The hardware store. We paused momentarily, crouching down behind a massive king size bed. "Do you think we can make it into the hardware store?" Jack asked between deep breaths. "We have to try," Kenji answered. "It’ll take too long to move that barricade. We gotta try the hardware store." If we ...
Brooklyn, New York. It is dark. There are candles around the room. Kenji is kneeling on the matted floor. A ‘tatami mat’ is what he called it. He is concentrating. He has a serious, all business expression on his face. He looks older than what I remember. “What the hell happened?” I ask. He opens...
I knew why Doctor Hunter had such a worried look on his face, why he kept checking his watch every thirty seconds. According to the voice on the other end of Kenji’s radio, there was an entire horde coming this way. An endless stream of people who were infected with the Oz Virus. The horde s...
He had been shot in the chest. The bullet wound was close to the heart. Really close. "What do we do?" Maria asked. "I… I don’t know," Daniel replied. "Do we cut it out?" I asked. "Yeah in the movies, they’re always cutting the bullet out," Jack said. "That seems to work pretty good, right?" Dani...
I read this book a few years ago that I found in my dad’s study. It was about a man chained to a wall in a prison. He was being tortured. Pretty gruesome stuff. The skin on his back and his arms and his torso and his legs, every part of his body had been flayed off with a splintered bamboo cane. ...
He tells them not to let anyone in other than himself. “Can you use that thing?” he says, asking about my rifle. “I’m OK. Better than some.” “All right then, let’s go up to the second floor. You might be able to take them out. You’ll have a pretty good vantage point.” I nod my head, thinking to m...
OK, technically it is a diary. Dear Diary... Nah. I'm not going to do that. I just can’t bring myself to write those words. Even though I just sort of did write those words. But anyways… Yes, Kenji. This is a diary. But I think I'm going to call it a journal. Sounds less girly, I guess. So why am...