The hunter kneels on the side of a sweeping hillock, lets damp blades of grass settle amongst his fingertips.
Week 36 - The Sounds Above
Above, the creatures turn and tumble in their anger. It is thunderous; a cacophony of inevitability that makes the walls of our decaying bunker rattle. I look to Grace. She sits calmly, wrapped in the thinning blanket of her bruised arms. The fear has gone from her some time ago, replaced by a cold quiet. I am envious.
Week 26 - Half Way
Week 10 - A Dog
Week 08 - Homeward - Part Three
Week 07 - Homeward - Part Two
Fredriks collapsed to his knees in a sea of blue. Wherever he was, the geometry was beyond his understanding. There was only colour – a wide wash of azure that enveloped him, held him up, kept at bay the cold void outside. It was a serene escape, a final twist in his final journey. And it would all be for naught if he died within the all too tangible confines of a space helmet.
