Dark Writes

The following excerpt is from JJ’s forthcoming book: Alpha. Follow on social and here to be first to know when it’s released!

Hadid turned to face the truck. He held out his arms in a wide embrace, opened his mouth and let out a guttural bellow. Something primitive had awoken within him, and its voice was speaking now. He was still bellowing when the truck smashed into him at 60 miles an hour.

The movies would have you believe that the human body, when in a high speed collision with something solid like a truck, essentially explodes. Many an action flick has seen bodies practically vapourised at the point of impact. In real life, however – as Becca found out that day – it was far messier and more traumatic.

Hadid flew into the air like a rag doll. His foot, already damaged from the fall, detached entirely and went spinning across the road, spraying blood in a wide ark, bouncing off the bonnet of an oncoming car. His torso somersaulted backwards in the air, hands flying upwards as he shot down the road. He landed headfirst, snapping his neck and caving in the back of his skull. His body, still traveling at speed, shot past his mangled head, snapping to the ground with a crunch. An arm stuck up in the air, twitching.

The doctor had come to rest, but the 18 wheeler had not. Smoke pouring from its tyres, the juggernaut screamed like a banshee as it slid down the road, its trailer spinning outwards and trying to jackknife the cab. Horns blared. Tyres squealed. The truck continued to slide.

It reached the doctor and carried on going, its front wheel thumping over what was left of his body. Now it was slowing, airbrakes gasping, the beast tamed once more. The acclaimed doctor’s life, however, had been reduced to a skid mark on the carriageway.