Before the bullet rips through the skull of the abomination, Casanova has already pulled back the bolt to load another round. A hundred yards away Solace limps as quickly as his broken body can take him. The fall dislocated his shoulder and ripped his knee open. Casanova shoots and misses by inches, instead killing Doc … Continue reading Late Eight
The Fallen
Kal, the small community that sprang up from the McWrither regime, is sleeping soundly. None aware that the brothers are down two members and the living are on a long trip to a reassignment facility. The few guards on duty walk the streets in pairs, smoking and quietly telling jokes. All Blind to the dark … Continue reading The Fallen
Three Years
“Is he dead?” “No I think he is just asleep.” “Cas, that’s a horrible thing to say.” “Pat I know he isn’t dead, it’s a joke.” “Doesn’t hurt to check though,” Jacob kneels beside Solace and checks for a pulse. “Yeah he’s asleep.” “I’m not asleep, just resting my eyes.” Solace slowly sits up, his … Continue reading Three Years
It Is Only A Game
“Alright men, before we head out to battle I have something to tell you,” Cas says. He looks around at the motley crew eagerly waiting their orders. Doc fin with his black eye, Jacob reading a book, Andy drawing on his shirt, little Ted Farms adjusting his hearing aid, and Mat Webb the six foot … Continue reading It Is Only A Game
Around Town
“Alright, we saved the leg.” Doc Fin says walking out of the only other room in the tiny hospital. Jacob and Cas stare wide eyed at his bloodstained apron. “Oh, no this always looks like this. He didn’t lose a lot of blood.” “We did have to take some skin though.” Teller says taking of … Continue reading Around Town
Scrub Up
The morning is hot, which is not good for Solace. The fever that started late last night has gradually climbed, the convulsions are worsening and there is nothing the Patchworths can do. Teller has found a few Herbs that have helped the wound on his pain but it is Allan’s splint that has helped the … Continue reading Scrub Up
Patches and Eyes
“Fuck!” Cas yells from under the Mustang. “Solace, you hit something and your front suspension is shit out of luck.” “Cas, we have a problem with this one, too.” Allan calls out from under Andy’s Charger. Both walk over to Solace and show him the metal cylinders that caused the damage. “This was in the … Continue reading Patches and Eyes
Highway Home
“So are you going to tell us what we’re doing?” Andy’s voice is distorted through the CV radio. “We are doing a job for an old… business partner.” Solace responds. “Nancy, right?” Cas chimes from the back seat. “You said her name was Nancy right?” Andy asks. Taking the speaker from Solace, Cas yells back, … Continue reading Highway Home
Bad Nurse
“Are you sure? He’s going to get better?” Andy says leaning on his new cane. “Yes, the poison from the Consolida, or Larkspur, was the cause for all of the hubbub.” The doctor says, his hands on his hips and cocked head show a little too much relief. Jacob doesn’t let up, “what about the … Continue reading Bad Nurse
Interview: Allan Part 2
Allan: I guess I’m early, I guess I can work a little more (pulls out a note pad and doodles) Edgar: my god I love it when you work like that. It’s almost like you don’t know I’m here. Yes, keep ignoring me, like a walker on a church day. Regardless of how I move … Continue reading Interview: Allan Part 2
Thought of a Thinker 