Nasty Little F___ers-Kindle Read Free

wasn’t about to go back and ask him. They started the spiral search over, this time using the bloody patch of dirt as the center. After just a few circuits Colby found the rest of the sock, as well as a shoe. The shoe was a Timberland boot, and it looked an awful lot like Jared’s, right down to a stain near the toe where he’d spilled coffee on it a few days before. Jared had had a fit, whining about how expensive his new boots were. Colby had smiled and tuned him out, but he’d seen the stain, and now he saw it again. He reached down and picked up the shoe. It felt very heavy, and when he turned it over, he saw why.
    Jared’s foot was still in it. It terminated just above the ankle in a ragged, bloody stump. A stream of blood poured out as he turned it over again, like dumping out a flat soda.
    Besides Colby, there were four other guys present when he found the foot: Harper, Moretz, Bock, and Steinman. Of the four, only Bock kept his breakfast. The rest of them bent over and retched at the sight of the dismembered foot. The bugs had gotten to it, but it was too soon for the maggots to start. As it was, flies crawled all over it, sampling it and laying their eggs in the skin, with little or no regard for the giant humans who stood around them. Even when Colby gave the foot a little shake to try and scare the flies away, most of the little bastards didn’t give up their turf. Several drops of blood sprayed out and splattered Bock and Harper on the chest and face. Harper retched again – Colby wondered how he still had anything left in his stomach – but Bock just glared.
    “Great idea, dipshit!” Bock snapped, wiping at the blood on his face with a piece of cloth from his pocket. Colby lowered the foot and placed it into a plastic bag. He didn’t bother to respond.
    “Ready to go back?” Colby asked the group.
    Bock and Moretz nodded, but Harper was still bent over behind a bush. He sounded like he was choking on his own tongue, but managed to give a thumbs up.
    “I think he needs a minute,” Moretz said.
    ***
    Back at camp, Colby announced his discovery to the rest of the team. He showed them the foot, and, as expected, several of them vomited all over the camp. Colby kept quiet. What was with these science types? They spend their whole day carving up dead animals for experiments and then they get all squeamish at the sight of a dismembered human foot. Not one of them (with the possible exception of Bock) would have lasted a week in the military. Colby’s Drill Sergeant would have eaten them alive and served their remains to the recruits.
    After puking his guts up, Edison, a chubby little botanist from Encino, grabbed his cell phone and tried to call for help. Useless. Colby could have told him there wouldn’t be a signal out here. His own phone wasn’t even on; he knew better. Edison stared at the No Signal icon on the faceplate and swore.
    “Damn it,” Edison said. “I knew we should have brought a sat phone!”
    Colby knew it, too. He’d told Anzer the same thing prior to disembarking, but the fucker refused, saying the group wouldn’t be gone long and he really couldn’t afford to give them one. Which meant they were on their own for the next week.
    “Well, we didn’t,” Colby said, “So there’s nothing we can do about it.”
    Edison glared at him. Colby tensed, not wanting trouble within the team if he could avoid it. He didn’t particularly want to beat the shit out of Edison, but the situation had just gone from bad to very bad, and he couldn’t afford to coddle anyone. He needn’t have worried; Edison soon cooled off and turned back to his workstation, flicking a glance at Janice as he did so. Colby thought he saw a glint of something strange there. Jealousy? Anger? No matter. He had more important things to worry about.
    Colby went into his tent and grabbed his rifle. He also grabbed his .45 auto and two extra clips for both. He stepped out of the tent while stuffing the .45 and