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Mir Warrior
Nothing beats training like beating down a foul-mouthed fellow.
Bottoms up
If I say this will increase your lifespan by double while regressing to a youthful look...No? Then how about I call an exorbitant price? Interested now aren't we?
Apocalypse Notebook 4
"Mr Fallam, please have a seat. This is Mr Grell, the truck driver.""Please to meet both of you. Time is of the essence, so if we could complete our transactions and ensure the container delivery.""Of course, of course."The manager beamed.This young man had placed an order the day before with the intention of future deliveries. Luckily, when he informed the higher-ups, they diverted some containers to the branch. Now his warehouse was overstocked and ready to handle the Monday order."Mr Grell has already delivered a ...
Apocalypse Notebook 3
Saturday night.Jason ignored the incoming call, silencing the ring. The old man was probably steaming with rage on seeing the accounts emptied.Who cares, though? After tonight, he would rise to become a kingpin in the city.He placed his precious materials into the leather backpack and pulled the string tight. Flipping and buckling the cover, he sighed.No matter how much he prepared, drained his funds, and maxed his cards, butterflies flapped in his stomach.The descent of the red mist, heralding the apocalypse, filled him with dread. A stray bul...
A trip to tell the story of a strange tale
The carriage wound down the narrow lane in the darkness of the night.Only the moon shone with its light. Window shutters open to allow the cool breeze of autumn to enter the crooked frames of the clustered houses flickered with candlelight.Some of these were gifted by the Behemoth Gang courtesy of the balding man on the wagon. His old villa hideout was now stripped and probably rented.It didn't take long for the meandering wagon to find its destination. A cloaked figure in ragged clothing sat outside the door. In the shadows, he remained mo...
Thank You All
This is a heartfelt thank youto all of the Readers who joined since I returned to writing.I decided to place the quill down from editing, to praise all my members.To the ones who supported me at the highest tier, I can't express my genuine appreciation. I'm trying to place my thoughts into words to promote additional chapters for your enjoyment.Please hang in there, Bandit Hunters! I'm trying my best.For the old and new Snowbear Fighter, many thanks for remaining loyal, and for joining recently. To write the truth, I'm in the pr...
Apocalypse Notebook 2
Jason paced at the foot of his bed, glancing ever so often at the view outside.What was a bustling metropolis would deteriorate into a hell on earth. The entire world would become a dystopia.How bad compared to the city?He, nor those whom he knew, possessed the answer. Those who ventured out never returned.The rugged, broad-shouldered young man ran his fingers through his lush, short blond hair.Walking away from the window, he sat on the bed and faced the long oval mirror. A square-jawed, blue-eyed, handsome Caucasian returned his stare. His ha...
Into the open
Old Willow was thankful he had a lifestone-reinforced heart.First his grandson, now this.He should have remained in the Pass...
Apocalypse Notebook
How generous are you in a concrete jungle?
Apocalypse Notebook 1
The moon hovered high over the city—a watchful distance envied by its many residents.The wind swept over the occasional low growls, shrieks, and curses, all synonymous with city life.Residing in a metropolis always followed the unspoken rule: eat or be eaten.Who knew this was not only meant to be taken literally?A bolt crunched into the skull of another rabid rat as the hound-sized creature dropped and twitched.Jason loaded another bolt while surveying the battle.At the front, facing the corner of the park, his lieutenants and captains choppe...
