Bad Things by Jasper Tripp
English | 2019 | Sci/Fi | ePUB | 337 Kb
Bad Things: The perfect small town. A strange alien invasion. Humanity’s last hope lies in Montana…
Police Chief Dibs is happy to have big city crime in his rearview. But after eyeing the maimed corpses of some livestock and investigating a bloody, ransacked meth lab, his hope for a tranquil life in Slagstone vanishes. Desperate to explain the confusing clues, he puts two and two together when a terrifying creature wielding a flaming blue sword tries to murder him.
As the townsfolk disappear all around him, Chief Dibs teams up with the only ones who can help: a family of preppers who’ve spent their whole lives readying for a fight. With potential allies turning into something unrecognizable, the chief and his rag-tag bunch must trust in each other if they want to survive.
Can Dibs defend his town from a grotesque invasion, or will Montana’s downfall be the first step toward human extinction?
Bad Things is an action-packed alien invasion story. If you like hard-nosed heroes, survivors with their backs against the wall, and a dash of unhuman splatter, then you’ll love Jasper Tripp’s kickass novel.
“Tommy sips his beer. Now he’s staring out, soaking up the big, starry sky.
The trees to the left of them start to sway.
Danny gets up on his elbows. “Maybe.”
The wind picks up. The temperature drops dramatically.
Tommy rubs his bare shoulders.
“Damn,” Danny says, shivering, teeth chattering. “Got real damn cold, real damn quick.”
A white-hot light rips down from the sky, as if a streak mixed with bright reds and yellows has been thrown by the Gods down from the heavens. Stops dead in front of the trailer at the feet of Tommy and Danny.
The speed is jaw-dropping. Blink of an eye.
The light from above hovers. Pauses as if thinking, studying, then rips away toward the tree line to the left of the trailer. Gone as quickly as it arrived.
Danny and Tommy look to one another.
The trees rustle, then stop. A hard moment of silence.
“Really need to cut back on that shit.” Danny thumbs back toward the meth cooking inside the trailer. “Eating our minds right out of our skulls, brutha.”