I Explode Things.
Within the dust zone there is only one way station known among even outsiders, Bertie’s. When trouble’s coming, Bertha knows about it. Already burning midday heat, I ride the lead in Leviathan with Leonid manning the .50 caliber from the truck bed. He’s a deadlier aim and Leviathan’s undercarriage can withstand improvised explosives better than … Read more Paraplegic Zombie Slayer:p.7
“Did you see that?” Pyotr winces as he sits up. “What the hell was that thing?” Mykola whispers. “Screw that. Did you see the way I knocked it out of the air with my ax?” Pyotr pokes Mykola in the chest. “I saved your hide.” “After you put all of us at risk with your … Read more Paraplegic Zombie Slayer:p.6
Pyotr’s chest hits the edge of the pit hard, catapulting shattered lath and earth in an explosion of dirt and blood cry. Bouncing backwards into the pit, he’s gone in an instant, taking with him his mother’s fair hair, slight frame and lightning temper. “Pyotr!” I watch impotently, my twitching finger resting on the trigger … Read more Paraplegic Zombie Slayer:p.5