At around ten that morning, after being rudely awakened by persons unknown who were holding his car hostage, Dean was armed and anxious, pacing by the front gates as he waited for his brother and whoever else was going on this suicide mission retrieval run ( Read more... )

Just after 7am, a blaring alarm began to sound throughout the camp. At a tiny console set up in the front of the main hall, a screen flared to life and blinked with an incoming message.

Greetings, Survivors ( Read more... )

Their first stop after the crater had been LA ( Read more... )

Steerpike was not usually one to be caught off guard by anything, for he was the type to cover every possible angle of everything that was likely to happen. Systematic, thorough, and clever far beyond his class, he was nonetheless at a loss to explain how he found himself where he was.

He was quite certain he had fallen asleep in his bed last night ( Read more... )