“Twins” by Mike Toomey
You could tell by the way that they cleaned the guns that they’d been taught by the same person . . .
You could tell by the way that they cleaned the guns that they’d been taught by the same person . . .
“Your first body?” “Dead one, yeah.”
Capitán Ernesto Guillén, the chief of detectives for Zone Six of Ecuador’s Policía Nacional, was tired and cranky, but most of all hungry. . .
I knew the precise moment our relationship went sour; I always did . . .
Hedgepig believed in himself; belief without question, utter faith . . .
Three miserable years. But there I was, fucking cigarette in my mouth . . .
Things happen when you’re not looking. Things that you’re not expecting . . .
These punks sure picked an appropriate place to play at the apocalypse . . .