A World of Fantasy
Welcome to the May issue of Apocalypse How, everyone’s favorite zombie apocalypse DIY magazine created by yours truly, Caleb A. Robinson, PhD. The sun is out, flowers are blooming between the cracks in the concrete, and it’s time to get outside and sprint from one hiding place to the next.
Unless you’re injured.
When I woke, I could feel each fiber of the plasticky hospital sheet covering me. But it was distant, almost like someone else was feeling it.
I pulled off the sheet and stared at two human-looking legs. I dug my fingernails into my right quadriceps hard enough to make it bleed but felt no pain. It barely left a mark. I swore and put the sheet back.
Did they even try to save the old one?
Yi Ming collapsed at the rosewood table, knocking over the blue and white ceramic vase resting on it. His hands moved automatically to pick it up and straighten the blossoms within. A single message hovered in his retinal display, blocking out the ever-expanding city skyline glittering just beyond the window.
It can’t be true.
Cassandra gripped the handle on the side of the launch shuttle to keep her hand from trembling. The target ship’s silver and white panels gleamed in the ocean of darkness.
At least I could swim in the ocean. In space, Cassandra would be at the mercy of trajectory, and it was no short distance between the two ships.
