THE RUDE ONES STORY 7 – Anomaly, Outskirts, still with me

Lenny was not lying, as the words to describe its absence had not registered in their shared vocab. It would learn soon enough, though must stay vigil. It remained stationed by the bunk beds, and watched as the undead assault, trickle into the room. And though unintended, delivered much-needed supplies to this intoxicated vessel stumbling

THE RUDE ONES STORY 6 – Anomaly, Outskirts and still alive

An old laundromat turned base, that’s what this place has become. Two stories of often times disputed territory. He suspected it was once a busy establishment back in the day, before all this zone nonsense became a thing. On good days, this is a safe place to be, especially with companions around. Not so now,