PaulClover

The Samaritan is burning.I shield my eyes from the flames, stumbling around through the blazing hallways of the ship. I can barely breathe, the smoke seeping into my lungs like ...

We manage to scrounge together a camp, lighting fires from the clothes of those we have buried. I stand away from the others, staring off into the abyss of the ...

Silently, like prisoners leaving their cells for the execution chamber, we leave our makeshift camp and head out into the endless desert. We follow the smoke rising above the horizon, ...