This story was previously published in The Big Book of Blasphemy from Necro Publications. If you enjoy its fusion of horror, religious iconography, and sexuality, you may also like my book Saint Sadist, which was a Splatterpunk Award finalist. Nick crashed his ambulance between the battlefield and the triage area. In the church with the bleeding walls, Sister Scar waited. Nick crawled from the wreckage. The church loomed across the muddy wasteland. He was sure it hadn’t been there before his ambulance rolled over. He must have somehow missed it. Even as he thought this, he knew he was wrong. How could he have not seen it? With its brick walls dusted with ash, stained glass windows that shone brilliantly in the midday sun, and the red door adorned with a black cross, it immediately drew his gaze. There were no other structures in sight. If not for the searing agony in his left leg, he’d think this was a dream.
That is one wild, visceral tale. Gave me chills, especially at the end.