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In this city, you have to pay attention. In this city, things are happening all the time, all over the place, and you don't have to be a detective to smell evil in the wind.

Take this week's tabloids: the face of a dead girl is splashed across the front page. She was found sprawled near a park bench not seven blocks from the police station. Detectives Carella and Brown soon discover the girl has a most unusual past.

Meanwhile, the late-night news tracks the exploits of The Cookie Boy, a professional thief who leaves his calling card -- a box of chocolate chip cookies -- at the scene of each score. And while the detectives of the 87th Precinct are investigating these cases, one of them is being stalked by the man who killed his father. Welcome to the Big Bad City. Take this week's tabloids: the face of a dead girl is splashed across the front. Collins Big Cat is a guided reading series for ages edited by Cliff Moon.

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The roads of Dead City were not cared for as those outside the wall. Trash piled up, detritus escaping from the mounds on the wind and whistling along unkempt roads. Buildings long forgotten by living hands looked down on her with sad cracked-window eyes, like abandoned geriatrics in an old age home, hoping the next face that passes might be familiar, and yet it never would be. The street lighting flickered, a sickly neon yellow glow cast over her, as Sarah began a steady, purposeful walk.

Reaching back into her bag, she withdrew a hand-drawn map, a line taking her from the point of arrival to her destination, sticking to main roads, avoiding alleyways where God-knows-what might be lying in wait. As she passed boarded up buildings and side streets her stride hastened, the sound of unknown fiends echoing around her. Growls and mutters, whispers and whimpers, she couldn't imagine what savage monsters lay beyond her line of sight, and didn't wish to find out.

Finally, her destination was in view. An old casino, abandoned before the walls were built. Bold signage in a rainbow of colours, faux-velvet curtains withered by time and moths hung over the windows. Whatever lay beyond them was not for the view of casual passers-by. Approaching the entrance, a behemoth of an unman emerged from the shadows of the doorway, his face half decayed, a worm nonchalantly weaving its way through his septum like a slimy living nose ring.

She entered, followed by the slowly decomposing ogre, past rusting slot machines and dust covered roulette tables, to a room at the back with a sign marking it as 'private'. She turned to the bouncer, who gestured with a giant, festering hand for her to continue onwards. The room deep in the heart of the casino was vastly different to everything else she had seen in Dead City, a tasteless opulence of velvet flocked wallpaper, furniture carved of oak, mahogany and pine all nestled together, unscathed by time and neglect, but mismatching nonetheless.

At the centre of the room, behind a large wooden desk, sat the Necromancer. Older — he would often tell people — than London itself. His long, unkempt hair had centuries earlier taken a life of its own, weaving its way under his skin, burrowing deep and continuing to grow out, over or perhaps though his eyes, burying itself back in at his jaw and out again at the neck, where it rested on his shoulders.

His vision appeared all but obscured. Not long before the Necromancer had his bouncer tear off a limb and insert it into the fool where an entire limb should not fit under normal circumstances. He offered her a seat and Sarah took it, silent, unsure how to word her request. Her heart was beating so hard in her chest, she wondered if she could talk at all if she tried. Nobody can help him.

The young girl reached into her bag and withdrew a jar. A thick red stain washed up against the glass, trickling back down slowly as she rested it on the table. He took it, twisting off the lid and inhaled deeply. The streets away from the casino were still empty as she strode back to her point of arrival, but the presence of those that lay beyond the shadows had grown.

The rumours of fresh meat seemed to have spread amongst the unliving, and the ravenous creatures were lusting from their coves in alleys and behind window panes. Her walk became hurried, as she looked around, feeling eyes from the darkness watching her from every angle. She saw nothing, but imagined everything, every nightmare, every possible monster under the bed, every demon or devil she had ever seen in a movie.

The click-clack of her tiny feet on the pavement drew them out, beckoned them forth, and without thinking, she broke into a run. The map in her hands, she turned a corner, speeding straight, then another corner, looking behind her at every possible moment, in case she were followed. Dropping the map as she came to the last turn, the girl rounded the corner, as ice cold skeletal hands grabbed her.

She tried to scream, but there was no voice in her throat, an inhuman, decaying beast stood over her. His back hunched, yet still he stood almost two feet taller than her, jaw hanging loose as if dislocated and never put back into place. It looked like it was holding on for dear life at the base of its skull by threads of fragile skin that, like the rest of his epidermis, was practically translucent, useless grey veins etched along it as if drawn in pencil.

The living nightmare gasped at her with breath whistling through holes in his chest, guttural sounds with the scent of rotting eggs that she heard as:. She felt his dry tongue scrape up the side of her face like sandpaper, and a gust of gentle, stinking wind as he inhaled her. Sarah's limbs went limp and she began to lose consciousness.

Her mind started going blank, the fear dissipating, every feeling vanishing, and she wondered with her last thoughts if this experience was her soul being sucked from her body. Then from nowhere, a flash, and a unholy crunch. The beast's grip on her loosened and all she could feel was falling, then nothingness.

When she came to, she didn't know how much time had passed. The ghoul's body was crawling around in the road in search of its moaning head, which was lodged in a drain farther down the street.

Looking up, a silhouette stood over her. The rim of a trilby obscured her rescuer's face, long coat trailing in the wind, his right hand clutched a baton with electricity dancing on the tip. He reached down for her hand and helped her up, his grip strong and warm. She looked into his eyes and saw life. He looked around to the darkness, to the creatures massing beyond it.

The sounds of the unseen demons faded as they withdrew, as if knowing she was under his protection.