Alex Aili

Night had fallen, but even in the shadows I could see a mob outside the fence to the ancient house. Most of the hapless souls murmured to themselves. A few, however, gnawed and clawed at the fence, losing teeth and nails. Blood covered their desperate hands, and spittle dripped on Read more…

The gaunt man stumbled out of the broken building into the knee-deep snow, clutching a brittle black binder. His long, dark, centuries-unwashed hair whipped in the wind. He ambled to his idling pickup truck and tore a string of chains from behind the seat and proceeded to coil the jangling Read more…