Guns n’ Graves – 12
Author: Jim Bronyaur
Frequency: Once a week
The young man kept next to John and kept silent. John watched as the young man’s eyes scanned the forever looking desert. They had moved in silence for hours and there wasn’t a thing in sight. That should have made John worry, but considering the recent run ins with zombies and mirages, he welcomed the nothingness.
“Where are we going?” John asked.
“Where we need to be,” the young man replied.