The cool night air felt refreshing on my skin, I could almost convince myself that the grip of painkillers I had downed might do the trick this time. I threw the two empty sports drinks into the bin along with the mostly full packet of painkillers.

Couldn’t let Celia find the evidence of my nightly ritual. She would just make a fuss and force me to go see more specialists. Having spent over a year being……

The colony was in danger. The Silo’s, the living historians of the colony had memories spanning generations. They knew of the Good Times, when we found that entire four leg and had it to ourselves, to the Lean Times when the Foragers had to push further and further from the colony to secure Nutrition.

Then there was the Dark Times, when the Fire Colony attacked and managed to strike deep into the heart of the Colony. When the Queen herself was forced into battle. The tales the Silo’s tell of the Dark Times were to ensure we are ever vigilant against……

What would you do if you knew you were going to die?

The timer dings next to my head pulling me out of a dream where I was trying to explain to my dog why it was not cheating to pat other dogs.