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,

THE RUDE ONES STORY 5 – Anomaly, Outskirts, At least I have vodka

He was exhausted when he crashed through the door and into the deserted Laundromat. So focused on his return, he did not notice his companion apparition, was nowhere to be seen, “Lenny?” No response, just the empty room. “All by myself again,” he hummed, just before the sadness overwhelmed him. “This time I will die

THE RUDE ONES STORY 4 – Anomaly, Outskirts, inside the hideout

The initial idea was to starve himself to death right here inside the hideout, thought it pointless to even attempt to scavenge the city. He knew of only one trader in this area and judging by the mob activity below, was confident that traders’ location, was overrun with every unfriendly incarnation imaginable. Not to mention

THE RUDE ONES STORY 3 – Anomaly, Jupiter Yanov station, lost to the zone

As he lay sprawled out on the warm pavement under the afternoon sun, and in a pool of his own blood. He was taken aback by how wonderful the weather had been all day. We still have clear sky’s with a mild breeze and a slight chance of being lost to the zone. “Clear the