JDatE 2 Excerpt
by David Wong
There was something different about John’s third arm. I couldn’t put my finger on it; the blotchy skin and tufts of hair around the hoof were identical to the other four.
Think, dammit.
He inched forward, spear pointed at my chest. A bit of the President’s scalp was still clinging to his bottom lips.
“Moo,” he commanded as the tip dug into my skin. “Moo moo moo moo moo moo moo!”
“John! Listen to me! I know you’re in there!”
“Moooooooo. Moo!”
“Listen! Please!”
“Moo. Moo moo moo moo moo. MOO!”
“John, I-”
“MOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”
I glanced down at the bomb and noticed there were only four seconds left on the timer.
“Moo!”
