Survivalists

37. Go Nuts for Donuts!

37. Go Nuts for Donuts!

Donny’s Donuts was on fire. The flames seemed to be emanating from the kitchen and some kind of blast had blown out the windows. Lucky happened to be passing by and he realized this was a chance to grab some complex carbs for his ever-hungry group of friends. Armed as ever with his recurve bow, he approached carefully, worried that the noise might draw CyMS or other dangers.

35. The Shopping Trip - Part 2

35. The Shopping Trip - Part 2

‘That’s close enough,’ said one of the guards when they were within ten feet. The trio stopped and Gadget spoke up.

‘We’re here to trade. We need some trans-lithium Mark Five power cells by Excelsior Power.’

‘Haven’t seen you three around here before.’

‘We live some distance away but we heard about the store. We’re unarmed.’

20. Let Us Not Become Weary in Doing Good...

20. Let Us Not Become Weary in Doing Good...

It was Thug’s turn for guard duty at Auto Technology Solutions. Second shift had just started, and he’d agreed to cover for Lucky, who was making a run to the homeless shelter.

The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the city, as dirty and messed up as it was. Thug didn’t even look at the buildings. He was too busy appreciating the sky over his head; a beautiful sight he had rarely seen while behind bars. Ten whole years had gone by, and the entire city had changed.

17. Cocktail Hour

17. Cocktail Hour

Sergiy Vovk had been stuck in the building for a day and a night. After a fruitless search for an old friend, he’d been forced to seek refuge when he encountered the largest group of Crazies seen yet. Most of the apartments in the building had been locked but one had already been broken into and it was here he spent the night (after blocking the door with a couch and a freezer). From his vantage point at the kitchen window, he had a good view of Jackson Avenue and he hadn’t seen a Crazy for half an hour. Time to go.

10. A Plan to Survive

10. A Plan to Survive

Madoc ‘Lucky’ Lee and Kyanna ‘Artemis’ Orsei had just returned from a patrol and were the last to sit down for dinner. As the tall Artemis took her place, Lucky leaned his recurve bow against the wall. Even when in a safe location, he always kept the weapon within reach.