22nd June 2016
High-rise Block 137, Apartment 779
New York, USA
12:21 AM
The sounds of a struggle drifted up the staircase from the lower levels. It sounded like a group of heavily armed Ministry of Internal Affairs agents were going from apartment to apartment, combing the high-rise.
Miles Donovan sat on the three seat corner sofa in the front room of his dingy, squat-esque apartment, pistol, perched next to him and ready to fire. Bottle of whisky in hand.
He knew this day would come, he knew they’d come for him eventually.
It had been seven months since he had disappeared from the radar. He knew they’d find him eventually, i
Bielski Train Station had fallen in a critical state of disrepair over the years. Stagnant water dripped from broken pipes and collected into murky puddles on the cracked and broken floor tiles. Razor sharp glass littered the floors and window frames, the odd fragment occasionally breaking off and shattering on the ground.
Vasili led Katenka through the wreckage of trains, long since disused and forgotten in favour of newer, more advanced models. He kept a firm grip on her hand, using his free hand to point a 9mm pistol ahead of them in an attempt to feel somewhat intimidating to any potential attackers.
Vasili knelt on the ground, glass cr
Bradley Harrison awoke with a head like thunder. The combination of high grade Russian vodka, quality Russian food and a high grade Russian woman had left Bradley feeling rougher than a bear’s arse. The white led on his PDA flashed frantically, the PDA vibrating violently in correspondence to the flash.
Bradley reached out to grab the PDA, knocking it on the floor in his still partially intoxicated state. He grunted and reached down to pick it up, a grunting sound came from behind him. He looked round to see a partially familiar face from the night before. He smiled at her, she smiled back, exposing a mouth of almost perfectly white te
Katenka was frightened. With her right hand she gripped the edges of her blanket tightly, holding it around herself to shield her naked body from the biting cold of the Moscow ghettos. With her unused hand she grasped at the shoulders of the man leading her through the crowded streets.
“Don’t worry Katenka” Vasili panted, exhausted from running “I won’t let them take you, I promise”
They forged a path through the murky depths of the Moscow underworld, Vasili intent on hiding Katenka from their pursuers.
“Where are we going?” Katenka asked
“I know of people who can keep you safe, they c
How longs it been? Days? Weeks? Months? Years? Fuck it. Its been too long.
Too long since technology went down and the world went black. Too long since humanity turned on itself in a combined fit of primal fear of the unknown and heartfelt longing for the world and the life that once was.
World leaders were powerless to stop it. Military forces were unable to destroy it. Nobody saw it coming.
I. I remember watching it. Many called it the Rapture. Judgement day. Whatever religious bullshit name you can think of for it. Whatever it was. It happened.
It happened and nobody saw it coming.
Until it was too late.
A child calls out for his mot
Space. The perpetual blackness stretches as far as the eye can see above me. As I lie back, staring up deeply into the star scattered blanket above me I can't help but wonder. Why? Why me?
I guess like any story really, we have to begin at the start.
The Old Republic: Knightfall (Part One) by BUNNISON, literature
Literature
The Old Republic: Knightfall (Part One)
The observation room of the Sith warship Deliverer was silent as Darth Nydus meditated. His black robe floated around him, suspended by the force. The air around him crackled and buzzed with a sensational crimson electricity and although the lights had been set to full illumination, the room still seemed unusually dark. Nydus took deep breaths, channelling himself internally. He could feel the force around him, he twisted and manipulated it at his own will. He allowed himself a momentary grin of satisfaction, like a storm, his powers were reaching their peak.
He searched the force for his target. A Jedi Master by the name of Aras Venn. Venn
Echelon Two Six: Chapter One by BUNNISON, literature
Literature
Echelon Two Six: Chapter One
Operation Seraph
Sarajevo, New Serbia
22:00 hrs
June 2nd 2016
Sgt James 'Rabbit' Archer
Echelon Two Six
22nd SAS Regiment
Rabbit drove south through the dark backstreets of Sarajevo. It wasn't the same place since the Balkan Reunification Pact had reunited Serbia under a bloody and harsh regime. Murder, ethnic cleansing, concentration camps springing up all over the Balkans. You name it the BRP were doing it.
The Allied Nations had unofficially sent troops into New Serbia almost instantaneously. The last thing they needed was another rogue country with its finger on the nuclear trigger, what with the Prussian Iron Reich threatening to
FIRST CONTACT
By
Jack Bunney
FADE IN:
SLOWLY, A SHIP DRIFTS THROUGH THE STARS
The Iron Hand a large human Dreadnought class spacecraft is drifting through space; it's smooth and sleek blade-like form cutting the airless vacuum of space like a hot knife through butter. On closer inspection the words TERRAN DEFENCE FORCE is printed on the side in stamped white letters. The ship is bristling with guns and defenses. The CAMERA slowly inspects the length and width of the ship, finally zooming into the ships bridge. The bridge is teeming with activity and several TDF naval officers are inspecting consoles and recalibrating hull defenses and m
22nd June 2016
High-rise Block 137, Apartment 779
New York, USA
12:21 AM
The sounds of a struggle drifted up the staircase from the lower levels. It sounded like a group of heavily armed Ministry of Internal Affairs agents were going from apartment to apartment, combing the high-rise.
Miles Donovan sat on the three seat corner sofa in the front room of his dingy, squat-esque apartment, pistol, perched next to him and ready to fire. Bottle of whisky in hand.
He knew this day would come, he knew they’d come for him eventually.
It had been seven months since he had disappeared from the radar. He knew they’d find him eventually, i
Hi, whoever’s still watching.
It’s been many years since I’ve fired up this account and to be honest I never really thought I would again.
But alas, here I am.
I hope everyone’s had a great holiday and has a wonderful new year.
Many thanks.
B.S
Hello all, I hope your all doing well.
Just to let you all know I shall be starting a new series. It will be under the title of Will The Last One Out Get The Lights and will be a story about a group of the last humans on earth trying to survive amongst the ashes of a post apocalyptic disaster.
The introduction is already up and I hope to release the first part by the end of the week.
Cheers for reading guys.
- Jack