FollowLinks to Part I and Part II Petra woke as the bus left I-15 and entered Salt Lake City’s downtown. She looked at the clock on her tablet. 4:12 PM. They were only five minutes behind schedule. That wasn’t too bad, she thought. In her experience, buses always ran later than five measly minutes. They …
See Part I here Petra saw the first hints of sunrise as she returned to the lot where the car was parked. All but dead on her feet after the obstacle course, she needed some sleep. She was still wearing the outfit from the challenge since her clothes were gone, which wasn’t optimal. But, she …
Petra waited nervously behind the curtain. She knew there were two other people on the stage with her, but she couldn’t see them because of the walls of the booths each of them were in. She could hear the noise of a crowd on the other side of the curtain, an indistinct murmur that rose …
This story takes place in the same universe as “Welcome To the Shitshow.” If you asked them, most people would say they were not doing well living in the ruins of society. Jake Hess, however, wasn’t most people. If you asked him how he was doing, he’d have said, “Eh, I’m okay.” That’s about as …
The apocalypse wasn’t going the way anyone expected. I mean, we were sitting around in our pajamas, binging Netflix, and trying to find toilet paper instead of sporting leather and chains while wandering the barren wastes searching for water/gas/food. Calling the current situation “dystopian” might not have been the most accurate description, but it felt …
“What the fuck, man? How did we go from being the most feared motherfuckers in the state to the guys people call when their fucking cat’s up a goddamn tree?” Skinner rolled his eyes at Junior’s questions. The boy set way too much store on his reputation as a “bad guy”, he thought as he …
[Going live in 3, 2 …] “Let’s get ready to MUURR-DDERRR!!!” [Cue theme: (music plays and graphics flash on screen) Cut to booth in 3, 2 …] “Good evening, folks, and welcome to the Murderdome! I’m Damiyen Glaz, here with my favorite color commentator, Argun Zandr. Say hi, Argun! “Hi, folks. You’re in for a …
Ryan Palmer loved being a grandfather almost as much as he loved telling stories to his great-grandchildren, Seal and Anemone. He heard them coming well before they bounded into the room. They stopped on either side of his chair. “Tell us a story, Grandpa!” Seal demanded. My god, they have so much energy, the old …
It was one of those moments Aidyn lived for. He trimmed the sail and felt the sand skiff pick up a couple of more knots. Blasting across a wide-open salt flat while looking for the spring so Whiterock City could have water was about as much fun as you could have anymore. He remembered the …