“You heard it with your directional microphone, Mr. Hamm,” Kimboro said. “What name has the creature chosen to call itself?”

Hamm stopped smiling. He felt a prickling sensation at the base of his neck, unseen fingers tickling at his spine.

“A new Adam,” Kimboro said, “fashioned not by the hand of God but by the hands of men. Does this not sound familiar to you, Mr. Hamm? The first of a new race, who shall bring death to the old?”

Hamm shifted in his seat. *Bullshit. It’s all bullshit. I don’t believe any of it.*

*So how come you’re scared, Philly Cheesesteak?*

Hamm shook his head. “Coincidence,” he muttered.

“The words of M’Timbu are coming to fruition,” Kimboro said. “And if I alone of all my people am to do the will of God, so be it. The new Adam must be brought to Avni Natarajan. Only she can stop him. None but she can destroy the destroyer of the Human Race.”

Hamm stared ahead. “Some creepy shit,” he said. *I still don’t believe it.*

*Philly Fat Ass is scared shitless!*

“I ain’t scared!” Hamm muttered.

He watched the red eyes in the road ahead, glaring back at him. The creature rode in that SUV. The creature that had chosen for itself the name Adam. The first of an entire new species? If they did it once…

“Do you now understand, Mr. Hamm,” Kimboro said, “why it is I am doing what I am doing?”

Hamm nodded. “I guess so.”

“Strange, is it not, that a sinful man such as you has a part to play in this?”

“Yeah, it’s a laugh riot.”

“Perhaps it will be good for your soul, after all.”

“Well an’ good if it saves my soul,” Hamm said. “But I’m more interested in savin’ my ass.” But Hamm didn’t laugh at his own joke. Neither did the Warumbi.

Hamm stared ahead at the glowing red eyes. They stared back at him.

By The Evil Cheezman

WAYNE MILLER is the owner and creative director of EVIL CHEEZ PRODUCTIONS (,, specializing in theatrical performances and haunted attractions. He has written, produced and directed (and occasionally acted in) over a dozen plays, most of them in the Horror and Crime genres. His first novel, THE CONFESSIONS OF SAINT CHRISTOPHER: WEREWOLF, is available for purchase at MORTUI VELOCES SUNT!

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