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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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  “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.