They talk about it. They stock up on supplies. They practice what to do, where to hide, and what to eat. They build shelters and participate in drills. They draw escape routes, keep extra batteries, and gallons of water on hand. They plan for earthquakes, meteors, volcanoes, and nuclear strikes. ...
I yelled, but of course she could not hear me. Thomas grabbed my shoulder as I lurched forward. “Wait. You can’t storm that place alone. You’ll die,” he said. He shouldn’t have had to tell me. I knew it was being stupid. I wa...
—Barbara McMichael, The Tacoma News Tribune “Sign me up!” —Jonathan Maberry, New York Times Best Selling Author of Rot and Ruin series and Patient Zero "Timothy W. Long brings his undead wit and wiseassery to the urban fantasy genre to fearsome effect. Necromancers, demons, and mayhem...what ...
A couple of weeks ago we’d found some packs of instant Starbucks coffee, but I’d kept them tucked deep inside my backpack and managed to make them last for a few days. Even mixed with cold water, tasting grainy and undissolved, I’d treated them like fucking gold. I’d even ...
My ankle was swollen from last night’s activities. My back hurt from sleeping on the roof. My shoulder barely worked thanks to falling asleep on my own arm. I rubbed my eyes but it didn’t help. They still felt like sand paper. “You might have gotten...
A pair of Z’s were wandering by. When they got wind of us, they lurched toward the chain link fence. “Come on. They’ll leave in a few minutes if we pull a disappearing act. Damn things aren’t too bright,” Joel said. We ducked behind the truck/camper...