January 2011
2 posts
Nightmares
I can hear their moans, the gnashing of their teeth. I know they are out there. They know I am in here. They can smell fresh meat. I can smell decay. I continue to load my magazines with the 5.56 ammo I ordered in surplus before the whole world went to shit.
While I work they continue to beat against the solid steel door to the bunker I now call home. I laugh to my self as I set a full...