Chapter 23
Cutthroat Business
Bill awakened for the second time, not sure where he was. Stoned, he knew that much. The Horrorfind convention?
No, he never got stoned or drunk at Horrorfind. Too much to do, Horrorfind was his show.
He wasn’t wearing that damned florescent green t-shirt with STAFF written across it.
He was in a strange bed though, and it was god damned uncomfortable.
Bill sat up, feeling strangely unbalanced, almost tipping over on his side, and swung his leg over the side of the bed.
What the f**k?
He straightened the sheets that had bunched around his thigh, where another leg should have been. It was not hiding from him in those messed sheets.
The bear-man did that, he thought, and the other details piled around the image of the huge man with the machete.
Yoh
