The Long Winter: Part 1
[i'm not really a writer, i've never tried to be, but i love post-apocalyptic/zombie... [i'm not really a writer, i've never tried to be, but i love post-apocalyptic/zombie based stories and i thought i'd give it a try to come up with my own story.
A Curtain Falls Over Furdom 40: Travels
I tried not to think about it while I stuck my hammer into one shorts' pocket and a bottle of water into the other. The FurShopper loading bay had every fur there readying to leave the perceived safety. The military-types were doing a head-count, all...
A Curtain Falls Over Furdom 39: Assemble
The sun was too hot, and Ethan's wagon was too slow! Even though Isaac and Bradley were busy moving Curtain-stunned zombies with thick work gloves, the hound had to maneuver the cub wagon on a wandering path. Ethan kicked aside an obstructing zombie...
The Winter Wasteland: Evelyn
As it always seemed to be in the Winter Wasteland, it was snowing over the mountain as Veronica sat staring out the window, her feet on the table in front of her and a bottle of water in her hand. A deck of cards lay on the table by her leg, which she...
The Winter Wasteland: Caravan
The air was quiet as the snow fell slowly over the streets of the North Vancouver ruins. Flakes falling by scores to freeze upon the streets or accumulate into piles upon the boulevards and rooftops. The two-headed radmoose -only one of which was...
Chapter 3: Burning Vengeance
Ava stood there in stunned disbelief as she looked around. Her families hard work, her belongings and her home where in ruins. It truly looked like a version of hell. The crops in the field were ablaze, orange flames and jet-black smoke pointing...
A better world part 2
Part 2 The village had lost a few hundred of her anthros when the plague had hit. An awful number of fatalities, true, but the death toll had been higher in most other places. We'd been lucky, if you want to call it that. "Lucky" seems like an odd...
Just Another Job
Just Another Job The day had started like any other for Logan, just a routine contract, nothing he hadn't done a thousand times before in the last five years. Some man had come to him the day before with the usual request, retrieve something private...
Tales from Anthracite City 15: Power Tool
Tales from Anthracite City: Power Tool By Psion All Rights Reserved It was another snowy day in the small human hamlet tucked away in the mountains. People worked at little tasks to keep the village afloat; chopping wood, maintaining a...
Tales from Anthracite City 6: Welcome to Anthracite City part 4
Welcome to anthracite city: hibernation by psion all rights reserved part four of a trilogy _continuing after the events of post apocalyptic paradise..._
Tales From Anthracite City 4: Welcome to Anthracite City part 2
Adam interrupted as the two post-apocalyptic mercenaries walked up behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder as he flashed a smile that carried a silent threat of violence.
Tales From Anthracite City 3: Welcome to Anthracite City part 1
Welcome to Anthracite City By Psion All Rights Reserved _White Mountain Prison..._ Bullets flew as gunshots echoed through the old prison complex. The concrete walls resonated with ballistic noise as combatants cried out in pain or shouted orders...