Category: Sour Ichor

Setting traps for rats and snakes, catching rainwater in plastic jugs and searching the city.

ROGER carried her body as we covered the vast area of land between the ruined city and the bunker.

I awoke to the smell of burning hair and charred flesh. The voices were a mish mash of sounds, murmuring in the darkness.

To enter into the sacred protective society of clergy and holy men one had to veritably sell ones soul, promising unwavering devotion and take an oath never to leave the establishment.

“The ‘skin’ as you refer to it, is made of biomimetic regenerative polymers that are photoreactive. They simulate what would be considered nerve regeneration on a synthetic level.