The sun sets on us all.
A fallen angel shudders with fear.
Each barricade improved their chances of survival, and many found solace in every corridor, staircase, window, and vent that was blocked. Continue reading ““Barricades ‘R’ Us””
A watery grave holds only so many drops.
The night light flickered.
You need a shotgun to squash these bugs.
“The lightning bugs sure are glowing bright tonight!”
The Romans recycled almost everything.
Pinned by Vandal hordes, the Romans sought any advantage.
“Move the undead soldiers to the front lines!”
“Why the ominous name?”
“The colonists refer to this as the ‘death drop’.”
Who doesn’t love 90s sci-fi?
His shovel was ready.
He dreamed of his more leisurely pursuits.
“Is someone up there?”
John pulled down the attic ladder. His children cowered behind him.