ASAS: Survival of the Fittest–Chapter Twelve

Ryan’s eyes snapped open. The noise was very familiar, yet extremely foreign. He climbed from bed and approached the window then just as quickly ducked as he did and made his way back over to the bed. “George! George! Wake up,” he whispered whilst gently shaking her. She stirred and shot him a disapproving look … Continue reading ASAS: Survival of the Fittest–Chapter Twelve

ASAS: Survival of the Fittest–Chapter Eleven

It was well into the small hours of the morning before the truck came to a stop. Kas was too exhausted to carry on driving. Jay thought about taking over from him, but instead decided on everyone resting up. They happened across a large house on a hill about a mile away from a sizeable … Continue reading ASAS: Survival of the Fittest–Chapter Eleven

ASAS: Survival of the Fittest–Chapter Ten

Leaving the town had proven easier than any of them could have hoped. The truck was a heavy, cumbersome thing; it had no problem in flattening any lurcher that stood in its path. Within a matter of minutes they were out onto clear roads. Darkness quickly fell. Ryan stared out of the window and looked … Continue reading ASAS: Survival of the Fittest–Chapter Ten

ASAS: Survival of the Fittest–Chapter Nine

The message was passed to all that they’d be on the move soon. There were protests, as was expected; however, nobody was going to argue with the fact that staying was simply untenable if the town was about to be reclaimed by the undead. Jay confirmed that they’d be leaving around sunrise the next day … Continue reading ASAS: Survival of the Fittest–Chapter Nine

ASAS: Survival of the Fittest–Chapter Eight

It was extremely fortunate that Ryan and Kas recognised the path they’d walked along a few days earlier. An orienteering sign with a gnarled tree trunk stump nearby was the giveaway. From that point they knew the town was only an hour’s walk away or so. The number of lurchers had reduced greatly since Ryan’s … Continue reading ASAS: Survival of the Fittest–Chapter Eight

ASAS: Survival of the Fittest–Chapter Seven

The flames danced with spirit as the fire grew in size and ferocity. It quickly engulfed the adjacent side of the cabin from which Ryan and Kas stood, who were waiting patiently for their moment to run. They could hear the excitable sounds of the lurchers as they were drawn towards the blaze in number. … Continue reading ASAS: Survival of the Fittest–Chapter Seven

ASAS: Survival of the Fittest–Chapter Five

Ryan held his breath. The sound of shuffling feet and the occasional throaty growl could still be heard. At least they weren’t hammering on the side of the shack anymore. He looked across the room towards the shivering Kas whose breathing was becoming increasingly laboured. That was all he needed, to soon be sharing the … Continue reading ASAS: Survival of the Fittest–Chapter Five

ASAS: Survival of the Fittest–Chapter Three

The splitting headache made itself known before Ryan even struggled to open his eyes. For a moment, he had no idea where he was. He instinctively reached out to his alarm clock and fumbled around. On feeling nothing he pulled a perplexed face and lifted his head slightly to look. A few things hit him … Continue reading ASAS: Survival of the Fittest–Chapter Three

ASAS: Survival of the Fittest–Chapter One

The truck rumbled into another town midmorning the next day. It was just as well because they were practically running on fumes. The town was big enough to assume there’d be a petrol station and places in which to find food. The only problem was that there were lurchers—a lot of them! Kas had run … Continue reading ASAS: Survival of the Fittest–Chapter One

Paul.E.Bailey’s World – Five Stupid/Pointless Things I’d Do if Money Was No Object and I Had Too Much Time on My Hands

As it’s April 1st I feel some foolishness is in order. I’ve been a bit too serious of late and would like to drag things back to a more shallow and humorous note. Let’s face it; we’ve all thought about what we’d do if we came into an obscene amount of money. Here in Britain, I … Continue reading Paul.E.Bailey’s World – Five Stupid/Pointless Things I’d Do if Money Was No Object and I Had Too Much Time on My Hands