The Youngest Son, Captain Olpendurf's Ship

Tale of diUmbria, Chapter 1

Their captain was known as diUmbria, it wasn’t his name, but he was from Assisi. He had come down from the ancient hilltop town to the coast and bought himself a ship. Now he plied the Adriatic and beyond, hawking wares in every port from Venice to Ragusa, Zadar to Naples. Now he was fairly …

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Journal of Gordon Ogle – Day 13

So Just as I am thinking about packing it up and just putting it all behind me, getting off the surface and back to orbit asap, this guy comes running up to me. Name is Dillon Gold, he’s wearing a sort of psuedo-military uniform. He asks me a few questions, then asks if I don’t …

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Journal of Gordon Ogle – Day 12

<–Previous Damn shit damn shit damn. Ahh… I can’t let this go. That girls going to get eaten alive out here, and that’s not just an expression. Where could she be? I searched all day yesterday, she ain’t in town. Shit. She could be anywhere. Why didn’t I stay? Why do I care? Shit. Something …

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Journal of Gordon Ogle – Day 11

<–Previous Got back into that first town. Turns out that girl got outta surgery two days ago. They released her and she just walked off. No one knows where. Should I have stayed? I don’t know. I don’t know. Guess I’ll look around, ask around a bit, see if anyone noticed. Its not likely though. …

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Journal of Gordon Ogle – Day 8

<–Previous Considering heading back to check on that girl before I go much further out. Hard to say. Could be wastin my own precious time carin for a stranger. Risking my life to head back there now. I decide to head back tomorrow, after I see if there’s anything else of use I can get …

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Journal of Gordon Ogle – Day 6

<–Previous Reached a good sized town. Coming up to it was a giant satellite dish, so someone here must have communication with the shells. Unless some part of it doesn’t work. You could tell right away this town was a fair sight bigger than the first one, and had always been. The ruins here still …

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Journal of Gordon Ogle – Day 5

<–Previous I left. It ain’t like I can’t go back. Got my hands on an old map. Fella said it might not be all that accurate anymore, but what with the scribbles all over it somethins gotta make sense. I rode out of town east, at an easy saunter, rifle ready, but then I thought, …

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Journal of Gordon Ogle – Day 4

<–Previous The girl still hasn’t been let out of surgery, guess the impact got her pretty messed up. Medic says she’ll be fine in the end, but it takes time. Hundred years ago, neither of would have made it. The Miracles of Science. I’m sitting for a bit in a bomb shelter that’s been converted …

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Journal of Gordon Ogle – Day 3

<–Previous I woke in the middle of the night, couldn’t sleep. Kept dreaming about zombies. Pulled my rifle out, looked through the scope out at the desert night. Long slow sweep, nothing moving out there. Still and quiet. There’s my horse, still standing there. Dumb thing, don’t know to run away? Then I realize its …

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Walking with the Ticks

He was thirsty, and had just found a tick on his stomach. Shoveling back revolt he had quickly extracted the squirming blood sucker and was now making his way through the forest to a stream he’d found before. Why was he out here? Self-improvement? Hah…all that was out here was a bunch of annoying insects, …