Trio of Woes

"You keep leaving me," a weak voice said. The room was shrouded in darkness, a muted light coming through a crack of the wall behind the voice. The walls, black as soot, were covered in similar, smaller cracks, handprints, holes.  Some spots were smeared with blood. A door, ancient and crumbling, sat to the side … Continue reading Trio of Woes


The red dirt hadn't seen rain in months.  Boots kicked up dust. "You haven't said anything in a while." "...I'm fine..." They walked past the groaning dead with no fanfare. The farm fell apart weeks ago, two of the group were eaten alive.  Spring had arrived, but no rain had fallen.  Climate changed really fucked … Continue reading Horde