Just then, a flaming bottle broke the front window of the Police Station and birthed a river of fire on the wall beside him. He grabbed the CB, “Betty, don’t come back here. The town is burning. There are fires everywhere.” The CB in his hand hissed loudly, a mess of static, gunshots, and a hundred whispering voices—a white noise followed by a strange silence, like a guitar amp turned all the way up. It was a magnetic void of sound. In the middle of that void, a deep and resonate voice cut through. “Kill them.” Jackson blinked as he looked at the CB, That’s not Betty. Not-Betty continued louder, “Cut the power, poison the water, light the gas, and burn the wood. Peel the skin from their faces when they run from their holes. The lucky ones will die clutching their chest.” Kill Hollows, Chapter 0 #killhollows #sdlifter #writersofinstagram #tokenoak #writersofinstagram #reading #burn #darkthriller #darkfiction #dark #apocalypse #endoftheworld #fire #death #collapse #terror #bibliophile #instagood #followme https://www.instagram.com/p/Br1W1B5FfYa/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=yk9d92fo9kia