“I want to go back home,” Jeanine said to me, “take us back home.”
“This is home now,” I said, “I’m so sorry.”
Help was coming, but not soon enough. Help was coming, but not for us.
The heretics in block six stood facing the televisions, like sentinels, until their bodies rotted and were blown away by the storm.
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Autumn Christian is a horror writer currently living in Austin, Texas. The Crooked God Machine is her first published novel. She can be found at http://www.autumnchristian.net