Stay smart, stay alert, stay alive. That is all.......

The man up ahead shuffled around as though lost in a daze. his bumbling movements lending to the air that like the town something was not quite right with him. From the distance they were at Joseph could barely make out that the figure was male, roughly his height, and had a slight build. Slowly he made his way forward waving for Jeb and John to stay back, the two fell in behind him but didn't follow once he had gone further than the first door down the main hall.





"Excuse me… Continue

"Finally! It's about damn time!"

Shouted Jeb.



For what had seemed an eternity, the occupants of the black suburban and roared down old country roads through what had seemed like a never ending forest. Further upahead though the feint lights of a city could be made out as they crested their final hill. Through the dense fog that had seemed to come as if from nowhere buildings bathed in the eery yellow glow of undercared for street lamps began to pick themselves out from the dark.… Continue

As the light came in to view, a vice like grip took hold over his stomach. Up alongside the road the beginnings of an auto shop could be seen. The place looked normal, it's garage doors were painted white the paint pock marked with chipped spots, the windows were plastered with sales signs and information about the store, and the building itself had nothing in the ways of decoration. The oddest fact that struck him though, was that the entire building on the inside was on fire.



At… Continue

The Road to Resolutions.





The sky overhead darkened, the ominous clouds gathering overhead only helping the sense of depression and helplessness that had so recently begun to cling to the occupants of the suburban that rocketed down the road.



He had only been driving for about half an hour since they had left town, and already Joseph could feel the nagging sense of doubt building in the pit of his stomach. Right before their departure from the police… Continue

Dark Omens







The journal of Joseph Hernandez, current survivor, current resistance member.



June, 20th, 2009.







You know they had a saying back at work, back when life was "normal."



"The chair, a one way ticket to hell."



It was an all encomposing phrase. It summed up the final chapters of the lives we put behind bars so well. Their last meal, their last view of the sky and then bingo, clock out time, the end… Continue