Friday Fictioneers: Finding the MedLab

  “That’s it.” Bea nodded her head toward the gray block building. “That’s the Med-Lab? It looks deserted.” “Most of the staff go to and from using a tunnel system.” Mac studied the windows, but watching for signs of movement was impossible through the opaque glass. “Do you remember when they change shifts?” “No. All…

Friday Fictioneers: Nobody Escapes

  Rain pelted Mac’s head, her shoulders. The stone building would offer some shelter from the storm, despite a crumbling roof and missing door. “Do you think anybody lives here?” Bea peered around the boulder. “No. It’s too run down.” Mac picked her way to the hut, avoiding muddy ground that might capture a footprint. She ducked inside, Bea close…

Due North (Warmup Wednesday!)

Warmup Wednesday!. (100 words on the nose, using the photo prompt.)            The Great Wall stood, crumbling and sad, decades of neglect taking their toll on the once magnificent structure. They passed through the holes at the base made after the last world war by those attempting to flee the carnage.…