Chapter 39
NEVER BEFORE had I needed to shoot someone in the d**k more than once to get their attention.
I sprinted down open road, littered with branches and boxes and blown trash from a month of neglect. Scattered tidy houses and occasional trees on either side. And chasing me, a ravenous misshapen creature that had once been human.
I risked a glance over my shoulder. Doug galumphed behind me, using the half-dozen tentacles flailing out of his abdomen the way a blind man used a cane. His front legs still took longer steps than the rear, but the repurposed arms that served as rear legs seemed to be growing longer to keep up. Not good. The head of his p***s still made a jaggedly toothed mouth, but the shaft swayed and bent like a neck. The foreskin formed a grotesque shawl around the mo
