The Gates of Eden, Part Nine

5/5/22   We've got new problems, now. I don't have a lot of time, but I wanted to get this down. I started giving Nate and Ted duties as we worked together over the last couple days. They can both work hard, which is good. I was worried Ted wouldn't take to manual labour since…Read more The Gates of Eden, Part Nine

The Gates of Eden, Part Seven

All the way to the horizon, the road was filled with cars. Rusted out, most had broken windows, some had crashed into the ones in front of them before they were abandoned. Skeletons of broken lives that had run until they had run out of gas...

The Gates of Eden, Part Six

Damn my wife is good.  Or maybe I just overestimated how cutthroat Al really is.  Or maybe I underestimated how cutthroat Anna really is... 

Gates of Eden, Part Five

What Anna said has been wheedling away at my brain for days now. 

The Gates of Eden, Part Four

I told Anna about Al's deal. I think that was a mistake. 

The Gates of Eden, Part Three

4/21/22 Casey and her group left today. Thought I’d feel better, but I’m anxious. Her husband, John, said something that’s been bugging me all day. “You know something, there’s a lot of people travelling the highways by foot up here. We tried to take a shortcut to get away from em, and ended up here.…Read more The Gates of Eden, Part Three

The Gates of Eden, Part Two

Everything feels like a threat now. Ever since Sheriff Brown came through here, I’ve been giving myself whiplash trying to follow every snapping twig, every rustling leaf, and every creaking tree

The Gates of Eden, Part One

I’m really only writing this because Anna said I’d go crazy out here if I didn’t. I don’t know, might just lose it anyway.

Scavenger

The slight in and out hiss filling the absence of sound in space is quite calming. It reminds me of Star Wars. Darth Vader. Maybe not the most calming of presences, but it reminds me of a better time. Sitting in my orbital pod, warm and cozy, hooked into internet I was siphoning off a…Read more Scavenger

Perfect Game

I imagine this must feel somewhat like skydiving. Standing on the edge of a precipice, somewhere between glory and oblivion. No going back. No quitting while ahead. All you can do is jump.