I spat out my tea across the table after Fiona’s ridiculous comment.
Eustace led us out of the cellar as mortars rocked all around us.
Four soldiers drew their guns and aimed them at me, the laser from their sights hovering on my chest.
Her house was less a place to live and more a warehouse, full of bits and bobs, a massive hoarder’s den with things and stuff everywhere.
I wished I could happily skip down the hall to meet my friend. I wished we lived in the same world we left just a couple short weeks ago.
A woman gets sick of living during the Apocalypse so she sets out to Hell to kill the Devil.
