Chapter 1: The Trembling Caretaker.
Part 1 I am a decorated former Army combat medic who spent fifteen years taking care of everyone else, and for six years I lived [more…]
Part 1 I am a decorated former Army combat medic who spent fifteen years taking care of everyone else, and for six years I lived [more…]
The compound was silent, a heavy blanket of darkness over the Ozark hills at 2:00 AM. I moved like a ghost through the nursery, the [more…]
The morning sun cut through the nursery window, harsh and unforgiving. Ruth’s tiny body seized, a silent tremor shaking her from head to toe. Her [more…]
The afternoon heat was stifling. Ruth was quieter, the frantic flutter in her chest settling slightly. I’d managed to mix a few drops of clean [more…]
The sun climbed higher, baking the Ozark dust. The nursery window offered a sliver of view towards the main gate. A vehicle I didn’t recognize [more…]
The window was stiff, but I forced it open with a grunt, wiggling through the narrow opening into the musty darkness of the storage shed. [more…]
The air shifted, a sudden, unnatural chill sweeping through the compound. The wind, which had been a gentle breeze all day, began to whip around [more…]
The heavy oak door of the nursery shuddered, splintering around the beam I’d wedged. Elder Micah’s bellowed commands mixed with the roar of the wind, [more…]
The storm passed as quickly as it had arrived, leaving behind a silence broken only by the drip of rain and the groaning timbers of [more…]
A long time later. The small cabin was tucked away on a forgotten ridge, twenty miles outside the former commune lands. Mist still clung to [more…]