Too Tough To Die

Act 1 “Matilda, do you remember what happened?” John said when I came back. Of course I remembered. Nobody could forget a day like...

Separate Ways

Clothes, ammo, and food. Things that’ll sell even when people are scared and times are hard. --far too many aspiring shopkeepers Lucinda Clover, “Lucy” to everyone...

A New Law

For the first time in hours, the streets of Gomorra were quiet. But this was a new kind of quiet. With Montreal, the quiet was...

Exeunt Omnes

The sword on Abram’s hip was heavy. For some time now, it had weighed on him. Heavier than the gun in his holster, heavier...

Echoes

There was an eerie quiet that held sway over the town below. The smoke from the explosions was still rising, the dust still settling,...

Blood Moon Rising

Deputy Timmons reclined in his chair in the sheriff’s office, crossing his boots on the mahogany desk. The sun was on its way down...

Moving Forward

A knock sounded at the door of the president’s office of the Morgan Mining Company, de facto headquarters of all Morgan operations after last...

Satiating the Darkness

Nathan Shane and Warren Graves were stocking up on supplies at the general store when all hell broke lose. It started with a series of vibrations, followed...

Desperate Times

Abram Grothe paced Dave’s cramped sheriff’s office. Well, it’s my office now, he thought. He stopped and stared at the cluttered piles of wanted posters, briefs...

Auto-Revolver

“Actually Mr. Healey, it’s rather simple,” Elander Boldman explained once again, quite proud of his creation. “It has a small clockwork engine inside. Unlike...