As children, the world is terrifying? Shadows in a dark corner, noises in the kitchen or the tall dark stranger that approaches you and your mother in the parking lot
We waited outside the first shelter. Infected approach from the back and right. “Remember, they can’t see us,” our leather faced guide named Scotty said to me. “If your quiet,
Station 1 was a bus station. An thin building with glass and wood planks surrounding most of the walls. A carport stood to the right with a single bus underneath
Jean Luc, dressed in a long dark cloak that hung around his frail frame, stood within the darkness at the back of the room. Patrons or congregation stand waiting… The