"-There's food and medical supplies in there, make sure you share 'em ( Read more... )

Keep an eye on the entrance to Milliways long enough and you'll see just about every possible emotion on the faces of the people who pass through it. The look on the face of the bar's most recent patron is nearly unreadable unless you know him well enough, in which case you'd recognize it as relief.

"We've got to stop meeting like this."

Sometimes, in war, even medics get wounded. These men are sometimes the hardest ones to care for, like Gene for example. When the door opens from Holland there is no sign of Eindhoven in the background. The sun is starting to set casting purple, red, and orange hues across the sky as if nothing were wrong in the world. It seems all the dark clouds ( Read more... )

If the blogotubes are to be believed, it's the Zombie Apocalypse out there today.

Tom is happily unaware of this fact, but he can't help glancing at the front door uneasily every once in a while, as he munches on Fritos in a booth and tries to focus on a copy of an Ikea catalog. The day feels . . . weird.

There's a momentary chill in the air as the door opens. The entering figure is somewhat obscured for the moment by the large box of food and medical supplies he's grappling with ( Read more... )

He may be new around the place, but there are certain advantages to having friends who've been in the bar before. One of them is knowing that it's safe to hang around for a while. Which is why Riley's curled up in an out of the way booth with a bowl of cold cereal ( Read more... )

[OOM: Some days are good, some days are bad, and some days you go shopping in a historical landmarkHe enters the room backwards, both hands occupied with shopping bags and muttering something under his breath, so it takes him a moment for him to realize that he's not where he expected to be. When he does, he looks even more annoyed ( Read more... )