Based on Canada'a Golgotha by Francis Derwent Wood It's the dead of night and you are sound asleep inside the trench you dug.  Dreaming of home, or the Kizar, or some froline, I dunno what Jerries think about.  It's cold, dirty, damp. I'm coming to take you out of your misery. In the shadows we lurk, clad in darkness and wearing more blackface than an American minstrel show.  In my hand a butcher's cleaver, readied over you.  Why not just shoot you?  Simple - guns are loud, k

The three of us sat in the concrete bunker. Our living situation since the nukes fell a year ago. One year of sitting in a dark, concrete room under the ground, lit with a fluorescent tube that started flickering two months ago. Shelves stuffed with cans of beans and spam and bottles of water from a begone era where taps existed. The closet of a toilet, which began reeking about six months ago, being the only reprieve from having multiple sets of eyes staring at me, and us. T

Hello Dreamers, Below is chapter 1 of Guide from Madness, if you wish to get an idea about the quality, pacing, and overall style of the writing, feel free to give it a read. Now, quick disclaimer this chapter is pending another editing pass and will have some differences in the final work. Enjoy. Chapter 1: Helen watered the garden in Lord Baxter’s estate, staring at all the pretty flowers beading water from the iron watering can designed for this very purpose. From forge