Exclusion Zone 15

02.04.202X - BASTARDS Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.   Fuck the rain, fuck the asphalt, fuck running away. He wouldn't have believed it if he heard it yesterday, not with a hand on the bible, not under oath of perjury.   Why now? He'd just gotten two weeks of leave approved, he'd just gotten away from the giant pressure cookers at Blue Grass and the fucking poisons they were “neutralizing”, he'd promised the wife he'd finally prioritize being a good fucking father figure to Tina, but instead–   Him. A deserter. Leaving his post, leaving his comrades, leaving everything behind. Not in a million years. Never.   fuck the gravel and fuck the disease and fuck the rain and   Still, what choice was there? He let out a shaky, raw breath, copper in his mouth and lungs, raw, bloody copper ripping his throat open like a million hooks forcing their way out through his windpipe, and he kept going. A tired eye trained on the treeline, he cursed and swore and grit his...

 Her Revolution   The shovel split the sandy earth – quiet, metallic noises bouncing off birches and evergreens. Despite stripping out of her usual armor she could still feel sweat pouring down her back, gluing her shirt to her protesting muscles, stinging in her eyes, burning in her scars and scabs, the warmth of a Kentucky summer night suffusing her, like a blanket draped on top of the world. Her mouth felt like it was too dry to even spit with – courtesy of Rufus' old berry wine – and she silently cursed herself for not bringing a water bottle along. Could have been worse. Sahara, New Mexico, Gobi, Kalahari. Might as well be happy. It's the little things. Still... six feet? Two meters? The ground was sandy, far too sandy, there hadn't been much rain, every single shovelful of sand removed seemed instantly replaced, running in from the sides of the hole every time she as much as shifted position. She had to be making progress, right? It would have been easier with th...

Earl Grey and Stale Cookies The couch, while strange in color and slightly threadbare, was still more than welcoming. Warm and soft. Cozy, even. As she sat there, melting into the cushions, eyes half-lidded and staring off into the crackling fireplace, Sayori finally found herself at peace. Katie was up to something in the kitchen, softly humming to herself while working. The only thing missing would have been the soft pitter-patter of rain on the roof, or perhaps howling winds – something that would justify her lazing around on the couch even further. Then again, it's not as if she was missing out on anything. While she didn't have any idea of how the place was with the entire family present, she still felt surprisingly at home. It was a far cry from what she was used to – her one-room, while fairly nice, was still quite plain. White walls, gray wood laminate floors, a black-and-white wall hanging emblazoned with a Tarot print, plushies and pillows scattered about the be...