“You ever wonder if there was more. I mean. Than just this?” Gregory asked.

Melody slid a lighted cigarette into her mouth as she stared up the stars. She smiled as she folded her hands behind her head and she wriggled her bare toes as she stared up at the heavens. (more…)

I came to in a muddy stupor. Screaming, fucking screaming was my alarm clock, on the hood of my car, someone was being devoured. How I was still alive I had no idea, the G was picking Prick up and slamming him down on the hood by his ribs, I shook my head as clear as I could and grinned as the first thing I saw was the G’s greasy fingers dug completely into Prick’s ribs, to the first knuckle. His head cracked the windshield. He was still alive. (more…)

Jimmy struggled to pull the gun free of the dead soldier’s holster as the dead man opened his mouth and drooled blood onto him. Yellow, red stained teeth drew closer to Jimmy’s neck. The Claire’s axe blade fell clean and smooth into the soldier’s skull. The dead man stopped moving and collapsed onto Jimmy. He shoved the dead man off of him as Claire placed her foot on the dead thing’s back and ripped the axe free. (more…)

As I sped down the carcass littered street, the gray asphalt blending with the hue of the exposed skulls, I thought about my first order of business. Well, the only business of any sort that I had left at this harrowing juncture, was to save Regina. I had thought about her a lot after the electricity went out inside my barricaded apartment. (more…)

Austin, Texas
November 2030

Clyde Doutree sits in his office and listens offhandedly to a police scanner. The dark room seems to be more of an armory than an office. As the leader of the newly formed Texas Rangers, Doutree has spent the last few years after the war reclaiming Austin. His white hair, well-worn cowboy hat, and handlebar mustache make this already big man seem that much larger. (more…)

Ask anybody out here, they will tell you that I bring in money. Steadily. Godzilla could be wrecking shop around here stepping on buildings and shit, and I’d have him hitting me up for trim and blow on a Saturday night. I work. This is what I do. (more…)

–It was never clear where or how these patrons ended up going. The “how” was eventually taken care of first by a busboy, then a cop, then a coroner, then a bunch of people in green scrubs saying, “what the fuck?” quickly before they had their throats ripped out. (more…)