Category Post-Apocalypse

Scar began his tale: “I was down on my luck, late in 2016 I think it was. It was mid fall and while the brown, orange leaves were still clinging to their unreceptive trees, winter was fast approaching, it’s cold… Continue Reading →

“I’ve got some stories of my own to tell, if you wouldn’t mind listening to them.” chuckled Vasily after downing two shots down his throat. “We’re all ears old timer!” exclaimed Petya welcoming the initiative. Vasily’s face grew darker and… Continue Reading →

Petya, began in a rather dreamy yet simultaneously serious voice.  “What have you heard, about the fields just east of what was Orenburg?” “On the borderlands?” Scar asked and Petya nodded in confirmation. “The traders coming in from the south… Continue Reading →

The wind blew through the night air, rustling the grey leaves in the half-dead trees, the tops of whose crowns disappeared in the near constant fog, high overhead. The fire crackled again loudly as it split in half another well… Continue Reading →