You’re probably wondering why I’m sitting here – cowering, really – in a pool of my own urine.
“Dad, there’s a dead guy in the front yard.”
She’s standing ankle deep in the ocean, dress balled up above her knees so as to keep it dry.
It’s just Old Man Bishop and me left now, the rest of our families have killed each other.
The Enola Gay. Alan had visited it many times in the past, but he felt like he’d never actually seen it until today.
They had been walking for weeks by the time they reached the abandoned castle.
James reclined in his lawn chair, the small campfire burning a void in his back yard.