There's blood drying on Chancey's face, and it's starting to itch. The asphalt-burn on her cheek is still seeping slowly, sticky warmth welling up and dribbling down her jaw, but it's the smears drying around it that are really driving her nuts. She hefts the handle of her ax momentarily to one hand, scratching at them irritably with the other, but ( Read more... )

There's that blue and green striped house again, minding its own business, never asking for any of the things that have been happening to it lately ( Read more... )

Wanda doesn't remember how she got to the bar ( Read more... )

Something is rotten in the state of DenmarkWisconsin, and Locke can definitely smell it ( Read more... )

Today is just a day like any other post-apocalyptic day in Hell; you avoid the vampires at night and during the day, collect what supplies you can, survive as best as you can. Wanda had a particularly interesting experience last night, what with her boyfriend getting involved in no less than three punch-ups (okay, one of which was not his fault at ( Read more... )