“I’ll be honest with you Supernatural.” “Max” “Max. The thing is, I have trust issues.” I looked at the gun pointed at me, cocked my head to the side and smiled. “No, really D?” He smirked at me then picked up his cup to take a drink. We were seated at a table in the kitchen of the fire station. After my ‘take me to your leader’ quip, he’d brought me in here, made us both coffee. I could have married him right then. We both still had our guns so it could have been a really special shot gun wedding. “My girl, she’s aRead More →

Zombie Serial Episode 7 (read the start here) I woke to the dulcet sounds of the song of my people, the low continuous moan of the zombie choir, so soothing! For once I took the time to appreciate the nuances, the changes in pitch and tone. I don’t know if it would be a number one hit but you might just be able to dance to it. As they sang the chorus again I pried open an eye, checked the door was still closed. Yep. It would have to open soon though, the woman would need another dose of meds and my bag was snugRead More →

Serial fiction part 6 (read the rest here) “D?” “It’s okay baby,” D spoke quietly as he stroked her hair gently. “Doctor Max is going to take care of you.” He watched the other man, saw his eyes fixate on the shotgun for a moment. “I sure am,” Max muttered as he looked away from the weapon and tapped the syringe he’d prepped. “Ready?” “Go ahead,” she said, her voice weak. Max picked up an antibacterial swab and went to open it but found his wrist locked in a strong grip. He looked at D’s hand then up at his face. “Wrist’s are fragile.” HeRead More →

Zombie serial part 5 (read the rest here) Now that was a hell of a mess. Well organised though, bodies to the left, heads to the right. I guess that way there could be no accidental re-attachments. Wait, was that even possible? Who knew? With this new breed of brain munchers, anything was possible really. My jaw cracked in a yawn but I decided not to try to count the hours since I’d slept; pretty sure I’d seen two sunrises without any shut-eye though. I’d been watching the fire station for two hours now and there’d been no sign of life. No signs of theRead More →

“Don’t!” Stomp. “Ever!” Stomp. “Touch!” Stomp. “Her!” Stomp. “Fucker!” “I think he got the message,” she called out from her seat on the steps that led to the second floor. “You think?” Stomp. “Fucker!” She looked over at the body, the stump of its neck, the head a pulpy mass on the ground. “Pretty sure,” she said with a groan. His head came up, his eyes locked on her. “You’re hurt,” he accused, as if he hadn’t just annihilated that undead fucker for hurting her.. “Thank you Captain Obvious,” she said weakly, her hand clamped to her side where blood trickled from the wound. “LetRead More →

Serial Fiction Part 3 (Part 1 here) (Part 2 here) “Ready to run princess?” “Are you serious?” She looked at him with both brows raised. “Have you not noticed the crowd outside?” “Them?” He shrugged, unconcerned. “By the time they see us, we’ll be gone babe,” he said with a grin. “You’re an idiot,” she sighed as she checked her holster then gave her bat a test swing. “Am I crazy?” He struck a thinking pose. “Little bit.” He held up his hand, finger and thumb an inch apart. “Fucking lunatic more like it,” she muttered. “Tell me again why we’re not waiting until nightRead More →

The Daily Prompt is Obvious “We are so screwed,” he said under his breath. “Thank you Captain Obvious,” she whispered back. “Do you think they saw us?” “Are my brains being eaten right now?” She arched a brow at him. “Yeah, yeah.” He curled his lip in a sneer and she poked her tongue out at him. Her eyes went wide , horror registered on her face, her hand grabbed for his as he lurched away from the wall he’d been leaning against. They watched as a hand pushed through a small hole, grunts sounding as flesh was flayed from the fingers then the handRead More →

The daily prompt is Fifty Smoke rose in a fat lazy plume from the car bonnet, the quiet pops of the cooling engine sounding overly loud to the tense inhabitants of the stricken vehicle. “This doesn’t look good,” she muttered as she peered into the distance. “You think?” The thunk, thunk, of shells loading drowned out his curses. “We’ve been in worse situations though,” she said cheerfully as she checked her own weapons. “That’s not exactly encouraging babe,” he said absently as he put the shotgun aside and pulledĀ  a pack from the back seat. “Sure it is. We survived then, we’ll survive now.” HeRead More →