I Explode Things.
The wind and constant creep of knee-high dust obscures the opening of the pit as we pull within sight, but clearly something has disturbed it. Splintered wooden lath creates ragged jaws around its edges. “No one rushes in, Pete!” I yell over the growl of the engine and the constant drowning hush of sand washing … Read more Paraplegic Zombie Slayer:p.4
Ghosts never sleep in the dust zone, and the living expect each day to be their last. Worse yet, will this day be the day the toxin tips the scales of a loved one? It’s rightfully said that in the dust zone everyone sleeps with a rifle under their bed and a bullet in their … Read more Paraplegic Zombie Slayer:p.3
After shoveling down what’s left of the morning’s oatmeal with a wooden spoon, I drop the pot into the sink and reach up to slap Mykola on the back. With my legs I would have been taller than him, but he’ll outgrow us all before puberty runs its course. I turn to Pyotr, my middle-born, … Read more Paraplegic Zombie Slayer:p.2