Fangs of Fury

He tries to scream, the terror stuck in his throatthe darkness all around himthe stench, he can smell the creature from hell, the low growl from its throatflailing around him with his fistscan't see, the darkness wrapped around him like a blanketmust defend myself, oh my God the fangs.
Africa, a land of myth, witchcraft, magic and corruption. A land where death waits in the shadows. A land where the hybrid now walks unafraid with a blood lust and a hatred for man created to kill.
Man playing at being God, working with genetic creation, determined to create the perfect Human beingin isolation nothing can disturb the creationnothing can go wrong but if you are in Darkest Africa, no one can hear you scream as you die by the hand of a creature not created by God, but by the sick mind of mana creature from hell.
Two creatures now walk the African bushone, a gentle soul breed from the womb of a chimpanzeethe othera killer, a cross gorilla/mandrill baboon.
The hunt is on to bring an end to the madness, to the fear that stalks through the undergrowth, that is spreading its wings over Africa, to put an end to the killers rampage, to capture the gentle Hybridto sell her body to the highest bidder.
One man driven by greedthe other by compassiona creature not of this world by lustwho will win the race.

Be careful what you wish for.
Don't play with D.N.A.

Dettagli