Rewriting Undeath, Chapter 1: Who Writes This Garbage?

“You have got to be fucking kidding me! Why? Why the fuck?! God damn it! There were a million different things you could’ve done John, but you obviously pick the stupidest fucking choice because… Plot?! Who gives a fuck about plot?! Grah~!”
Continue reading

OtE Prologue: Michael

Humanity has fallen. We all knew that this would happen eventually. There is no escaping from fate. But I refuse to submit! I will not die! I am an ancient immortal… Though I may have been incubating within this pathetic human form for the past twenty-seven years, I am finally freed from the shackles of society’s foolish constraints! Continue reading

Chapter 22: Survival of the Fittest?

As the five of them jumped down from the second floor of the collapsing inn, Sarah yelled “Let me go! Where the fuck do you think you’re touching, bastard?!” Michael did as she asked and released her, just in time for her to fall face-first into the relatively-soft dirt; while he was able to land on his feet, to avoid receiving any damage. Continue reading