“That was a warning shot, d-bee. Try anything funny and there won't be enough left of you worth burying.”

Burning trees cast the area in a sinister play of crimson against the night's shadows. The rippling light twisted the soldiers into gross parodies o…

Three strangers crouched around a small fire, warming their hands. Despite that earlier two of them had come to the third's aid, they were keenly aware they weren't friends but momentary allies; strangers linked by their strangeness. None of them were su…