I Explode Things.
A neurotoxin transforms the Texas panhandle into a forbidden dust zone where Georgy Founder struggles to keep his three young sons alive and together as a family. It turns out that post-apocalyptic 1928 Texas ain’t very handicap accessible, and while zombie-slaying is fulfilling, wheelchair lifts are pretty damn slow.
With a frizzle and jolt the lights burst on. Dazzling bright, they cause the demon to twitch and miss its aim. And Instead of my throat in its teeth it finds my blade crunching through the roof of its mouth. “Back to hell with da lot of ya’! When you get t’ere say hello to … Read more Paraplegic Zombie Slayer:p.10
Back on ground level, I test my wheels before hitting a button on the end of the arm rest. With a metallic fwing, a half dozen blades protrude from both wheel hubs. “Papa, you should stay in Leviathan.” “Leo, you forget yourself.” I growl under my breath, loud enough to be heard over the creaking … Read more Paraplegic Zombie Slayer:p.9
“We shouldn’t stay here long. Secondary fire sign is too likely.” Leonid kicks the left tread. “The first storm was too small for complete burn.” Pyotr grunts. “Not to mention the twitchers that set the explosives. Damn if they aren’t learning my tricks.” “Papa, your legs.” Mykola gestures with his eyes until the rest of … Read more Paraplegic Zombie Slayer:p.8