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The Holocene Extinction
Capri Smythe Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. And the end of the world didn't happen all at once or in the blink of an eye, as the old cliché often said. No, that fucked-up shit happened during a thunderous boom with lights so bright in the night sky, people thought fire had lit the heavens ablaze. And for the past two weeks, hordes of aliens in pods had invaded Earth, carrying away human females. I had managed to stay off their radar by traveling at night.
Day of the Dead
Chapter 1 Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But on October 31st, 2022, the start of el Día de los Muertos, the day of the dead, the Defiant plunged into a black hole in the first quadrant of the northern hemisphere—latitudes between +85° and -75°—not far from the Eridanus sector.