'Z' - A Short StoryAs the rain pattered down on my bruised shoulders and my muddy hair, I thought about how life used to be. It's interesting that we fantasized about the apocalypse beforehand. We imagined our own deaths. What kind of sick society would make movies or video games about the end of the world? Humanity is a very strange thing, I guess. At least there's not much of it left.'Z' - A Short Story by jamesuyt
I could hear them talking outside. Even their language was disgusting; it was full of guttural slurs. I collapsed to the ground and threw my stained hand over my mouth, not daring to even breathe. The copper-like taste of blood lingered in the back of my throat. A band-aid is pretty hard to come across these days. I signalled for Ellie to stay down, her bright brown eyes shone out through the filthy table she was hidden under. This used to be our home.
We'd moved here when Ellie and I were both very young. I spent most of my free time reading adventurous novels, but Ellie never enjoyed that. She used to beg me to play dol