Talking

The Drum did not stop its violence. Other Unnamed had ceased their attacks on humans unless provoked. This one did not. It continued to kill and hunt them in daylight and moonlight. It preferred the shadows. It was the regular type of Unnamed, a towering black cloud with golden bones and spikes. Its hood was …

A Streetlight Requiem

It had lived in them for years. It was in their dreams, fantasies, and nightmares. It followed them during the day, night, and everywhere else. It watched from rooftops, sewers, roads, and alleys. When it truly learned about them, long before the Drum woke, the world was different. There was less technology, fewer people, and …

The Leaning Gun

Doris was surprised she missed it. The Drum was over. The monsters were still lurking about, but they were mostly calm unless you fired a bullet in their direction. It was difficult to resist this urge after nearly a year of killing, fighting, and maiming. Even at Doris’s age, she still helped other survivors battle …