In a small town, Hell is unleashed.
Two towns are completely wiped out by some unknown assailant. The people are slaughtered in a single night and there’s no clue in the morning as to what might be the cause of the carnage.
Raven Hallow is under attack this night, the third town to come under the attack of some inhuman murderous creatures. With no power, no phones, and the roads blocked by fallen trees, the town’s folk are trapped.
One small group of survivors battle their tormentors and search for a way to destroy them. Along the way, they battle beasts of incredible strength, a scientist with illusions of power, and loved ones transformed into something terrifying.
What the hell did you see up there?” Jones asked the deputy.
IIt’s worse than the Freeman place.” Wes panted, out of breath from heaving.
“Were they chewed up?” Jones was sure he knew the answer, which was confirmed by Wes nodding his head. “It appears we will need you after all, Doc. Follow me, please.”
Chief Jones led the way up the stairs with James, West and Gina following behind him. Peter stayed with Wes, helping him to sit on the sofa.
“Are you okay?” he asked the deputy.
“I’ll be all right. I’ve never seen anything that grotesque before,” Wes answered.
“What happened at the Freeman place?” Peter sat next to him.
“They were torn apart by something.” Wes replied. “It looked like an animal attack.”
Peter didn’t ask any more questions. He could see how shaken up the deputy was and he decided to let it go, for the moment.
The other four entered the bedroom and looked around at the display in front of them. Pieces of the Bentons were strewn everywhere. Blood covered the floor, walls and the bed. Limbs, teeth and eyes littered the carpet.
“Oh, my God!” Gina exclaimed as she took in the scene.
“This is just like the crime scenes in Spear Creek,” James noted out loud.
“That town was wiped out, wasn’t it?” Jones remembered the reports he had seen earlier that day.
“Yes, not one person was left alive in town.” James nodded.
“Doc, can you tell me if this was an animal?” Jones brought West over to an arm that was lying in the corner.
“It looks like a dog bite, or a wolf.” West inspected the limb without moving it. “It would have to be a really big dog or wolf.”
“How big would a dog have to be to have a bite this size?” James inquired, relying on the veterinarian’s expertise.
“If I had to guess, I would say about three hundred pounds, or more,” West responded.