John The Shepherd

John The Shepherd by Hector M. Rivera Prologue The hooded figure darted from shadow to shadow blanketed by a bright noon day. The gutted torn buildings gave birth to crooked shadows like some demented Dr. Suess nightmare. Empty rusted cars provided his cover as he slowly neared his prize. It was being guarded by aContinue reading “John The Shepherd”

Pre-Destination

Pre-Destination How did I end up here? My body is burned and I’m laying in a dumpster. I’m too weak to scream out for help. Who would help me anyway? Even God’s own advice was repugnant too me. No self respecting three piece suit could even stand to smell me let alone help me. MostContinue reading “Pre-Destination”

Clap If You Believe In Fairies

Clap If You Believe In Fairies By Hector Rivera Setting: dark room, one chair, light bulb swinging. The victim is tied to the chair. The killer stands freely moving about as he wishes. He wields a dull black tactical survival knife. Note: The victim wakes up, tied to a chair. Gregory: I’m glad your up.Continue reading “Clap If You Believe In Fairies”

The Last Good Man

The Last Good Man by Hector M. Rivera The last good man was 32 years old and tied down to a gurney. It wasn’t a hospital that was his home, but a deep underground military base. His captors had been testing him for weeks. He, like his unfortunate comrades were special forces troops, otherwise knownContinue reading “The Last Good Man”

The Cracking Egg

The Cracking Egg Ben was a dependable man. Always on time, always in full uniform. Every gory detail that came down from his superiors was followed and executed to complete perfection. He completed his missions even when he began to have trouble sleeping. His mind screamed out and banged around his skull like a racquetContinue reading “The Cracking Egg”

No food

This is the third night out. I cant find food. It’s safer at night. No muteboots. They like the day. So full of themselves that their kills are more fulfilling in the day. Cyborgs addicted to blood. Not vampires. More like demons. Their prey? The younger the better. Theirs nothing left of the world butContinue reading “No food”

The Canyon

The lone cloud above the man in the canyon top silkily slid across the deep blue sky. His submachine gun was pristine. The ripper catching sun and shadow in its malevolence. The man was patient, waiting for the right time for his assault. It was imminent, as the doomed enemy platoon squeezed through the canyonContinue reading “The Canyon”

a zombie apocalypse story

Sometimes when I’m walking down a lonely dirt road the crunch of my boots on the gravel comfort me because it means I’m moving and I’m mobile. Those little sounds tinkle into my ears and I am absorbed into a zen like state. It Doesn’t much matter to me that the world has gone toContinue reading “a zombie apocalypse story”