On a winding dirt road through a pine-laden forest, there stood a small booth seated before a massive wrought-iron gate. Barely larger than a portable toilet, this booth was glass on the three front sides, plastic paneling on the fourth. It was inside this booth that a man sat at his desk, leg kicked over his knee, clawing at the leafs that made up a large tabloid.
Holding a flashlight in one hand, Jameson tried multiple times to turn the page; his chapped fingers slid off the corner, unable to

The sirens were the first thing she noticed.
Even as she opened her eyes, she did not comprehend what it was she saw, more a mix and jumble of abstract concepts and ideas than coherent information through her retinas.
As the obscure cocktail of colors coalesced into something more legible, Catherine Denise began to realize just how much of a shit-show she’d found herself in.
“Oh… Oh my God…”
To begin with, she was now outdoors. She hadn’t been outdoors earl