Dehumanized 2 Sneak Peek
Dehumanized 2 Sneak Peek
I asked everyone on Facebook if, as a prize for following my Found Footage Movie List, you’d all like a sneak peek of the sequel to Dehumanized. Of course you guys swarmed and, as promised, I’m here to deliver!
PRETEXT: This takes place in Chapter 17, after Ryan ran away from the group for reasons you’ll learn later.
**WARNING: This piece contains nudity, blood, light gore, language, and is completely unedited. Viewer discretion is advised.**
D2 Excerpt
There was a cold breeze running down his naked back, making him shiver violently and curl into the warmth that was encasing the rest of his body. There was a sudden gust of wind, and Ryan moaned as he shivered again. When he opened his mouth something wet and hot fell into it and he opened his eyes in shock.
For a few seconds Ryan couldn’t see anything. His vision was blurry, but there also seemed to be something in his line of sight that obscured the rest of the world from him. He frowned, trying to regain his senses and wake up. Suddenly a foul stench filled his nostrils and he began to gag, pulling back slightly to blink and get a better look at the thing in front of him.
His eyes widened in horror. He was lying naked in the middle of some forest clearing, the cold morning wind grazing his back, cuddled against a deer. But it wasn’t just an ordinary deer. Its throat, stomach, and chest cavity had been ripped open and the innards had been torn out and devoured – by him. He was coated in blood from head to toe, his fingers caked with it along with little flecks of the poor animal’s fur and skin. He could taste the blood in his mouth, could feel it on his tongue. And to top it all off he was curled into a ball inside of the deer’s hollowed out stomach like a goddamn Ton-Ton.
Ryan, in a panic, disentangled himself from the dead deer and backed up away from it until his back hit a tree. He panted, staring at the dead animal with wide, horror-filled eyes. In all of his years of transforming he had never killed an animal. He had been covered in blood many times before, but never like this. Never from head to toe. And never had he cuddled with what he killed.
He stared into the soulless eyes of the poor deer, hollow and gray. There were claw marks all along its body, especially around its neck and face. The blood oozed out into a wide pool that had dried some time ago, the congealed liquid shining under the sun’s rays. There was an imprint where Ryan had been lying, showing that the wolf had lain down next to the deer while it was still bleeding.
Ryan felt his stomach curdle in disgust and he leaned over to vomit the contents of his stomach – which were most likely bits of the deer.
He leaned back against the tree once he was done puking and just sat there breathing, trying to calm his racing heart and shot nerves. Everything was so distorted, his brain a scattered set of thoughts and memories that he was trying to piece together so he could think properly.
Another gust of wind blew past and Ryan chattered his teeth. It was freezing, and he was just sitting there naked against a tree covered in dried blood. He fought the urge to vomit again at this thought and forced his aching body to stand. He groaned as all of the joints in his body banded together to protest this action, but he ignored them and started walking away from the dead deer, trying his hardest to leave it behind both literally and metaphorically.
Why had he Changed? He tried to remember. He knew it wasn’t the full moon last night; otherwise his friends would be close by. They had agreed to never transform alone, lest one of them got lost and caught. Did he branch off from the group for some reason, or had something happened to make him Change?
That’s when it hit him. The memory of Russell lying in bed bleeding smacked him right in the face and made him halt. He stood there, staring down at the ground as all the memories from the previous day came back to him in one dreadful moment. He clenched his bloodied hands and began to jog, fighting against the cold wind brushing his naked body by gritting his teeth.
The human part of him worried about catching hypothermia, but the wolf part of him assured him he’d be fine. His immune system was powerful, and could protect him from even the strongest ailment.
His jog turned into a full run, his body heat rising to help fight the cold. He winced as twigs and pinecones stabbed into the soles of his bare feet, but he kept running. He ran until he heard the telltale swishing of water in a river. He followed the sound until he came upon a stream, the water crystal clear and reflecting the sunlight into his eyes. He leaned over and submerged his head, letting the biting cold water shock his senses.
Hope you wolves enjoyed this sneak peek at my current WIP! Let me know what you guys think in the comments. Feedback sates me.
-Michael
Not caught up? Don’t know who Ryan or Russell or any other character are? Then enlighten yourself by checking out DEHUMANIZED on Amazon!
