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Genre: Postapo / splatter / scifi

Imagine planet Earth ravaged by a Great War, parched from lack of water, plagued by an extreme and erratic climate… and yes, of course, populated by gruesome creatures from outer space, constantly thirsting for fresh blood. Is it possible to live normally in such a world? Is it possible to ever survive in such a world? Can one do something else besides exist day to day, waiting to die?

Of course not. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

But one of us has a different opinion…


Either I get an answer to my questions, or I end up dead. I’m truly just scared of the first thing. 

— Mark Badluck




There was a tense atmosphere at dinner. Their meal was a can of unhealthily pale, poultry sausages. They tasted like despair seasoned with humiliation.
“We have no choice,” Jolie violated the silence, “we either conform or we’re dead.” She was silent, and then, as though nodding to herself, she added: “There’s nothing else we can do. There’s nothing to discuss. “
“That suits you, huh? You’ll get a job and Viktor as a lover,” said Roderick, who was just poking a bit of the slimy mixture. Since what Paco had said about knowing his intersections outside the network, he hadn’t touched the computer.
“How dare you, little brat? You think I didn’t see how your eyes sparkled when Paco promised you new toys?”
“What you saw is your business, I’d never conform to him.”
Both turned to Anna. She had barely touched the food and stared listlessly at the wall.
“Is it clear here?” She waved above herself, gesturing for eavesdropping. The boy shrugged helplessly.
“Jol is right. We will conform.”
“We cannot!”
“I’ve already decided.”
Go along, she almost said. With that, she got up and left.
She sat on the edge of the canal near the school. Water used to flow through here before and formed a gurgling strip along the main street between shops. The nozzles became clogged, the water dried up, so today just dirt and cigarette butts from twisted paper lay around the gutter. She wanted to enjoy a moment of calm, perhaps her last. She thought of Frank, Simon, her father Norman and her mission. She was afraid, but also felt a certain peace. It was inevitably approaching and she had a clear conscience; she decided correctly.
Around the same time, when the information boards started to frantically blink and the wristers to beep, even people poured out of their houses. She knew that no one would want to miss this matter. The more people knew that she had gone out rather than kowtowing to the dictator, the better.
Anna was not heading towards a certain death. Compared to others she had an advantage. She knew where to find things of value. The bunker where she had spent her youth was located less than two miles away as the crow flies. If she got there (and back) she could provide for her family. Although she shuddered with horror just thinking of the memories associated with this place, the thought of losing and being Paco’s meek little wife made her shiver just the same. And if that didn’t work, her family would be well either way.
        She heard excited voices behind her. She didn’t look back. Now she didn’t have to watch her back anymore. Soon, people rolled up from all sides. They talked to her, touched her, pushed against each other. She got up and went home. The crowd parted, no one preventing her.
“So that was your plan,” Jolie said, “to flee to the other world and leave us here alone.” She waited at the landing, not sitting on the bolted bench. Instead she was nervously pacing up and down.
“I’ll bring weapons,” she tried to sound convincing.
“Bullshit,” Jolie said. Her chin trembled in anticipation of crying.
Anna hugged her. Jolie first wanted to twist away, but then she hugged Anna as if she never wanted to let go. “Maybe I’ll meet Frank,” Anna was keeping herself together, suddenly feeling like crying, too.
“I’m going with you,” Roderick ran outside and looked intently.
She turned to him and smiled. “You are brave, but I have to do this alone.”
“Too late, I already registered in the system.”
The two stared at him, completely unable to speak for a moment.
“I always wondered what it’s like out there. Plus, it occurred to me that you’ll need help,” he said, as if they were talking about a bulb replacement.


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jan holy
jan holy

great book, too short