“We should draw straws.” The loading bay door shuddered, punctuating Jill’s statement. She pictured animate, rotting corpses throwing themselves against it, salivating after the humans inside. “Fuck straws.” Frank stood stiffly, cradling his gun. “Random chance ain’t gonna get us… Continue Reading
Her hand hovers hesitantly in mid-air, undecided over whether to rest a palm on his forehead. She casts a forensic eye over the pores of his skin, the deep lines etched around his eyes and lips, the fine trembling hairs… Continue Reading
In the silence of the empty parking lot none of us spoke about what had happened. I stared at Ralph’s pudgy body lying on the ground and imagined that the pool of blood under his head was a shadow. “Remember… Continue Reading
Bad news always comes at dinnertime. But then so does good news. It’s the time when Maggie and I get a chance to report on the happenings of the day, once the kids are in bed. Last night’s news was… Continue Reading