“I’m sorry, Veronica. I could have saved you. But I didn’t. And I cannot forgive myself for what happened. I promised I’d deliver flowers to you…every day. I’m getting old sweetie. I can barely remember my own name.”

Zachary sat in a chair with a bottle of pure vodka. Fifteen years ago his wife, Veronica J. Wilton, was killed from a burglary. Zachary had been pushing for an investigation and yet ...

“Everything is fine…Just a simple wreak…”

Vivian was hesitant to keep speaking about the incident. No survivors other than herself with the radio system out.

“If I’m able to survive at least a week I can make it out! Just need to remember how to do things. Scavenge and Search for high ground.”

The more she would move the more her body would say enough. The blistering hot sun. The lack of wind. ...

Just walking around in 2092, doing what I usually do, about to go write a paper for a company who claims to have seen Godzilla.

“What a bunch of idiots…Godzilla, and every other kaiju have been dead for decades, how could anyone have seen Godzilla.”

As I made my way to the door passing the tram cars as if they were floating above me. I couldn’t help but to notice something in the distance. Smoke...