Chapter Twenty-Two
Sylvie
Western Carpathian Mountains, Romania
Always take care when you
evacuate a corpse’s bowels.
Place plenty of towels under
the backside and press gently
on the groin.
What starts out as a thin ooze can
quickly become a torrent, and then
you’ll find yourself in a much worse
pile of s**t than you imagined.
~ The Bloodwalker’s Book
As Alyosha’s van accelerated onto the highway, Sylvie collapsed in the passenger seat, exhausted from running and her narrow escape. Her arms wrapped around her bloodwalker bag, hugging it to her chest, a security blanket against a world gone crazy.
No matter how she tried, she couldn’t seem to take a full breath. Her lungs expanded only enough to give her rabbit-like gulps of air. Her heart beat as fast as a rabbit’s, too.
So
