Tag Archives: Blood-soaked and Contagious

“Gotcha.” I whispered, and crumpled to the cold sidewalk. “Nice, cold concrete. Good concrete. Make my balls hurt less, please.” A large finger tapped me on my shoulder blade. “You hit?” Shawn, the mammoth from across the way, asked me. … Continue reading →

I looked around at the four pairs of eyes that were drilling holes in my skull, and really wished I were anywhere else but on the floor of the bar. In the back of my head, Leonard Nimoy was explaining … Continue reading →

“Don’t complain to me! I told you I’m not a barber.” Tracy said. “I’m not complaining at you. I really appreciate you for taking care of this for me.” I told her, taking both of her hands in mine to … Continue reading →

“Look, Frank, I was an EMT before the world started to end. I’m the closest thing to a Doctor nearby, I’m willing to bet.” Tracy said to me, in all seriousness. “Ow.” I whined. “You need to know if you’re … Continue reading →

Wherein our hero displays aboriginal skills from another culture… When you come home from a long day of whatever it is that you do, in a normal world, you don’t find yourself looking down the barrel of a shotgun for … Continue reading →