Zach Beacher
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The Eaten
We’re almost there now. We walk through battlegrounds of disease and backlots and every other random happenstance of a place that’s had a run-in with death. It’s all in attempt to not get it. Boardings started a week ago to take us out of the community, it’s one of many that’s been run down by society’s most recent trend of a plague. The sky is grey and the air smells like gasoline whipping hard with the wind. We’re all indistinguishable silhouettes filing forward in a groggy mass.
By Zach Beacher3 years ago in Fiction