Mark Nelson, a zoologist and Kathy Wilding, a marine biologist are at the epicentre of a radioactive spill which threatens to turn evolution on its head; mankind’s reign as the dominant species is in danger thanks to some muscled up and brain bursting aquatic creatures!
Set in the British county, Cornwell, Fleshbait poses the often asked heavily debated question of; What would fish do if the hook, line, and sinker were on the other gill?
And the answer?
Well, they’d murder every human they come
into contact with, using their superior school of muscle to drown those air
breathing, land-dwelling a##holes and then they’d take their remains to an
underwater hideout to be kept as crustacean coated trophies until the meat was
all eaten away, leaving the skeletons to blend in with the coral.
The story won’t appeal to the masses but it sure
is entertaining, if only for the weird and wonderful characters – no, not the
humans (honestly, they suck), I’m
referring to Bobby, the dolphin who manages to keep a young and vulnerable deaf
child out of harms way by safely nudging her to shore before a killer shoal of fish can
submerge her and take her to their evil lair deep beneath the waters surface.
Spoiler alert, Bobby, like his aquatic brethren
doesn’t hang around much longer, thanks to the government’s answer to the fish
threat by bombing the living hell out of every mass gathering of aquatic wildlife
it possibly can.
Fleshbait is an unadulterated hate filled story
of revenge with the creatures of this feature kicking a## and taking names until
their super enhanced brains, muscles and voice boxes (they scream fear into the
hearts of man all along the shoreline) explode in a pulpy fish chowder thanks to
the ticking time bomb thrusted upon them due to radioactive exposure (or that
of the government’s clean-up crew).
I might refrain from eating tuna for a while
after reading this one.
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