“Look, I don’t mean to be impatient, but you’re the only representative of the zoo I could find. You need to do something.”
“And what exactly would you have me do? I am a curator, not a crowd controller.”
Joe sighed. “Nevertheless, you have a responsibility.”
The man looked at Joe for several seconds before replying. “I suppose you’re right. I should find out what’s going on.” He pushed Joe aside, headed for the front of the hall, and spoke over his shoulder as he went. “I still don’t believe things are as bad as people are-”
Joe turned around to see why the curator had stopped mid-sentence. He could hardly believe his eyes as people started to scream. Four lions blocked the far entrance to the visitor’s centre and were snarling at the people inside. Each of their fangs was the size of a tent peg and syrupy-thick blood dripped from their jaws.
Joe had a feeling that he was about to have a very bad day.
AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY
Published author, Iain Rob Wright, was born in 1984 and lives in Redditch, a small town in the West Midlands, UK, with his loopy cocker spaniels, Daisy and Oscar, his fat old cat, Jess, his many tropical fish, and the love of his life, Sally. Writing is the passion that fills his life during the small periods of time when he isn’t cleaning up after his pets.
Horror is his beloved genre, and his many inspirations range from Stephen King and Richard Laymon to J. A. Konrath and Brian Keene, as well as a whole host of other twisted minds.
Check out his official website for freebies, news, and updates at: http://www.iainrobwright.com
Also available from Iain Rob Wright
Thrillobytes: bite-sized horror (2011, Silk Raven Associates)
Animal Kingdom (2011, Grand Mal Press)
ASBO (2012, Silk Raven Associates)
The Peeling (2012, Silk Raven Associates)
Copyright
Special Edition
January 2012
Originally published, May 2011, by:
Silk Raven Associates
The Final Winter © 2011 by Iain Rob Wright
Cover Artwork © 2011 by Wright Ideas
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used factiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.