Totally incurable, and within three days, the Poser’s chew toy would resemble something straight out of a George Romero flick, cannibalistic tendencies included. One little nip and the demonic version of rabies was passed to the human. It was the Poser’s teeth and infectious saliva that were the real danger. Her inhuman strength wasn’t the threat, though. Posers might look and act human, but I knew this one could snap the head off the person in the booth next to her with little effort. Posers could eat a small nation’s worth of food in one sitting. Her astronomical appetite was what gave away the breed. Someone had knitted a basset hound on the front, its big, sappy eyes made of brown yarn.īut despite her drab appearance, the lady wasn’t human.
She wore velvet green track pants paired with pink sneakers, but it was her sweater that was epic.
Her dull brown hair was pinned up with one of those old-school purple butterfly clips. To them, the demon looked like a harmless middle-aged woman with really bad fashion sense. Who cares? Not everyone wears knockoff Prada like you.” Who goes out in public dressed like that?” “Who do you keep staring at, Layla?” Stacey twisted in the booth, looking around the crowded fast-food joint. I don’t know what it was with demons and the Golden Arches, but man, they loved the place. I stopped tapping my foot, but kept my eye on the interloper. “Just don’t take her sweet tea.” Stacey slapped Sam’s arm and several fries fell to the floor. His curly brown hair fell over his wire-frame glasses. “Are you gonna eat those fries?” Sam asked as he grabbed a handful off my tray. I’d even given myself a quota out of boredom, but tonight was different.
Tagging the soulless and the damned usually gave me a mad case of the warm fuzzies. And it had a powerful hunger for Big Macs.
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