Just a few miles outside of Albuquerque, New Mexico, there's something horribly wrong in a remote valley. To their eternal regret some people have mistaken the screams, echoing in the hills, as the coyotes bernyanyi to the moon. When Josey drives his truck bebek down into the valley, he quickly learns the horrifying truth. It's not coyotes howling- it's men, atau what used to be men. Josey discovers the valley is halaman awal to the depraved, the noble, the damned, the innocent, the beautiful, and of course the walking dead. When the least dangerous thing anda encounter is an angry rattlesnake anda know you've made a wrong turn in Albuquerque.
Josey has injured his knee and is limping toward the dubious safety of a trailer with his dog Boris
He noticed several men were starting to head toward them, attracted to the anjing barking and all the activity. There were lebih than he expected, and some of them were screaming and moving much faster than he thought possible- almost running. The brief feeling of exhilaration abandoned him as he limped, away from them, faster.
In the distance, the door to the trailer opened and he saw an old man in the doorway waving for him to hurry forward. The short man,
oleh the trailer, turned, howled, and ran at Josey. As the man started to run, his pants, which held three days of accumulated human waste,
slid slowly down his legs. His speed dropped, significantly, as the heavily soiled pants slid past his knees, but he didn't stop his charge
until they dropped around his ankles.
Losing any semblance of balance he tumbled into the dirt, grunting and tearing at his filthy pants, while only a few feet from Josey. Under other circumstances, such a sight would have probably made him laugh, but the screams he made were being answered oleh a chorus of other screams back where his truck was. He glanced back
at the cellar steps and wished he'd stayed put. The short one was shredding and tearing at his pants and he decided not to see how long
it would take for him to finish his extremely unappealing striptease and detoured quickly around him as he struggled.
Within twenty feet of the fence the old man shouted “Get down!” while pointing a gun at him. Some people might have hesitated atau looked behind to see what was behind them, but the old man’s voice was powerful and commanding as it competed with the screams which seemed much closer. Hoping his knee wouldn't mutiny he merpati down into the dirt road. Three loud gunshots rang out momentarily silencing the screamers. Clutching his crowbar he rolled onto his back and saw two men fall right behind him in the dust.
“Run damn it! I'm out of bullets!” the old man yelled.
He used the crowbar to help stand up and felt his knee trembling as he tried to limp faster. Josey felt dizzy and was breathing hard as he staggered along the fence surrounding the trailer's front yard.
“Look out! Stinky's coming back!” the old man shouted.
Josey turned and there was the short man running at him naked except for a torn dirty gray shirt.
It's amazing what the human mind will think of when confronted oleh a running, nearly naked, screaming, homicidal maniac sporting a noticeable flapping erection. In his case, he had to bite his tongue to keep from bernyanyi out loud the song that was playing in his head. The classic sinar, ray Stevens’s song The Streak.
As he closed the distance he saw he had a rat-like face, a long nose and his teeth seemed unnaturally large and pointed. Since Boris was busy, barking at the other group of men approaching from behind, he set the crowbar aside his chest intending Stinky to run himself into the tip. Watching Boris from the corner of his eye, he saw the dog was getting several of them to chase him around in a circle, barking and leaping around excitedly. But two of them ignored
atau just weren’t interested in the dog and were quickly moving up on his left side.
The short tikus faced man leaped meneruskan, ke depan screaming and the crowbars tip missed its target area. He had been aiming for his stomach, but it hit very painfully low. The scream changed to a
different pitch, as blood poured out of his badly torn crotch, and he fell over on his side holding himself grunting. He saw the little man was of no immediate danger and turned back for the trailer only to see the two other men within striking distance. He didn't hesitate and rammed the crowbar into the closest ones face as hard as he could.
Broken, discolored, chips of teeth fell to the ground as the man stumbled around badly unbalanced oleh the long crowbar imbedded deep in the back of his throat with almost three feet hanging out of his heavily bleeding mouth.
For lebih excerpts and details on Valley of Death visit: link