Tales from Anthracite City 13: Fall of Apothecary
The fall of apothecary by psion all rights reserved it was snowing gently in the valley around the small post-apocalyptic town of apothecary, but then it was almost always snowing after
Second Chances Part III
Like every morning since the apocalypse began, I woke up to an unfamiliar ceiling, in a house or building I didn't own. One such morning, I woke up on the second story suite of an abandoned hotel, my face buried in a burly black cat's chest that rose...