Category Archives: Day 10

            Something felt wrong as the horses clicked over the concrete toward camp.  Kellin shifted uncomfortably in her saddle, glancing sidelong at Tala, who’d ridden back with her to round up Rory and the flatbed.  Tala tilted her head, looking … Continue reading →

            The sun went dark for no reason.  Thom’s heart thudded against his ribs, skipping beats as he dropped what he was doing.  His instincts said this was bad.  The hairs stirring on the back of his neck told him … Continue reading →

            All he could think was that they weren’t supposed to die here.  This wasn’t right, it wasn’t their time.  J.T. held Carolyn tight against his chest, teeth grating at the shrieking sound.  The creature that leapt at them hit … Continue reading →

            Drew had never actually seen one of them before.  He’d sensed them, sometimes heard them, but never seen one—they’d always been beyond his ability to see.  After seeing the creature once, he never wanted to see it again.  The … Continue reading →

            God, what a mess.  Jacqueline suppressed another wince as she passed the curved needle through the flame of a borrowed lighter, sterilizing it for the task she meant it for—stitching Matt’s face back together.  She glanced at Leah, who’d … Continue reading →

            A strange sound echoed off the ruined buildings, faint, and if it hadn’t been so odd—and if Carolyn’s head hadn’t come up so quickly—they might have ignored it.  J.T. saw her move out of the corner of his eye … Continue reading →

            Thom sat quietly, staring at the bottle of pills in front of him, stroking the black furball ensconced in his lap.  The kitten had apparently adopted he and Marin over the past few days, and nothing he did could … Continue reading →

            Jacqueline shook her head, staring down at Thom’s ankle, still black and blue and swollen to the size of a small grapefruit.  “You know, Thom, we gave you those crutches so you’d stay off your ankle.”             “I am … Continue reading →

            “…I think he means that,” Brandon said lamely.             “Y’think?”  Kellin snapped, mind racing as Stasia tried to calm their panicking horses.  Hellions on pogo sticks, this was the last fragging thing I expected!  She looked at Tala, who … Continue reading →

              Stasia whistled ahead of them, and Kellin reined up her horse, a gray mare they hadn’t named since rescuing her and her stable mates from possible starvation the week before.  The mare trotted forward a few more steps … Continue reading →