BLACK ARK
The swamp is burning.
When the Novachrome facility codenamed Black Ark erupts in fire, an elite containment squad is deployed to sweep the dome and report what survived. They are convicts in borrowed uniforms; murderers, arsonists, thieves, offered redemption through obedience. Their leader is different: a soldier known only as Sixteen. Efficient. Unyielding. Property of Novachrome.
The mission collapses from the start. Their transport is torn from the sky. Survivors crawl from wreckage into a world already falling apart: corridors aflame, labs gutted, bodies broken in ways no fire could make. What was released inside the dome is not human, not anymore. Something fast, brutal, and clever enough to laugh.
At the heart of the blaze waits the truth: Black Ark was never about science. It was about design. Not whether men could be improved, but whether they could be remade into weapons. Some endured. Some broke. And one of them has learned to hunt.
Told in searing, stripped-down prose, Black Ark is a relentless novella of survival, betrayal, and the horrors of human ambition. It fuses at bleak and brutal atmosphere with the ferocity of war fiction and the dread of survival horror; a march through fire and swamp into the jaws of something made, not born.