The crew meets in the cafeteria, tense stares across a large table, one space in the circle conspicuously open.
The glow on my arm, a gentle green, shows that despite my pax’s erratic movement in the back, I am calm here in the front. Though these feelings may not last the ride.
Written for Haywire Magazine. Weather in The Zone of Exclusion doesn’t behave the same way it does everywhere else. Sometimes a furious energy storm sweeps through the sky, shaking the […]