His heart had died, not long ago Broken from loss and pain He drank to keep the ghouls away While riddled with loss and shame   As he grew colder and felt the chill Of death without escape A heartbeat pounded in his chest A choice he had to make   For what happens when…

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Where was I? Why me specifically? You can ask anyone over the age of 20, and they’ll tell you where they were the day Yellowstone opened the gates of Hell. But, since you asked politely and seem too young to remember yourself, I’ll tell you. I was sitting in the pub in Liverpool with my…

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Continued from Chapter 1: Underground, posted January 8, 2016 (Author’s note: Chapter 1, as published here, needs some work. It provides some background, but I don’t think it’s necessary to read the following story/chapter.)   Chapter 2: The New World The door of Amy’s shelter opened reluctantly. It was a heavy thing, made of tarnished half-inch steel, with…

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       I crouched low in the snow, my back up against the brick wall behind me.  The long cloak was spread around my form, fallen snow already gathered on it, making me look like a snowdrift.  At least, I hoped it made me look that way.  My hood was pulled low over my…

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