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March 23 - April 2, 2022
headlock. I believed that I—Edgar Hill, husband, father of two young children, homeowner, Englishman, full-time employee of a large, self-serving corporation, the name of which was soon to be scorched forever from its office walls—was the product of a sick environment, a civilization that had failed beyond hope.
STRIKE IMMINENT
Strike imminent. A multiple asteroid strike on the United Kingdom is imminent.
The hatch
On their cellar. In Scotland.
digestive biscuits,
‘apocabox.’
reasoned that the Rabbits were pill-heads, stoners, and kids on acid; thieves, criminals, and hooligans. They were used to running, used to surviving in shitholes. Those who survived the wreckage would find filthy, safe holes to shelter in, routes in and out of abandoned underground shops, and plenty of storerooms to plunder.
bloody…
Brit swear word, like it.
Are you barking mad?”
Love it!
local,
Bar
Dad left us when we were little. Mum popped her clogs a few years back. So no, no family.”
We ate the rats. They weren’t good.
“Did I ever tell you I used to be a postie?” he said.
In Australia
“A postman, you know? Delivering letters and parcels?”
I had gone into cramp.
We spent all those years worrying about what we were doing to it, scrubbing our tin cans for recycling and installing things to catch rainwater…”
And then meteors hit or volcanoes erupt, all for nothing.
“So the world ends, and you lot start a running club. I’ll drink to that.”
fusty smell.
