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A slag is what survivors are calling the slug-like maggots raining from the sky, burrowing inside people, and hollowing out their flesh and their sanity. Slag Attack features four visceral, noir stories about the living, crawling apocalypse.
"The Devastated Insides of Hollow City" - Hack detective Shell joins in the insane search for a girl named Pearl, who just might hold the key to restoring order.
"Vincent Severity" - A woman is taken hostage by a very severe man in a sleazy El Camino.
"Corpse Mountain" - Two guys named Cobra and Commando chug gasoline and help build grotesque robots to save the world.
"All Alone at the End of the World" - Re-introduces Shell in a radically different light, building to a ferocious conclusion.
away. She knows this much. She springs forward, not caring who the hell is gripping her arms in his powerful hands. But all of her energy is useless. He slams her down on the asphalt, wrapping her wrists together with twirl after twirl of the tape. Then he picks her up and slings her over his shoulder. Is he taking her to the car? That’s where she thinks he is heading but the only thing she can see is the bottom of his jacket and his powerful-looking legs, covered in tight blue jeans. He clutches
she’ll go for it. The lights flick on. It doesn’t take them long to heat up. She looks toward the pile of Boy on the floor. What used to be Boy. Oh God, she thinks. Then blurts, “Trent Reznor!” The dog has been reduced to a pile of bones. The maggots cling to the bones, make them wriggle and look alive. The maggots spread out all over the floor. Some of them are on her. She closes her eyes against the heat, against the sight of all those maggots. She thinks she might not be the only one in
weapons, by people who thought they had a chance at a time when that might have been true. A lengthy quest to find the perfect weapon is out of the question. He wishes he still had Gary. A blackened brick sits atop a pile of blackened bricks. He looks at the rusted can in his hand. Brick or can? He decides he can throw a brick. The can is too delicate to do damage if thrown. He drops the can and picks up the brick, turning to his right. Part of him wants to watch Shell get devoured by the slag.
into the far wall of the narrow hall and there it is. His bed. A single bed. No floor space. The small desk sits atop the bed. The desk has a chair but in order to lie down in the bed he has to put the chair on top of the desk before crawling beneath it. It’s the worst room in the world. He pulls all the covers from the bed, making sure there are no slags on it. He doesn’t really need the covers anyway. It’s nearly a hundred degrees and humid. Summer in Hollow City. He’s already damp with sweat.
slides into her slowly and comes almost immediately. It feels like the walls of her vagina are quivering, pulsing around his spurting penis. “Told you it wouldn’t take long.” He pulls out and hears a sickeningly familiar plop. Three slags are writhing on the floor between the cashier’s boots. “Oh God,” he says. He loses it. Vomits on the back of the cashier. “What the fuck?!” she says. She reaches down and pulls a slag from her inner thigh. “Oh shit,” she says, vomiting onto the floor. “I gotta