Field Trip

In the sweltering Georgia-Florida panhandle, where the air itself festers like an open wound, the SwampSide Safari & Cull Center beckons with cheap thrills and cartoon alligators. Beneath the greasy perfume of fried food and the cartoon grins lies something far older, far hungrier: a slow, inexorable rot that has already claimed the soul of the place.Harley Wade has spent fifteen years tending its beasts, patching its crumbling enclosures, and breathing its decay. When the park discards him like yesterday’s offal, the fragile line between roadside attraction and slaughterhouse vanishes. A busload of bright-eyed tourists arrives for what they believe is a harmless field trip—families laughing, teenagers snapping selfies, couples seeking a taste of the wild.They have no idea they have stepped into a living testament to terror.Field Trip is a visceral plunge into Southern Gothic splatterpunk at its most unvarnished and extreme. Every humid breath carries the promise of profound desolation; every shadow hides an artistry forged in the deepest abrasions. For readers who find comfort in the macabre, levity in the heart of dread, and beauty in the monstrous, this is your banquet of dread. May your nocturnal visions be lurid, your emotional release profound, and the hyena’s predatory gleam linger long after the final page. Read more