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Kat Morgan

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Sam Becker

Days later Houston, having recovered from the attack, stood in a dusty atrium in one of many deserted, faceless municipal buildings in the city. "Which one?" he asked Deego grinning and holding two button badges to his sleeveless denim jacket. "That's Pain, or You Cranial Joker?"

Deego considered this, biting his lip as he looked from one to the other, contemplatively. “You Cranial Joker,” he said at last, nodding as his did. “It’s a lot more unique than ‘That’s Pain.’ Everyone deals with pain, but a cranial joker? That’s one I’ve never heard.”

The dripping red smile on the bald head seemed to smile wider, was that just his imagination? "Well you know now," interrupted the other dark figure. Deego gave an uneasy smile. There was something wrong with the tones of the two figures. "Look, I have a dentist appointment. Can

you get tha...". There was a sudden explosive light and a sound so deep and subsonic that she couldn't hear it but felt it course through her viscera. Eyelids tight as fists she only saw red and black as she was blasted off her feet and slammed hard into something. She came to

what had to be hours later, or possibly inside, as her surroundings were now so dark she couldn’t see.
Or... was she blind?! Frantically, she began to feel around as sharp whimpers issued from her mouth. 
“I think she’s awake!” said a voice. A light clicked on several yards away

She waited for her eyes to adjust but the room before her stayed black. Her heart sank until- "Sheesh, I told you to replace these lights! Ugh." A flashlight turned on and before her loomed a scarred face. She heard it saying something, but she blacked out once more from shock.

chaotic shadows would come tearing in here any minute. Something in him snapped. Screaming like a pterodactyl, he crumpled to his knees. He couldn't hear them anymore, but that way he wouldn't know the exact moment he would die. After a while, he confusedly stopped. Why wasn't h-

Spain or Ukraine?

Spain or Ukraine?: Part II

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They had stopped to give the roadsign a closer inspection, grey dust covered the rest of the panel. "I'm sick of this shit," said Houston, "where are we now?". Deego had dismounted and scrubbed away more dust. "Prystan", she prodded the word. "Hola Prystan. We're in Kherson!"

Almost immediately, he heard the high-pitched, blood curdling screams coming from behind them. Is he the only one who heard that?, he wondered looking over at the roadsign again.

He assumed he was. He usually was. He didn’t like imagining things but these screams were so disturbing he hoped he was.

As the screams drew closer, he covered his ears and found that this action did, indeed muffle the sound slightly, therefore he had to come to terms with the fact that this was not his imagination, and if this were the case, what should he do? He was no hero, he knew, and those

Zoe Becker

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.

He couldn’t tell if she was a match because her head was covered with a scarf and, of course, she was wearing a mask.

All at once a blinding light coursed through the space. Jerry and the woman froze. And then a creature appeared, seemingly from the air itself.

Jerry felt his heart thump wildly. The woman jerked, sprang up, and stepped backwards, bumping into the chair behind hers.

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