The Spy Who Loved Me – Excerpt No. 20

But for the living they could perform basic medical tasks. Even now they were isolating areas of major trauma and putting the body in a hibernation state.

“They might be able to recover something from his brain,” Grace said.

She tore off the driver side doors and let the top of her index finger form into a sharp, onyx, talon. She uses it to slice the seatbelt causing James Cooke to crumple onto the roof of the car.

Grace then pulled him out and laid him flat on the ground. This must have been a farmer’s field before, there were signs of grass, but it was all dead and covered in a parasitic mold. The entire field smells of death and decay.

A young blonde woman with long straight hair, wearing white over-ear headphones, a black backpack, a short black dress, and shiny black patent leather platform ankle boots, stands in a field of dead, withered black plants under a thick rusty-orange fog at night.

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