Supply Run

Slinking along the dark and barren hillside, pack of acquired supplies secured tight, I see movement. Have I been caught? I drop low, confident in my darkened outer-wear, and watch the quiet, sprawling city. A flash by the edge reveals an individual stumbling past the barrier, long, unshaven white hair gleaming in the night. I... Continue Reading →

The End

Screams from inside forced the woman - visitor, friend - through to the master bedroom. She froze before the scene. "No-" a child, face of horror, backed away from the bed, "I tried to stop...it wouldn't- let me..." On the bed, the child's mother gasped for breath, "knew...I shouldn't have-" she clutched her throat, blood... Continue Reading →

Website Powered by WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: