Back on the SS Survivor, I listen to the chorus of voices echo through Common B. “Good God! You took on a Rabid?” Helen’s ...

The entrance to Barrier Island’s lab is not unlike that of a hospital. Shattered glass doors lead into a dark lobby, now covered in ...

Every instinct is telling me to run. My muscles are tense, and I take a steadying breath. I look to my comrades, a question ...

Bile rises in my throat as I adjust my grip on my sword, perspiration forming at the nape of my neck. My vision moves ...

The soft roar of the waves grows faint as we make our way deeper into the underbrush of Barrier Island. We landed at its ...

It is good to return to work, despite Asher and Val’s opinions. I couldn’t take another day of doing nothing. The social with Asher ...

The best thing about living on a boat during the apocalypse? Is how easy it is to forget the world has gone to shit. ...

Pastor Morgan Williams placed his hat and umbrella on the bench that lined the wall of the police observation room. “Why call me, of ...

Captain Anderson sure loves to talk. My mind drifts; I’m too tired to follow every word, exhaustion pressing in from restless nights. I should ...

Midnight tolled from a distant clock tower, its echoes drifting across the English countryside. In the shadowed hush of St. Carlisle’s churchyard, tombstones loomed ...