{"id":343,"date":"2017-02-17T02:46:04","date_gmt":"2017-02-17T02:46:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jasonbrezinski.com\/novels\/?p=343"},"modified":"2017-02-17T02:50:45","modified_gmt":"2017-02-17T02:50:45","slug":"fangs-of-the-ss-chapter-32-next-stop-the-balkans","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.jasonbrezinski.com\/novels\/fangs-of-the-ss\/fangs-of-the-ss-chapter-32-next-stop-the-balkans\/","title":{"rendered":"(Fangs of the SS) CHAPTER 32: Next Stop: The Balkans"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.deviantart.com\/art\/Nazi-Zombie-344843160\" target=\"_blank\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-344 size-large\" src=\"http:\/\/www.jasonbrezinski.com\/novels\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/02\/nazi_zombie_by_dragoart-1024x747.png\" alt=\"nazi_zombie_by_dragoart\" width=\"800\" height=\"584\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.jasonbrezinski.com\/novels\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/02\/nazi_zombie_by_dragoart-1024x747.png 1024w, http:\/\/www.jasonbrezinski.com\/novels\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/02\/nazi_zombie_by_dragoart-300x219.png 300w, http:\/\/www.jasonbrezinski.com\/novels\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/02\/nazi_zombie_by_dragoart-768x560.png 768w, http:\/\/www.jasonbrezinski.com\/novels\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/02\/nazi_zombie_by_dragoart-720x525.png 720w, http:\/\/www.jasonbrezinski.com\/novels\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/02\/nazi_zombie_by_dragoart.png 1110w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.deviantart.com\/art\/Nazi-Zombie-344843160\" target=\"_blank\">Nazi Zombie by Dragoart<\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The alley stinks. Piss and rotting vegetables, mainly, along with diesel smoke. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mirsky looks out of the alley\u2019s mouth to the boats tied to the wharf across the street. It\u2019s the middle of the night, and cold and wet, but the harbor is still busy. Freighters are being offloaded as fast as they can with supplies for the Allied forces to the south and to the east. The workers are mainly North Africans of all nationalities and colors. Americans and British scurry around with clipboards in their hands, adding to the general sense of chaos with a chorus of yells and commands in English which very few of the longshoremen understand.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAnd you trust this guy?\u201d<\/span><!--more--><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The man standing next to him coughs out a laugh. \u201cTrust? The fuck you talkin\u2019 about, Benny? Yeah, ok, I trust him. I trust him to be a greedy son of a bitch. I trust him to know that I\u2019ve got more money than I say I do.\u201d Jones turns to Mirsky. The Hoodoo man\u2019s eyes are serious. \u201cAnd I trust you, Benny, to have the money that you say you do. Cuz if you don\u2019t, I trust Kaztankis over there,\u201d Jones jerks a thumb at a nondescript and battered freighter tied up opposite them at the wharf. \u201cto get real pissed off and then things might get bloody.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHey. I can handle my end. I got us this far, didn\u2019t I? I showed you the roll I\u2019ve got. I cashed out all my deals I had running, got us one hell of a stake. So, yeah, I\u2019ve got the money to pay off this mook. But that roll has got to last us a long time. He tries to gyp us, I guaran-fuckin\u2019-tee that it\u2019ll get bloody.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Jones nods. \u201cI hear that. No need to convince me, man. I never did expect to see you again, especially after I heard those officers talking about how all those walking statues were destroyed killin\u2019 monsters. And them officers didn\u2019t sound all that broken up about it. So I figured you for dead. And then you come back in that Nazi jeep, all on the QT and shit, find me. Well, I gotta say, Benny, I know now, for a pure Dee fact, you say you gonna do somethin\u2019, you gonna get it done.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Benny shrugs off the compliment. \u201cI\u2019m doin\u2019 all for my sister. So let\u2019s get movin\u2019. Enough with the talkin\u2019.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">There\u2019s a rattling sound from down the alleyway and a door opens. A guy, a North African, wearing a stained apron, comes out into the alleyway carrying a full garbage can. He maneuvers it out the door and then looks up. The light spilling from the open doorway perfectly illuminates the zombie staring at him. The zombie, a dead American who\u2019s missing the back of his head, moans a bit and moves towards the man. The rest of the zombies start to moan as well. The guy screams, pisses himself, drops the garbage can, and falls back inside the building.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Jone\u2019s speaks to the zombies, his voice low and powerful, the Creole words are clearly commands. The dead men move away from the open door and shamble down the alleyway towards him. The <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">houngan<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> looks at Mirsky. \u201cYeah, I think you\u2019re right. Let\u2019s get out of here before that poor fucker get\u2019s people believin\u2019 in what he saw.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As the two men and the zombies walk as quick as they can across the wharf to a small battered and rusty freighter docked there, Jones sniffs the air and looks north, across the Mediterranean. \u201cWe\u2019re headin\u2019 into some fierce shit, Benny. The Nazis are brewing up a powerful death magic somewhere up there in the North. I can feel it all the way down here. Ghede can feel it too and he\u2019s none too pleased that some fucking white guys are starting to mess around in his garden. Let\u2019s go get your sister out of that shit.\u201d He looks back to make sure all of his zombies are following. \u201cUs and all of Ghede\u2019s horses.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Nazi Zombie by Dragoart The alley stinks. Piss and rotting vegetables, mainly, along with diesel smoke. Mirsky looks out of the alley\u2019s mouth to the boats tied to the wharf across the street. It\u2019s the middle of the night, and cold and wet, but the harbor is still busy. 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