Author: Adam

Day of Dread, Part Four

Continued from Part Three The guard led Snyder out through the stockade’s back entrance. The sunlight felt awful salty on his wounds. A black stretch limo waited. The guard slapped on Snyder’s wrists a set of electromagnetic handcuffs. “If you travel more than a quarter of a mile, these things will provide nasty feedback.” The…

The Great Search, Part Twelve

Continued from Part Eleven Junior stood outside Zach Wallace’s down-town New York office. Junior picked up his cell phone. The caller ID indicated it was Grandpa. “Hey, Junior, how goes it?” “Just finished filling out the property loss forms for the Justicemobile, and I’m headed to see Zach Wallace. How are you?” “Hospital food is…