The first time she saw him, really saw him, she thought he was a ghost - some sort of hallucination.  She thought that she was going mad with hunger, she was so hungry, she thought her stomach was eating itself - that's how it felt anyway.  She had been so hungry those last few months that she did things only desperate people do, she dug ( Read more... )

Everything was fucked.  At least that's how he saw it, that's how it sat in the pit of his stomach and tore at his guts with it's claws, eating him from the inside.  He didn't know why he did it, why he offered the little girl up to him, like some sort of sacrifice, and offering for his pleasure.  Here he was playing with another human ( Read more... )

    
    With the silence in the truck that morning, he knew something had to snap.  He knew himself, and he thought he had figured out the man next to him, and that knowledge gave him the foresight to predict that the good natured friendship the two had established of protector, protectee, and giver and reciever - just wouldn't last.  Why did he ( Read more... )

         It was like something out of those black and white western movies Adam use to watch every friday night with the troops on the base.  A nameless stranger wanders in out of the desert, half dead, looking for blood, and for answers.

The only thing about this stranger is that he didn't have a gun, and from what Adam could tell - he wasn't ( Read more... )