Shared from Days with the Undead…
They sat in front of their screens, unable to tear their eyes away from what was unfolding. In some areas reports were sporadic, only coming through hours after the fact when safety and connectivity permitted. In others, they streamed live; shot from balconies and roofs as the world succumbed to the encroaching virus. The feeds were terrifying but the message was the same: the end is nigh…
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save mankind, they said. They didn’t say that to do it, first he had
When Tornahdo signs on the dotted line, he puts his life into the steady
hands of the mighty Ghost Corps. Three grisly deaths and three
agonizing resurrections later, he’s assigned duty on the space
station Enderium Six.
He’s facing his most dangerous mission yet, the very reason the corps
Do they expect him to win? Fat chance. Tornahdo and his team are already
dead and this mission is codenamed “Lights Out.” No,
there’s more to this than he can see.
To discover the truth, he must face an unbeatable, unkillable enemy, and
this time–somehow–find a way to keep himself alive…
exists. He must take out the king responsible for every war
between humans and Ultras since the origin of the Ultra bloodline.
If he succeeds, the war is over.
If he doesn’t, the Ultras will rule
mankind for another thousand years…
Tentative footfalls echo in the expanse of the blackness, their shuffling pinpoints her position for anyone—anything—listening. Eyes wide, trying to make out non-existent shapes, looking forward, unaware of an actual direction.
An inky blur passes in front of her outstretched hand; too fast to make out a shape or size. She startles, her breath catching in her throat, ears straining for any sound.
Where is it?
What is it?
Low growls come from all around her. She’s been circled, trapped.
Hitting the ground, she tosses the candle, hoping they’ll take the bait. But they can smell her fear…
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It’s crazy what you see when you look into the darkness. Motives are indiscernible and friends are truly enemies when the cards are down. In this corridor we call life, we can open doors on either side of us. But do we choose that new path or continue down the hypnotizing one we’re conditioned to accept? Do we break free of what we believe is preordained? Are we strong enough to look beyond the blinders we’re accustomed to? Or will we stay hypnotized?
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Grasped in my hand, I clutch the chalk, leaving a line of it along the asphalt as a trace your body. When we were younger, the outlines were smaller; butterflies whose wings stopped fluttering, birds who fell from the sky at the end, small squirrels caught beneath the wheels of a faster car.
The world has changed since then. It’s dirtier. Angrier. Apocalyptic in its need to conform to a society where no one cares for their fellow man.
But I still care. As I finish, I look at the tips of my fingers stained dark with blood and chalk.
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