The Forgotten Colony

by J.B. Ryder

I was supposed to be having fun, right? Wrong. I was supposed to be sitting in a dark corner of my room with a bag of Doritos, editing my book.

You're wrong. You're all wrong. And we're gonna fucking die because of it.

With his eyes trained on the man, Zach's face went pale, as if he had seen a ghost. Because he had.

"I think I got it," said Erik. He waited a moment before elaborating. "You woke me up just in time for the end of the fucking world."

"You're not a killer, Zach. You're a survivor. But not a killer."