{"id":257208,"date":"2026-07-13T15:22:35","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T12:22:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/crow-eaters-the-complete-collection-zachariah-dracoulis\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T15:22:35","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T12:22:35","slug":"crow-eaters-the-complete-collection-zachariah-dracoulis","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/crow-eaters-the-complete-collection-zachariah-dracoulis\/","title":{"rendered":"Crow Eaters – The Complete Collection – Zachariah Dracoulis"},"content":{"rendered":"
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It had a very liminal space kind of feel that had me regularly reminding myself that no matter what, it had to end somewhere. The girls on the other hand? They loved it. \u201cIt\u2019s so quiet down here,\u201d Hope murmured in awe, \u201clike, there\u2019s just nothing.\u201d \u201cRight?\u201d Morgan said with an eager nod, \u201cWe could be a million miles from anything.\u201d \u201cLet\u2019s hope not.\u201d I half-heartedly chuckled before spotting our first sign of rat activity, \u201cWe\u2019ve got slime.\u201d<\/p>\n

Both Hope and Morgan let out sounds of disgust as I shined my flashlight on the smeared snot-like goo on the ground just ahead of us, and I honestly couldn\u2019t blame them. If they weren\u2019t there, I\u2019d probably have let out a schoolgirl-tier \u2018eeeew\u2019 the instant I\u2019d seen it. \u201cAnd just like that, the tunnels have lost their appeal.\u201d Morgan muttered, \u201cHave to be close now\u2026\u201d Nodding in agreeance, I moved us closer to the wall of the rounding tunnel and started being more conscious of where I was aiming my flashlight.<\/p>\n

It was silly, the rats being blind and all, but in the moment it felt like being a little silly was better than being a lot dead. One foot in front of the other, I hugged the curving wall and waited for something to go wrong. A zip to clink against the concrete, a sneeze to blast down the tunnels, whatever.<\/p>\n

Again, I was being overly cautious, especially considering we\u2019d been gabbing up a storm the entire time up to that point. I never got to feel too goofy though, the curve straightening out revealing a small pack of four rats sleeping in a cluster within throwing distance of the corner doing a good job of wiping out the self-doubt. God, I hated Tacpocalypse\u2019s rats. They were about the size of a moped and twice as hideous, like some forsaken blend of axolotl, capybara, and turkey.<\/p>\n

Patches of blonde, matted fur was splattered across their semi- translucent weird lumpy bodies, like moss growing from their oozing scales. Pretty fucked up, right? As to why they were called \u2018rats\u2019, I had no idea, I just assumed it was some lore-based colloquialism like \u2018clanker\u2019 or \u2018jackal\u2019.<\/p>\n

\u201cWatch the back end,\u201d I whispered, aiming my rifle at one of the rats\u2019 powerful rear legs and thick tail as we approached, \u201cwe\u2019ll each take one, then focus the last one.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author\u2019s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. OceanofPDF.com For John, Don\u2019t worry, I\u2019m sure the next one will be better OceanofPDF.com Crow Eaters First Run By Zachariah Dracoulis OceanofPDF.com T CHAPTER 1 he previous night\u2019s storm clung to the hot midday air with a vengeance as I made my way through the derelict, Atlanta-like city.<\/p>\n

Every step, look around, and throat clearing brought attention to another strap or piece of equipment that was making my hot and damp black fatigues bunch up or worse, scratch and chafe directly against my skin. \u201cI mean, I get that we\u2019ve got to have a uniform for safety or brand recognition or\u2026 whatever, but couldn\u2019t we go with something better suited for the humidity?\u201d I wondered aloud to my black poncho-wearing and as yet unnamed run partner after adjusting my pack and M4\u2019s sling.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d been quiet since we\u2019d left, going as far as to completely ignore my \u2018Hey, I\u2019m Crash\u2019 self-introduction, leaving me with my hand out and without a name to call him. At first, I\u2019d taken his grim stoicism as some kind of roleplaying or maybe even that he was just further along the social dipshit scale than me, but over time I\u2019d steadily come to the conclusion that I\u2019d probably been stuck with a bot.<\/p>\n

As unsurprising as that would have been, what with it being my first run and all, I did kind of feel like I could\u2019ve been trusted to watch someone\u2019s back. Hell, I could have used a real set of eyes to back me up. I\u2019d found myself doing that a lot since joining up with the Crows three days prior; I\u2019d internally rationalize what I saw as a personal slight, then bitch about it.<\/p>\n

In my defense, I\u2019m pretty sure I\u2019d started doing it so I had something to do to in between training bouts, which were mind-numbing in and of themselves.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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