Author Archives: Erin M. Klitzke

            The left hook caught Phelan in the jaw and he went sprawling, landing with an oof against his heavy backpack, beached like a turtle stuck on its back.             “J.T.!  Holy shit, what did you do that for?”  I … Continue reading →

            Firelight lit the stranger’s face as he smiled faintly in response to the question asked.  “No, you’re not the first group of survivors I’ve run into, not by a long shot.  It was a long ride to get here.  … Continue reading →

            “Riders!  Riders incoming, southwest.”             My head came up at the sound of Jack’s shout.  He had the patrol watch that hour.  My heartbeat quickened.             Someone blew their whistle, calling everyone either to the walls or to cover.  … Continue reading →

Short update today, mostly due to the fact that it was my birthday weekend.  Sorry, guys!  Turning the big 2-9 was a little more important than…well…stuff.  I’ll make it up to you, I promise!             I stared at Rory as … Continue reading →

             “If we can figure out who was fucking up the wards in the first place, we’ll be able to stop them from doing it again,” Rory said as we headed for the next ward in the ring, this one … Continue reading →

Rory joined us after I’d had a look at the second ward.  The first had been in better shape than the second, and I was still on my knees in the grass when Rory walked up.  The damp had soaked … Continue reading →

I kept walking toward Thom and J.T.  A few people paused in digging to wave as I passed, and I waved back, not quite seeing who they were.  I was too focused on my quarry. “So is he going to … Continue reading →

            “Anyone else get hurt?” I asked him after he brought me a pair of shoes.  The temperature had dropped again outside.  Winter would come earlier than we anticipated.  He answered me as I pulled the shoes on and we … Continue reading →

            My body felt like someone had stretched me out and tried to tenderize me with one of those mallets you use to flatten meat.  There was a dull throbbing behind my eyes, but I was able to mostly ignore … Continue reading →

            J.T.’s head pounded at counterpoint to his heart as he slowly came around, sprawled flat on his back in the mud next to Thom’s equally sprawled body.  Rain was light on his face, but the clouds were black as … Continue reading →