clear to Warren exactly how many of the people were still alive and functioning in Hebert.
Warren sat for almost twenty minutes, leafing through the pages, when Earl appeared at the office door.
“Welcome back, Sheriff.” Earl beamed.
“You said that before. But it’s still good to be back.