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Fading Hope: Humanity Unbound
Containing my story, “When Plans Fail!”
It’s the end of the world and we are not feeling fine.
What happens when you ask seven of the most notorious writers in apocalyptic fiction to craft stories where a happily ever after doesn’t exist?
You get Fading Hope.
Bleak landscapes, fading faith, the loss of humanity and the struggle to simply make it to the end of the day, are just some of the elements that come together within this boundary-pushing anthology.
Dive into a world of hopelessness as rendered by award-winning authors like: Rebecca Besser, Eli Constant, Morgan Garcia, Thea Gregory, Claire C. Riley, Armand Rosamila, and Jack Wallen
A short excerpt from, “When Plans Fail,” by Rebecca Besser:
“Her hand instantly rose to her mouth as a gasp escaped her lips. She’d found the nursery…and wished she hadn’t.
Everything was coated with dark dried blood, and little bones lay everywhere with thin, dried scraps of meat still clinging to them. There were enough of them to be all three of the babies who had once slept in the room.
Rachel gagged and tried to blink away the tears that sprang to her eyes. She backed toward the door with her eyes darting about in panic and horror; they fell on a shelf in the far corner with five large cans of powdered baby formula. She paused. She needed it. Troy needed it.
She schooled her emotions the very best she could and willed herself to step over the haunts of carnage and move toward what she’d come for. With shaking hands, she lifted and inserted the cans into the empty bag she carried.
There was a slight creak behind her, which she assumed was the door in the breeze from the hallway, so she paid it no mind. Once she turned, she realized the mistake she’d made in her complacency and grief.
In the doorway, swaying slightly from side to side were the forms of the slain triplets’ parents. Rachel only knew it was them by the ripped and stained clothing that hung from their forms; it was familiar. They faces were decayed to the point of being unrecognizable.
“Oh, God,” Rachel breathed, struggling around the bag’s shoulder strap to reach the pistol she had strapped to her side.
Upon her utterance, they growled and darted toward her with their arms outstretched.
Rachel dropped the bag of formula, raised the pistol, and discharged a round into the head of the male zombie.”
©Rebecca Besser & Jack Wallen, 2014. All rights reserved.