“I know what you are.” He said to the undead creature, as his tears burned boiling tracks down his face. “I know you’re not my brother. Not anymore. You’re just a fucking disease that’s hijacked his body…and I know exactly, exactly what my brother would want me to do.”
The gun went off with an explosion that turned the world white. The creature’s head snapped back as if hit by a hammer blow and it fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.
The gun dropped from Jake’s hands, and dropping to his knees, he looked at the sky and howled.(Yeah, I changed the title, and decided to reward myself with a quick mockup of the book cover as a reward for passing 20,000 words.)