The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 250

“Hold on!” Julia said.

There came the sound of dragging followed by several gunshots. That was followed by bullets whizzing past them.

“Almost there…”

There came a pause.

“Clara?”

Another pause long enough to insert a fresh magazine.

“Fuck!” Julia swore. “Just hold the fuck on!”

a gritty, cinematic photograph of a strong-jawed brunette with deep brown eyes, wearing a black leather jacket, ripped jeans, and scuffed up motorcycle boots, holding a worn, silver pistol in her right hand while pulling an unconscious, similarly dressed brunette by the arm, her limbs limp and lifeless, through a desolate, post-apocalyptic cityscape with crumbling buildings, twisted metal, and debris-strewn streets, set against a haunting, thick orange fog that engulfs the entire sky, with hints of dark grays and ash undertones, casting an ominous, apocalyptic glow on the entire scene, captured in a wide-angle shot with a shallow depth of field, focusing on the intensity of the leading brunette's expression, her eyes filled with a mix of determination and desperation, her skin kissed with a warm, golden undertone, amidst the eerie, devastated atmosphere.

Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.



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