My MC, that is. I'm about a week out from the end of the first draft of Loathsome at my current writing rate. At 56K, I've been able to ad 8K words in the last week. Huzzah! I'd love to knock this baby out, let it sit for the rest of September, and beef it up during October. October is a good month for adding a few thousand words to a horror project, right?
A tense minute passed. The woods filled with dark forms. I pressed against the tree as if I could become one with the bark, melt, and disappear. Olson leaned his back to a pine. His eyes pressed shut, but his lips worked on some unuttered prayer. Branches scraped against the arms, legs, and faces of our monstrous pursuers. A howl sounded, then two voices bunched together, low and guttural, like wild beasts engaged in mortal combat. Risking a look, I peered around the edge of my protecting tree and saw two of the Ruined Men tearing at each other, dark streaks across one’s face as the other gained the upper hand and tossed him to the ground.
In other horrific news, The Devil's Food is available now. Delightful unpleasantness awaits!