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 …