Though this isn’t exactly how Jaimie Spencer sees the world, it’s too cool not to share. In the graphic novel or the TV series of This Plague of Days, this will probably be what it will look like.
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- What happened to your city in This Plague of Days? (thisplagueofdays.com)
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- This Plague of Days: The Mackinac Bridge Massacre (thisplagueofdays.com)
- This Plague of Days, Season 2: Expect more action (thisplagueofdays.com)
- FAQs: How to write books agents will hate (but readers might love) (chazzwrites.com)
- The Bubonic Plague is Popping Up in Wild Animals and Pets in the Western United States (endtimeheadlines.wordpress.com)
His home town, Gas City, had been so named for its once plentiful reserves of natural gas. When that dried up, it was just another small town calling itself a city and on the way to ruin. When Sutr hit, it became a ghost town.
“Ghost town” was figurative, of course. Chris believed in math, not spirits. However, alone in his bed late at night, without lights or the comfort of other people, the floors creaked. The sounds that had terrified him as a little boy scared him anew.
“Water in the pipes,” his mother had told him of the far away hammering. “Just the house settling,” she said of the sound of footsteps on old floorboards at midnight. “Raccoons in the attic,” she said of the sounds of thick, scurrying feet.
Without lights, all the little boy fears returned to the man. Unseen, nocturnal animals trekked through Gas City. When Chris gazed out his windows at night, searching, shadows danced along the edges of his perception. Were those movements tricks of the eye? A cast of moon shadows? Something alive and hungry with a mouthful of jagged teeth?
Dead neighbors’ chimes trembled and sang disjointed songs of abandonment into a careless wind. In what his long-dead mother called “the witching hours”, it was easier to believe a little less in math. Alone at night in a dead town, ghosts were easier to believe in.
After a week of insomnia giving way to a couple of hours of restless sleep, Chris abandoned his house. He filled a backpack with a few necessities and moved into the Marion County Hospital. “No use wasting time and gas on the commute,” he told Deputy Hawkins. But it was the loneliness, the unidentified sounds and the ghost parade that chased him from the little house in Gas City. Working with the Deputy gave him food, water, purpose and people to talk to who weren’t blue and gray and dead.
- Daily Prompt: A Little Sneaky…In A Ghost Town. (thegravelghost.com)
- Looking Down on California’s Best Ghost Town (noncoe.com)
- “Chilling In A Ghost Town” (followlarryhaney.wordpress.com)
- Take a Spooky Drone Tour of a Decaying Ghost Town (gizmodo.co.uk)
- A ghost town – Kolding, Denmark (travelpod.com)
- “Ghost Town In The Mohave Dessert” (followlarryhaney.wordpress.com)
- Ghost towns of Kola peninsula (alexana13.wordpress.com)
- Goussainville ghost town (simonsylvester.wordpress.com)
- Video: Inside a Chinese, Parisian Ghost Town (archdaily.com)
From today’s revisions of TPOD, Season 2:
Jaimie contented himself watching auras. The people who had arrived by car or truck were obvious. Their feet didn’t hurt. Many were bent from back pain. He surmised that at one time the refugees had tried to carry much more weight. What had once been considered necessary was now a heavy trinket, abandoned by the side of the road and soon forgotten. The Apocalypse did not tolerate nostalgia and survival living in the same dark, cramped room. Jaimie saw everyone’s skull that way.
No matter what dangers lurked in their bodies, their crown chakras were always busy trying to sort out each individual’s place in the world before their inevitable exit. He felt sorry for them. Such struggle cried out for pity. If he could speak, he’d tell them the truth of their existence. He wanted to relieve them of their heavy burdens, but there were too many and their needs were too great.
- The book I lost a job for…and why zombies? (thisplagueofdays.com)
- This Plague of Days: The Pitch (thisplagueofdays.com)
- This Plague of Days: An intro to serials and the big idea (thisplagueofdays.com)
Revising Season 2 of This Plague of Days this evening. Here’s a bitter taste of Sutr-X. This is just before the Infected invade America.
Jack stomped on the brake and swerved to avoid a body in a narrow gap between abandoned cars. It had been a woman. Three large black birds tore into the gore of her open belly.
Jack blasted the van’s horn. The birds backed away a few feet, but did not fly. In their retreat, the birds revealed more horror.
The dead woman lay on her back, swollen and decomposing. The corpse was too close to avoid being seen. What was seen could not be unseen.
One eye protruded, swollen in its socket. The other eye was missing, lost to the vultures. The tongue, too, was fat and stuck out at an angle from the yawning maw. Then Jack spotted something worse…