James Fitzpatrick bunted the A-10 over, stabilizing the jet as he dove. His finger was tense around the trigger and he could feel the giant 30 millimeter gun begin to spin up beneath him. Looking through his Heads Up Display (HUD)—the screen on top of his cockpit forward panel—he lined up the aiming pip on the horde of Infected.
There were maybe twenty or thirty, he wasn’t sure, but as soon as the pipper crossed over the frontmost Infected, he pulled the trigger.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTT. Continue reading
3 Months Later
They tracked the blood through the snow. It fell in smaller and smaller splashes, each one further from the last. Their quarry was weakening, their steps no longer frantic and widely spaced. The snow drifts were deeper but the steps shallower.
The doe was dying.
Lindsay Volk was not a hunter. She was barely a survivor. The gun she held in her hands felt heavy and unwieldy despite the instruction she’d been given. Her best friend, Katie Fox, had done her best to show her how to use it. Today they’d gone out so Lindsay could get her first deer. Continue reading
No one has actually asked this, but I thought I’d post anyway, just in case.
Book 2 is starting very very soon. I’ve begun writing it but I have two things on my mind right now. The first is the release of H1Z1 in Early Access this Thursday. I normally release my chapters on Friday. It is entirely possible that if I post a chapter this friday, it will be entirely buried by issues of EA. I have a number of loyal readers (about 40 of you, no small number!) and I would hate to release something for you and have you miss it!
That said, it wouldn’t be going anywhere and you could always find it later.
So I’m considering putting of Chapter 1 of Book 2 until Friday, January 23rd. That would give me more polish time and let the initial excitement of EA die down a little. I might be missing out on some new readers coming to Reddit for the first time this Friday though.
It’s a very tough call.
So, Mike, when are you doing it? The answer is… I’m not sure. I want to see what state the chapter is in by Thursday. If it’s good to go, then I’ll release it. If it is… well, not up to par? Then next Friday instead. Like SOE, I don’t want to release a crap, rushed project.
Why? Because you guys rock and I want you to get the best possible work from me. And maybe I’ll be too busy playing H1Z1 this Thursday. Maybe. But I’m sure that will be a small issue right?
Another attempt. Yay! Right?! Yay? What do you guys think? I’m not too great at these, admittedly.
This is currently what I’m working with. Not sure how much I like it yet… if anyone has a comment or thought, let me know!
And hope has fled.
Steel your heart
The dawn will come.
- “The Dawn Will Come”, Dragon Age Inquisition
The corpse of Mrs Petersen lay between them. Katie on one side, leaning against Lindsay’s bedside; Mr Petersen and his son, Jon, on the other. Mr Petersen’s eyes were closed, his head leaning back, his hands folded in his lap. Jon lay on his side, his eyes open and staring at his mother. Both lay against the supply closet wall. No one had spoken since it happened.
Katie didn’t want to talk. She didn’t even want to look at the corpse, its husband or its son. It. Katie made herself think of Mrs Petersen’s dead body as an ‘it.’ Somehow that made it okay. She was Infected. Like Samantha and Tom. No, don’t think about them, she thought, shutting her eyes tight. That was worse. When she shut her eyes, she saw them as they were when they were alive. Then she’d see them dead in the forest or on the steps.
She shook all over for the hundredth time and felt like crying, but no tears came. Sobs rumbled up from her gut but came only as dry, heavy coughs in her chest. They hurt. Continue reading