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Dead EarthI’ve reached the top of the building. The sky is filled with dark clouds, as is the usual. The air isn’t as toxic up here as it is down at ground level, so I take the opportunity to take my gasmask off. It’s uncomfortable and makes the air taste stale, but I’ve grown accustomed to it now. I look out across the remains of the city, destroyed and locked in perpetual twilight by the nuclear war that destroyed most of civilization. It used to be called World War Three. Now it’s just called The War. It’s not like any of the other wars fought throughout history really matter anymore.
In the distance I can see the Shamblers starting to form a horde. The Shamblers are those horribly disfigured and mutated by the radiation of The War. We call them Shamblers because most have trouble walking properly with their disfigurements. They’re feral. I’ve never encountered a Shambler with any sort of mind left. They have a tendency to assemble into large gr
Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
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