You are Steve, a survivor trying to survive in a world filled with infected zombies everywhere. You have a pistol and a backpack. You have managed to survive several months avoiding zombies and scavenging food. You cautiously enter a rundown store and hear a noise.
Flash Fiction
The Invention of Teleportation
The clock showed 11:58AM. The computers and machinery around me were humming with energy. I sat strapped tightly to the cloning chair so I wouldn’t move too much once the teleportation process began.
The Black Market at Costco
I’m going to tell you a story that may or may not have taken place at Costco. It’s a story so wild that it may or may not have ever happened. Actually, who am I kidding? I totally made this shit up.
Father’s Day, 2043
people. Back then, her father would say, you didn’t have to hunt or forage for food. Everybody had a job to do, and when you did it, you got money for it. All you had to do to make a living was do your job and get your money. With the money, you could trade it for food, shelter, tools, or whatever you needed.