It wasn’t much of a fortress, but at least the gate kept both the living and the dead out. The dead generally weren’t a problem except on those rare occasions when she had to venture out for supplies. It was the living that concerned her, especially the men. They all thought they were entitled to her body just because they survived the shit storm that had ended humanity. She’d killed more than a few who’d made that mistake. Now, whenever she heard voices, fewer and further between these days, she always hid. It was easier that way—safer that way.
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January 27th, 2016 at 4:59 PM
Never trust a recluse. Being alone for too long can lead to serious trouble.
January 28th, 2016 at 10:17 PM
You aren’t wrong about that, though being alone in small doses is good for the soul.
January 27th, 2016 at 9:30 PM
Wow, that was really scary. I guess the dead aren’t zombies. She must know martial arts to overcome the others. It is easier to hide, though. Well done, Adam. — Suzanne
January 28th, 2016 at 10:17 PM
Thanks, Suzanne. Glad you enjoyed it.
January 27th, 2016 at 11:34 PM
A scary time to be alive. I would rather hide, too. I liked the tone you captured here and how you describe how she has adapted to her new existence.
January 28th, 2016 at 10:18 PM
Those who can’t adapt tend to get swallowed by the madness of the world.
January 28th, 2016 at 10:58 PM
True!
January 27th, 2016 at 11:54 PM
a storm that wiped out humanity…well…I guess we are amidst that.
January 28th, 2016 at 10:20 PM
The current storm may not be the one that ends us, but at the rate we’re going it’s almost certainly on its way.
January 28th, 2016 at 1:08 AM
Boy, how can you know who to shoot anymore? Just shoot ’em all, I guess. Very cool story!
January 28th, 2016 at 10:21 PM
Shoot first and don’t bother asking questions. Questions just complicate the apocalypse.
January 28th, 2016 at 2:18 AM
One never can tell what’s going on behind a seemingly serene and beautiful exterior. I hope she stays well hidden. Terrific story.
January 28th, 2016 at 10:22 PM
The old adage “never judge a book by it’s cover” certainly holds true for this one.
January 28th, 2016 at 2:51 AM
This is excellent Adam. Really chilling.
January 28th, 2016 at 10:22 PM
Many thanks.
January 28th, 2016 at 4:41 AM
Dear Adam,
I don’t hold out much hope for humanity if she’s the only woman. 😉 Chilling.
Shalom,
Rochelle
January 28th, 2016 at 10:25 PM
I don’t hold out much hope for humanity even if she isn’t the only woman. Not in her world anyway. Our world though, that’s still up in the air. We may have a future yet, or we may all go down with the ship.
January 28th, 2016 at 7:06 AM
Bleak, brutal, brilliant.
January 28th, 2016 at 10:25 PM
Thank you.
January 28th, 2016 at 7:37 AM
Very “Walking Dead” 🙂 Double the danger in her world. It’s a lonely existence, but at least it’s an existence.
January 28th, 2016 at 10:27 PM
I don’t think merely existing in her world is all it’s cracked up to be. Sometimes the ones who don’t exist any more are the lucky ones.
January 28th, 2016 at 2:08 PM
Chilling!
January 28th, 2016 at 10:27 PM
Thanks.
January 31st, 2016 at 4:41 PM
Excellent. You present a fear and terror women encountered through the ages, and you present it well. A very likely scenario if it ever comes to that point, which I still hope won’t.
February 1st, 2016 at 8:13 PM
What an existence.