Death’s Game 14: Vivian Bates

I’m jarred awake by an alarm at six in the morning. It’s still dark and the message on my phone screen says “stretching”. The room is freezing, the bed is soft, and my eyelids are heavy. There’s no way I’m getting up for that. It comes back only five minutes later, and five minutes after […]


<Continued from Cut Off The Head A tremor shot through Charlie’s body, like he was finally more tentacle than man. His limbs were rubbery and misshapen, his head oblong, his neck stretched so thin Ameka could see the tentacles coming up through it before they left his mouth. She pulled the trigger. One more junker […]

Death’s Game 13: Ally Jones, 3

Groggy. Ears ringing. About to vomit. Eyes slowly open and then slam shut as soon as the light creeps in. My body is unsteady even though I’m lying down. I’m cold beneath the blanket, like it’s not even there at all, and I’ve already instinctively curled myself into a ball to retain heat. “Great, you’re […]

Cut Off The Head

<Continued from The Lab Continue to Master> Charlie just managed to dodge the tentacle as it swept through two of the junkers nearby, and then stumbled and fell over one of the upturned benches. He vomited in his new hiding place a few moments later, but then realized his hiding place was not hidden nor […]

The Lab

<Continued from He Knew What He Was Getting Himself Into Continue to Cut Off The Head> Ameka’s back was cramping from the tension. More than once she had to wipe her sweaty palms off on her pants. Her breaths were slow and forced so that she’d remain calm. If it were loud or threatening, she’d […]

Deck Three

Photo by Antonia Lombardi // Unsplash <Continued from Blackmail Still clean. Spotless. Unsettling. Ameka’s grip tightened on her gun. The lights flickered every so often. Industrial ticking down the hall. Minor damage—a broken console, dents in the walls, shattered glass underneath a broken lamp—but no signs of life, live or dead, other than her and […]