Hell on Earth- the Complete Series Box Set
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Hell on Earth: The Complete Series
Books 1-6
Iain Rob Wright
Ulcerated Press
Contents
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1. The Gates
Quotes
Part I
~Elizabeth Creasy~
~Rick Bastion~
~Mina Magar~
~Tony Cross~
~Samantha Smart~
~Guy Granger~
~Rick Bastion~
~Mina Magar~
~Tony Cross~
Part II
~Guy Granger~
~Rick Bastion~
~Mina Magar~
~Guy Granger~
~Mina Magar~
~Rick Bastion~
~Tony Cross~
~Mina Magar~
~Rick Bastion~
~Tony Cross~
~Guy Granger~
~Mina Magar~
Part III
~Tony Cross~
~Rick Bastion~
~David Davids~
~Rick Bastion~
~David Davids~
~Rick Bastion~
~Tony Cross~
~Guy Granger~
~David Davids~
~Vamps~
Collateral Damage
Takao
Monty
Nancy Granger
Hans
Damien Banks
2. Legion
Quotes
Tony Cross
John Windsor
Vamps
Richard Honeywell
Lieutenant Hernandez
Vamps
Richard Honeywell
Rick Bastion
Vamps
Commander Hernandez
Richard Honeywell
Vamps
Hernandez
Rick Bastion
Richard Honeywell
Vamps
Hernandez
Vamps
Rick Bastion
Guy Granger
Collateral Damage
Takao
Nancy Granger
Cheese Burger
Damien Banks
3. Extinction
Quotes
Marcy
Guy Granger
Vamps
Richard Honeywell
Guy Granger
Vamps
Richard Honeywell
Guy Granger
Vamps
John Windsor
Guy Granger
Vamps
Richard Honeywell
Hernandez
Lord Amon
Guy granger
Vamps
General Wickstaff
Richard Honeywell
Guy Granger
Richard Honeywell
Hernandez
Skullface
Richard Honeywell
Guy Granger
General Wickstaff
Guy Granger
Richard Honeywell
General Wickstaff
Vamps
Guy Granger
Vamps
Vamps
General Wickstaff
Vamps
Mass
General Wickstaff
Lucas
Tony Cross
Damien Banks 2
DEFIANCE
4. Defiance
Part I
1. LUCAS
2. CALIGULA
3. TED
4. TED
5. DR KAMIYO
6. DR KAMIYO
7. TED
8. DR KAMIYO
9. DR KAMIYO
10. TED
11. DR KAMIYO
12. TED
13. DR KAMIYO
14. DR KAMIYO
15. CALIGULA
16. HANNAH
17. DR KAMIYO
18. HANNAH
19. TED
20. TED
Part II
21. DEMON
22. DR KAMIYO
23. TED
24. DR KAMIYO
25. TED
26. HANNAH
27. HANNAH
28. HANNAH
29. DR KAMIYO
30. CALIGULA
31. DR KAMIYO
32. TED
33. DR KAMIYO
34. HANNAH
35. TED
36. DR KAMIYO
37. DR KAMIYO
38. TED
39. DR KAMIYO
40. HANNAH
41. DR KAMIYO
42. TED
43. DR KAMIYO
Part III
44. CALIGULA
45. HANNAH
46. TED
47. DR KAMIYO
48. HANNAH
49. TED
50. DR KAMIYO
51. TED
52. HANNAH
53. NATHAN
54. TED
55. TED
56. VAMPS
57. TONY CROSS
58. DAMIEN BANKS
5. Resurgence
Quotes
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
6. Rebirth
Quotes
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
BONUS BOOK: Tar
Quotes
Prologue
Endings
Fuel
Fire
Flames
Embers
Ashes
Ruins
Earth
Blood
Sweat
Tears
Guilt
Confusion
Beginnings
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Dedicated to the NHS. The only thing standing between the us and a real apocalypse…
“If you’re going through hell, keep going.”
Winston Churchill
“War does not determine who is right – only who is left.”
Bertrand Russell
“Fear is the most basic emotion we have, Fear is primal.”
Max Brooks, World War Z
Part I
“Every war has its demons.”
--Richard Engel
~Elizabeth Creasy~
Devonshire, England
Elizabeth Creasy froze.
The mother bird and her fluffy grey ducklings marched single-file from the hedge on one side of the road to the embankment on the other. When the mother noticed Elizabeth, and her agitated cocker spaniel, Boycie, she picked up speed. Her brood, in turn, picked up their speed—a cute little army marching on
the double. Their feathery advance took them into the long grass where they promptly disappeared.
Elizabeth grinned. “Oh, what a lovely day, Boycie.”
Boycie looked up, tongue lolling out, but said nothing.
It was indeed a lovely day. The greens were green, and the sky was as blue as a crystal ocean. If not for a slight thickness to the air heralding a possible storm, it was the perfect afternoon.
Two years retired now and yet to become restless, Elizabeth’s daily jaunts through the fields and farms surrounding her home never failed to exhilarate her. After decades toiling in an office she’d all but forgotten the benefits of simple fresh air, and it’d been an invigorating experience reacquainting with the joyous beauty of nature. If only her beloved Dennis were still alive to enjoy it with her, but that was not to be. At fifty-eight, an aortic rupture had snatched her husband away while he drove his evening bus route. The ensuing low-speed crash had not injured anyone, but Elizabeth had been left a heart-broken widow. She lamented on the time they could have spent together—‘cuddling’ in bed all morning and spending the afternoon feeding ducks by the lake. Simple pleasures sure, but oh, the absolute best.
She hadn’t been with a man since her beloved Dennis had passed, but Lord knows she had felt the need. Lately, she’d even been considering joining an online dating site just to get a man between her legs. Only so much batteries and plastic could do for a woman of her age—and Colin Firth wasn’t cutting it anymore. She needed a real man, with real man parts.
Up ahead, the little knoll she enjoyed climbing came into view. Twelve months ago, the act of hiking up it would have assaulted her knees, but now she could assail it briskly. From atop she could gaze right across the rolling fields to the sleepy village of Crapstone where she kept a modest two-bedroom cottage. The house in Torquay she had shared with Dennis had been too painful to keep, so she’d sold up a year after his death to purchase the cosy home she and Boycie now lived in.
At the bottom of the hill, she wheezed a little. The muggy weather made it harder to breathe and she was getting out of breath. Her daily hike would have to be a little more leisurely today. You could never be too careful at her age.
“Come on, Boycie, up we go.”
Obedient as always, her cocker spaniel started up the hill at an ambling pace matching her own, and together they trampled the thick, green grass as they progressed towards the top. Birds chirped, and the sunshine was so potent that it seemed to massage her shoulders with invisible hands.
She started singing—“All things bright and beautiful…”
Boycie barked.
“Settle down, Boycie. I don’t want a duet.”
Boycie barked again.
“Now, now, Boycie, settle down.” The cocker spaniel hopped from paw to paw, floppy brown ears twitching. Elizabeth was about to scold him when she saw what had got him so worked up. “Hmm, that wasn’t there yesterday, was it, boy?”
The smooth black stone was the size of a football, and out of place up on the lonely hill. No other rocks or boulders lay around, and certainly none that were jet-black like this one. It more resembled volcanic glass than anything that should be found in the English countryside. If not for the delicate grey veins snaking over its surface, it could have been an old-fashioned bowling ball, or one of those cartoon bombs with the fuses and ACME written on the side. The closer she got to it, the less smooth the stone appeared—like how a television picture degraded when you went right up to the screen.
Boycie tugged on his lead, hard enough he almost yanked free of her grasp. She gave it a swift tug and brought the spaniel back to heel. “Behave, Boycie! What’s got into you?”
The birds stopped chirping and the warmth of the sun disappeared, yet it was still so muggy that it was hard to take a breath. A distant roll of thunder, but not a single cloud hanging in the sky.
Elizabeth’s eyes fixed on the strange black stone. The word ‘obsidian’ popped into her mind. She reached out to touch it, not knowing why other than something inside of her demanded it. Her fingertips were just about to make contact when Boycie bit her.
“Damn it!”
The leash slipped out of her grasp and Boycie fled, running down the hill full pelt like a greyhound chasing a rabbit.
“Boycie, come back here!”
“Damn it.” Her hand throbbed something terrible; a purplish-blue blotch forming where one long canine had crushed her skin. Boycie had never snapped at her like that before. Never. What had got into him?
Then came more pain.
Thwump thwump thwump…
Elizabeth turned and clutched her forehead. The delicate grey veins on the stone’s surface had started to pulse and vibrate. It was calling out to her. She couldn’t help herself. She reached out.
Pressed her fingertips against the stone.
Ice cold. Like running her hand down the inside of a fridge.
It felt… wrong. Unnatural.
Elizabeth was just about to pull away when something seized her. Her fingertips fused against the stone’s icy surface. A powerful force snatched her mind and showed her unbelievable things. Distressing images seared themselves into her soul and boiled the blood in her veins.
She saw horrors—exquisite tortures of the worst kind.
A vast legion of monstrous creatures.
She saw Hell.
The pictures in Elizabeth’s mind were so wondrous and terrifying that her eyeballs melted inside her skull and leaked down her cheeks while her heart burst in her chest like a pin pricked balloon. When her sixty seven year old body slumped to the ground it was an empty husk and her days of ambling through fields were over—her retirement irrevocably ended.
The cold black stone went back to sleep.
~Rick Bastion~
Devonshire, England
When Rick’s song came on the radio he winced and pulled out the plug. Few things upset him more than hearing his number 1 hit, Cross to Bear. It was fingernails on a blackboard, and its title had become more than a little apt. Its existence was his cross to bear.
Sitting in the kitchen of his vast country home, he poured himself another whiskey and switched on the wall-mounted television. Evening had not yet arrived, and the only programmes airing were a couple of convoluted quiz shows and a mock-court case with Judge Kettleby. Today, the gesticulating gavel-wielder heard a case about a stolen Xbox. Riveting stuff.
Rick slid off his stool and took his whiskey into the living room, where he ambled over to the sleek black piano in the corner. Despite the melancholic feelings playing always stirred in him, he never lost affection for his beloved parlour grand. He’d saved six long years for it back in the days before he’d acquired his fortune. The sense of achievement of finally making enough money to buy the beautiful instrument had made him cherish it even more. Now he could buy a piano worth twice as much, but it wouldn’t mean half so much.