jw martin

The thing about making a mistake—a really big mistake—is that afterwards, everyone looks at the one who screw-up differently. That screw-up is me. Enemies that used...

I approached the inner gate of the overpass and peaked at Ferguson, who was on guard duty. He was lounging in his chair, studying a porn...

We filled the boat we found in the Megamart parking lot with supplies and any building materials we could find. A storage trailer would have been...

“Come on,” Jack said. “You’re acting like you got a plan, so what now?” Standing on top of Megastore shelves in a dark store surrounded by...

I stood by the overpass, waiting for Gianni to bring back the new people I had to babysit, when Dawn found me. A cigarette dangled from...