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Apocalypse Runner: Inspiration Monday 091911
"Rasine, eh? Nice name," Felix said as he caught up with Bernard. "How are you going to get her back to Roscoe? You can't exactly carry her over your shoulder the whole way back. It might be uncivilized out there, but a man carrying a woman over his shoulder is still unusual enough to garner some attention."
"I figure we'll just steal a horse and take the back way," said Bernard. "No sense making it easy to follow us if someone is so inclined." He shifted the girl on his shoulder, making it easier for him to draw his gun if it became necessary. Continue reading
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Apocalypse Runner: Inspiration Monday 091211
Her eyes were wide, terror filled, like a rabbit backed into a corner by a fox. Bernard was no fox, but he was certainly a predator of some sort, a wolf perhaps, but even that was far too limiting. Bernard fancied himself as more of chimera, a beast of ancient legend, singular, but possessing the attributes of numerous creatures. It was as close a comparison as he could imagine.
"Don't run and I won't have to kill you," Bernard said as he stepped over the dead man at her feet.
"Don't hurt me. I didn't do anything wrong," she whimpered. She was young, not much more than eighteen, but you had to grow up fast this close to a hot zone.
"No one ever has Continue reading
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Apocalypse Runner (09-05-11)
Here is my entry for bekindrewrite's Inspiration Monday Challenge for 09/05/11. I hope you enjoy it. The characters in the story have appeared in another story of mine. I use the setting for all of my writing challenges.
Bernard held still, pressed into a dark recess in the alley wall, watching the guards walk past. They had cigarettes dangling from their lips, the bright cherry at the end ruining any night vision they might have had. He could have killed them before they even knew what was happening, but that wasn't the plan. He waited until they rounded the corner before he took a breath and checked his watch, a rare bit of technology that had survived the apocalypse. Two minutes late. Damn Felix never could keep a schedule even when it was important. Continue reading
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