Felix's Page

The wind screams through the car as I speed through the night, chilling me to my core. My knuckles grip tightly on the steering wheel, turning a dull, frostbite blue. I lift a hand, balling it into a fist, then releasing it, trying to get some feeling back into the rough, callused appendages. It's not working.



I curse under my breath, and continue driving.



Tim's voice sparks through the radio, "Alright you two it's 1 A.M. Time for an Armory news gossip… Continue

My mind burns with images of rotting hands, clawing and grinding against the walls of the compound. Flesh scraping, peeling itself from their mangled bodies, painting the wood and stone a dark, cancerous red.



We walk silently through the courtyard, the neon lights burning into my eyes, blinding me, disorientating me. Making me feel even worse about the night to come.



The Gate looms ahead. Cold heights of spot-welded steel plating, wooden balustrades. Foreboding and… Continue

The vodka bottle makes a familiar clink as it's set down on the coffee table. Old re-runs of History Channel documentaries flicker on the TV set, playing to no one in particular. The time code in the right hand corner flicks happily away, counting down until the end of yet another tape.



I know when those numbers run out, it would be best to switch the whole thing off, save power, save generator fuel, potentially saving lives. But I'm too drunk to care.



Forgetting the… Continue