Fan fiction Post Apocalyptic Saga special: Sammy and me

This is a story I’ve planned on writing as part 4 in the fan fiction story, however after much thinking and writing the story I thought it would be a great as a special. It’s set years ago pre Apocalypse that focuses on one of the four protagonist in the Post Apocalyptic Saga.



1994, Melbourne, in a forest nearby

A dark shape was tumbling down the slope of an overgrown, secluded forest with bushes, sticks, branches and brittle plants tangling in the way of the falling object. Cloaked in dark robes that stuck out like a rolling shadow in contrast to the green and brown forest, it kept rolling and rolling down the slope. Finally the object was stopped as it hit a tree stump in its direction with a loud thump sound.

A yelp of compliant came out of the dark robed person as it tried to recover from its fall. Looking up and blinking back into awareness, Keith had only realised that he had trip from a great slope down the forest. He was alone, the only sound was nature that came from all around him. The sun was coming down as Night was drawing in.

‘I need to find my friends before nighttime’, thought Keith, as the forest started become very quite.


Going back up the big slope was a waste of time as getting up it would take too long to attempt. Keith needed to find the end of the slope that would be easy to climb, up towards a road or a house he can visit to call his friends. He walked on through the forest wrapping his cloak around him to keep warm. The night can get very cold as the chill was in the air as the sun became weaker and weaker.

Before Keith’s accident, he was playing with Luke, Waz, Glenn, Dexton, Flexton and Fenton. They were playing Star Wars dressing up in cloths that looked just barely recognisable to the characters in the films. Glenn was Luke Skywalker, Waz was Han Solo, Luke was Chewie, Dexton was Darth Vader, Flexton was a Boba Fett and Fenton was Princess Leila.

They were all playing at the local park pretending it was a space station from one of the films. Sometimes they would play tig, bad guys vs good guys game or hide and seek. Keith was the Emperor, he and the bad guys were hiding from the good guys. It was then that Keith had gone too far from the others and accidentally tripped on his robes and fallen down the slope.

Now he was walking alone in the cold with bruises and cuts on his face and arms, the fall was bad but at least he made it in one piece. From where he came down he would’ve broken an arm or leg, or worse………

Minutes passed in the fading light Keith was getting hungry and cold, the long stretch of the forest seemed to never end. Was he ever going to get home, see his friends or even his family? He heard stories of monsters in the night that took children away never to be seen again. Were the monsters out here now? Were they following him?

He was starting to get scared, imagination flared with ghosts with no heads, ugly monsters with glowing red eyes and big teeth, zombies coming up from the ground to tear him alive. Keith whimpered as he started to run through the woods, he wanted to go back home now. His fears grew as he kept running faster and faster as the monsters tried to grab him, they wanted to eat him alive like all the other children they caught.

Then suddenly Keith tripped over on a tree root that stuck out from the ground, catching his foot and tripping him over onto the ground. He cried out in pain as he twisted his ankle, pain flared like a sharp needle poking his leg. He was crying from fear and pain as he was alone in the dark to die alone, the monsters were close now laughing and wailing in joy and malice. Keith closed his eyes tight waiting for the inevitable end to his short life on this world. But then nothing happened. The monsters were quiet like nothing happened. He slowly opens his eye to peek around to see if anyone was there. Nothing in sight.

He looked down to see his ankle which started to flare in pain, it wasn’t broken but he’d twisted it badly. As he unloosened his foot from the root he looked up to see a barely visible man kneeling right in front of him, smiling as he looked at Keith straight in the eye. He was cloaked by the darkness obscuring his appearance.

The monster was here……


“Don’t be afraid Keith, I’m a friend of yours remember?” Said the oddly jolly man as he held out his hand but Keith didn’t take it for fearing of the unknown. He moved away backwards as he tried to scrabble away from the man, keeping his eyes on the stranger. “Why are you afraid Keith? Don’t you remember me?” He said with a concerned tone with that smile still on his face.

“No! Get away from me you creep, my mom said not to talk to strangers!!!” Keith protested as he did what his mother taught him at a young age. He was sure help would come if he was loud and clear. But no one came, his protest came unheard of. The man saw Keith’s frightened appearance so he put his hands up in a peaceful sign, he sat down and crossed his legs.

“Don’t be frightened Keith, it’s okay I won’t hurt you. I’m just here to talk to you, don’t you remember me?”. Keith wasn’t sure why the man kept asking him if he remembered him, he couldn’t tell because it was too dark to see the mans face in detail. But he recognised him from somewhere before.

Keith said with some effort of confidence “No I don’t know you. Who are you and why were you chasing me?”. The man chuckled as clapped his hands like he was giving Keith a riddle. Then water came up out of nowhere in a thick sludge of dark substance, which grew into a calm river that stretched for miles all around them. Where did this water come from? And why’s the man so happy? Keith tried to move but the flood trapped him like quick sand keeping him still. No amount of effort can free him from its grasp.

Then from under the flood the stranger came out of the water and walked slowly towards Keith as he chuckled. His face was still hidden by the darkness, so he got close to Keith by arms length and got out his lighter from his pocket and flicked it. The flames orange glow sparked into life revealing his face. He said with giggling joy in his breast “it’s me Keith, your imaginary friend Sammy Simple”.

Keith screamed his lungs out in terror as he saw a man with a face that looked like a child’s drawing mould like clay into a garish and horrific form. It’s eyes oddly shaped and pulsing in its moist stare, bright blue and sharp. It’s mouth was a squiggly line that might look like a smile, but when it opened it was a nightmare of raw gums, broken teeth and sharp fangs sinking into its own flesh. It’s head was oddly shaped like a badly drawn circle, it was like a pumpkin with its forehead larger on the right hand side and shrunk on the left. Sammy’s body was a gross proportion of a mutant with one arm bigger than the other, spine twisted at a wrong angle and legs the size of a chair leg.

Sammy came close to Keith as the boy turned pale with utter fear screaming and scrabbling madly to get away.

“Don’t you remember me Keith?” It said smiling with malicious thrill as he grabbed Keith’s tiny head……….all that remained was a skull which was then crushed into a million particles of dust that drifted down into the deep sea of dark water.


Keith woke up startled as he awoke from his nightmare. He was scared and sweating from what he saw. Then he realised he was at the same spot where it happened, he wanted to run away from here and get back home. He noticed that his ankle had recovered miraculously as though it was never twisted, he could move it without issue. On the ground in front of him was a lighter left on the ground, the same one that monster used to show it’s hideous face.

He needed to get away now, or the monsters would find him.


As he went further he saw a log cabin, finally he found life out in the forest! He came up to the cabin and decided he’d listen in from the side of the closed wooden window, he needed to be sure these were good people and not the strangers that his mother warned him about. He crept up to the side of the cabin and listened in, he heard two people talking as though they were in a heated debate. He wasn’t sure wether to knock on the door just yet, so her listened in to hear what the commotion was about.


“Bruce don’t f* with me, do you have the results or not? Do you realise how impatient my boss is about delays? Or has your indulgences gone too far for your scientific mind to erode away?”. The man complaining was a smart looking man with tanned skin wearing black boots with a brown suit and trousers with a black tie. He was wearing black rimmed spectacles which made his lean features more defined, his hair was long and curly and was sporting a moustache.

“Oh you’ll get your results when I’ve got what I wanted Jackson, I’m not a charity you know. I’ve got a life to live”. Said Bruce who was very pale and frail with grey hair and sunken features. He was wearing a lab coat that was bloody smeared, his gloves were drenched in thick stains of blood.

“The test results be yours once I have what was promised, or has your boss finally changed the agreement that we agreed on?”. Jackson shook his head in frustration and rubbed his eyelids and took a deep breath “No Bruce, we’ve not changed the agreement. But for god sake just give us the result that we need and we’ll deliver your ‘essential’ indulgences”. Bruce laughed to himself and took off his gloves and put them on his desk.

His cabin was small enough for him to do off the grid work that would help him deal with unique clients. The underworld relied on Bruce to produce certain research and developments that not many people would see as moral standards. He was protected by Jacksons boss as a ghost, an off grid asset who can’t mingle with society anymore. The government has no idea he’s still alive, thanks to the organisation that made it all possible. So long as his research proved to be reliable and successful, he’d recive his side of the deal and assurance that he’ll be able to work on without issue.

His line of work involved testing chemicals in the human body and seeing what effects it may have on a person. In his cabin he had a patient on a cart who was quite certainly dead judging by her pale skin and glossy eyes. Her guts were opened a few hours ago for testing a chemical Bruce had introduced to her for her last meal.

He looked at Jackson as he took a seat near his desk. “Do you know what your boss is trying to accomplish? If you do, I think your just as barmy as the rest of them”. Jackson looked less humorous as Bruce “Yes to an extent I know what the goal is or else I wouldn’t be here now out of the trust of my boss. This project means a lot to us for the future of humanity than some utopian dream these politicians are pulling out of their asses. They only see the end goal as a profitable number, to see themselves written in the history books as the ‘greatest minds of our time’ or ‘our finest leader since x and y’. No, we care more about our species than any world leader would if they gave a minute of their time to see those from the ground. Humanity will reach a point in the future where a great catastrophe will occur, when our species will need to improve and adapt to an unstable world that is radically different from today’s climate. Wether by WWIII, climate change, natural disaster or even…….”

“A mid life crisis looking ugly and wasted like me? Hahahaha!!” added Bruce who interrupted Jackson’s great speech. He got up from his desk and walked towards Jackson and said “kids like you think the same as those in power who are In the rat race to the top. You believe what your boss says because you believe whatever s* comes out of their mouths so long as you get that promotion or privilege of being the hero. Facts, evidence, history and results? They can be altered or taken out of context just to serve their agenda, all that’s needed is the mindless masses to persuade and enlist towards their cause. Do you think altering everyone into the next form of human evolution will go down well? What if they become mindless, easily manipulated into the perfect army by your boss? You act like your the clear thinker and the future is easy to map out once things go your way. Truth is, you may think your doing the right thing, but in reality your just as much of a threat as the things your fighting against. I’ve lost interest in politics and the people when I realised we were going around in circles endlessly like a revolving cage wheel”.

Bruce lit his cigarette with his lighter and puffed out smoke from his cracked lips. “I go where I please, I’m my own master, my own boss, my life is mine. Moral or immoral I can die knowing I’m not a piece in a complex web of political bs. So long as I get my due from my clients I’m free from the war” he pokes Jackson in the chest to emphasise his statement “Unlike you kid” he laughs as he walks back to his chair whilst coughing from his smoking.

Jackson cursed at Bruce’s statement and pulls out his revolver gun and shoots at Bruce’s direction with a loud bang. Keith jumped from the loud noise and caught his mouth before he could scream from his hiding spot below the closed wooden windows. Bruce looked stone cold pale and the shock made him leak from the sudden shot, his trousers were soaking wet. The shot just nearly caught him from his sitting position on the chair, a smoking hole in the leather seat drifted near his crotch.

“Thing is Bruce your just another cog in the system, your not your own master, your a deluded lonely hedonist who’s life hangs in the balance from my bosses strings. You belong to us, you can only do what you do because we allow you to. The results of the mutagen to evolve mankind is of great important to us. Fail to deliver and we’ll deal with you like you never existed. Oh wait, you don’t exist now do you? You were officially pronounced dead years ago from a freak road collision, a coverup for your work to continue without interruption”.

Bruce spat on the floor in a foul mood like he couldn’t give a damn about this project. But he needed the support for his ongoing science project, and his addictions…….

He gives Jackson his results paper in a brown envelope and walked to the door “I think it’s time you were leaving Jackson”. Striding through the room Jackson reaches up to the door and looks back at the horrifying display of surgery, chemical testing lab full of canisters and silo chambers and his recent patients bloody remains. “I wondered why the boss gave you the nickname the ‘Butcher’. Now I know why”. Jackson leaves the cabin out into the forest.


Keith crept around the cabin and peaked from the side to see the man wall off towards his car. He didn’t know what went on in the cabin, but he was sure that these people were the types his mother warned him about. As he turned away he snapped a twig by accident, his heart skipped a beat as he realised his mistake. Jackson heard the twig snapped and turned towards Keith’s direction. “Bruce, is that you?” He said as he took out his revolver and aimed it whilst walking back.

Keith didn’t know what to do in this situation. Either run back into the dark forest or reveal himself to the man. Surely he wouldn’t shoot him for he was only a teenager. If he ran the chances are he wouldn’t get far as the man could take down Keith. Even if he escapes he’d be back to where he started where the monster was lurking. Sammy Simple or a stranger with a loaded gun, none were any better.

Keith spoke out to assure the man he was a teenager lost in the forest “Hi sir, I’m lost and I needed to get back home”. Jackson kept his aim up “show yourself, then I’ll know if your real”. Keith took the risk and slowly came around the corner with his hands up shaking. His face was covered in scratches with his Emperor makeup all ruined by tear lines and his cloak dirty and ripped by his fall down the slope.

The man kept his gun out and spoke to Keith with an urgent tone “Are you part of ‘them’? They can be disguised as anyone, I can’t risk you revealing our secrets and causing the Final Apocalypse”. Keith started to shake in fear and started crying “I just want to get home, I swear I didn’t know what you were talking about”.

Jackson came up to Keith slowly, making sure he didn’t suddenly cause a flood to appear from where he was standing. Nothing appeared, this kid wasn’t part of ‘them’. Jackson knelt down and put away his gun and took out a wallet and revealed his badge to Keith. “Sorry kid, I had to be sure you weren’t the perpetrator I was looking for, I’m a private investigator. What’s your name?”

“Keith” relived that he wasn’t going to die. “I fell down the big slope back over the distance, I was lost and needed to find someone to take me home. Then this monster tried to find me…..”. Jackson cut through Keith’s explanation “What monster? Did it cause a flood?”. Keith was surprised that the man guessed about the flood “yeah, my imaginary friend found me and……he……..”. Keith started to whimper as he remembered the traumatic moment in his life that’ll scar him for life. Jackson became very agitated and picked Keith up on his feet. “S*, they know Bruce is here! Keith get in my car now!”

It was too late, the flood appeared like an otherworldly phenomenon that grew into an endless sea of darkness. Out came Sammy Simple who crept awkwardly out of the water to seek out Keith.

“There you are!!!!!!” Said Sammy as he opened his mouth with an almighty roar and charged towards Jackson and Keith like an insane berserker on chemicals. He lounged up to strike at them with his mutated claws, but he fell and shrivelled as he sunk back into the flood. Bruce had a shotgun on him as he closed the cabin door.

“There here” said Bruce who was wearing a black gas mask with eye lenses that gleaned bloody crimson. It was true, he was a butcher. No, he was the Butcher. He grabbed Keith by the shoulder and took him to the car “run down the woods from here, don’t look back or else it will trap you in its flood. It’s temporarily lost its influence on you and Jackson” he was silent for a few moments as he observed Keith’s face as if he recognised him. “Your that kids friend, Luke? I knew his pa from the war……”

He got sidetracked and pushed Keith away “Go kid, get away from here whilst we deal with this thing. If not I’ll have a new patient to add to my collection” he laughed with such menacing delight that it made Keith run away towards civilised life.

“You sick b*, why say that to the kid? He’s already traumatised by the whole situation. Also what was you babbling on about a ‘war’?” Jackson got his gun out and prepared himself for the fight of his life. Bruce, the Butcher, just laughed like he couldn’t care who he was talking to “The kid knows someone who’s father I met back during my days in the war, I’m surprised he’s not working with us anymore”.

Sammy woke up, but his form changed into two different identities for both Jackson and Bruce’s perspectives. The Dark Mind.


Keith was found walking down a silent road by his family as they tried searching for him. Shaken and traumatised he was taken home where he tried to recover, he tore all reference to Sammy Simple from drawings to diary notes on his imaginary friend.

The next day he asked his parents to take him back to the cabin he found that night. Reluctantly they took him to the road they’ve found him and walked into the forest for some time until they found the site. All that remained was a burnt down cabin, no remains were found on site as a fire crew were putting out the smoking fire.

The End

12 days of Winter|Fly on the Wall post apocalypse series part 2: Glenn’s confession

“My names Peter Pan and joining me today is Peter O’tool…..Peter Jackson………Peter……” Said Luke as he tried recording his and Waz’s podcast on an old recording device. Unfortunately for Luke, the recorder kept skipping every couple of minutes making the recording jarring to listen back to. But he didn’t care as he was far more concerned about what name could follow Peter Pan. He gave up trying and carried on.

“Well after two days of walking across the long road with no sign of immediate danger to life, I thought I’d record this episode with my good old friend Waz. Because the mutants, raiders and other nasties would see four the us in our van trail of dust like a big red target, it would attract their attention and would result in our destination of being devoured” Luke gestured a noose hang as if in conversation.

“How’s your day been so far buddy Waz?”.

Waz, now a half man half machine who’s not a mutant, or at least in his case a rare mutation, looked at Luke with a stale and unemotional blank stare. His right side of his face constantly changed as organic and bonded metal, wires and lights shifted and reformed like it had a life of it’s own. His human side had become gaunt, pale and sickly as it would slowly over time be completely consumed by the biomechanical mutation.

“Waz?” Said Waz dryly as if it didn’t recognise the name as it’s own, to it that name and personality died years ago after it first began to change. “My name is… name is…..” it struggled to remember it’s name as it tried thinking hard to search for it’s name. No use it thought.

The conversation stopped, Luke paused the recording and packed the recorder back in his rucksack. He tried his best to bring the Waz he knew back, the friend he grew up with for many years. Sometimes he thinks that Waz may have truly died and was replaced by a stranger in the flesh.

He could never understand why the mutants regarded Waz as a non mutant when clearly he is changing physically and mentally. What made him different from the rest? Are mutants racist or something? Bigotry perhaps? Whatever it is, Luke would love to trigger a bullet in the mutants head every time he hears that phrase ‘none mutant’.

But even the friendlier mutants in the town they now live in say Waz isn’t like them, something doesn’t add up. Whatever’s changing Waz, Luke’s going to find out who or what caused the virus in that water purification power plant and blow the damn thing sky high!


Glenn, a wasteland hero forever damaged by the Apocalypse and the years of hardship in this new world, was checking his sniper rifle scope to see if there were any nearby groups of raiders or mutant hunting packs in the distance. You can never be too sure if your completely alone for sickos like to gang up on traveling merchants and foolish travellers.

He lowered his sniper rifle when he felt just assured enough to know nothing was nearby, yet. He looked to his left to see Krakstrong carrying the supplies on his broad back. Once a friend before the apocalypse, Keith was Glenn’s pal who would watch movies together on a Saturday night. ‘Godfather Glenn and Keith Gordon’ were their nicknames based their favourite movies, even dressing up as them in fancy dress parties. Glenn’s wife usually dressed up as Batman, expertly designed and crafted as a cosplay recreation of Tim Burtons Batman movie. She took the role on seriously despite her soft voice, even so by Glenn’s beating heart did she scare the crap out of him.

But she’s dead now, murdered by the Butcher. He too was now dead by Glenn’s own hands. Soon Glenn might have to kill Keith/ Krakstrong when the time came to put down this monster that was once his friend………


Krakstrong was bored, carrying all of the supplies on his back was stressing his muscles after two days of walking. He was getting irritated by his man slave (human ambassador), Luke, with his constant monologuing about vulgar and innuendo subjects like “sp@@9e pancakes” or “Luke’s surprise ”. Krakstrong will give Luke a surprise if he mentions the pancakes one more time!

He saw Waz in front of him, that abomination was living and breathing, it shouldn’t be alive at all. Machines and organics can never truly bond, only replaced or grafted. But to bond to metal as if it were apart of you is a sign of something worse than being an overgrown mutant. Imagine if you could bond to your computer, databases storage facilities, even AI technology. Would the symbiotic relationship be an extension or an evolution to form a greater intelligence?

Krakstrong can understand that mutants are a man made event, but nature had a role to play in developing them to exist in the wasteland for stronger or weaker existents in the food chain. Woz on the other hand was different, nature had no influence in his evolution because nature has no bonding to the machine.

He’ll kill Waz when he has dealt with Luke by keeping him out of his way, a way for him to tear this monster apart before it can cause a greater sin that’ll destroy everyone.

As for Glenn, Krakstrong can’t decide wether to kill him too or leave him alive, barley.


Luke came beside Glenn as the group walked down a long stretch of road, not much traffic goes down these roads after the apocalypse. Some cars were abandoned by their owners due to running low on fuel, or targeted and taken down by crazy scare mongers who would beat people if they saw a car. But in most cases the driver and passengers died from the virus, their bodies left unattended as they’ve rotted inside the transport. No one dare attempts to loot these vehicles for tales of the dead rising up from their Pestilence have been spread around by traveling merchants.

Glenn sees Luke and nods, area clear for now. Luke smiles at Glenn, “I’m surprised there hasn’t been a sighting of any mutant warbands or raiders for days, we’re pretty lucky so far but I have a feeling the Dark Mind wants us to think that. I find it odd to call this entity the ‘Dark Mind’, it sounds like a childish villain created by a conspiracy theorist”.

Glenn agreed, chuckling at the thought that a conspiracy theorist, probably Luke and Woz, would create a name like the ‘Dark Mind’. But his amusement turned to thinking on his toes as he looked around to see anything suspicious. Nothing in sight. Even he was thinking how easy the journey has been so far. It wouldn’t be a trap unless the mutants wanted the gang to follow a specific route, or to spring a surprise shoot off. No, there’s more to this than merely tricks and games. “The Dark Mind is the only thing we’ve not seen so far, yet we hear the mutant army praise this thing like a Great War general or some eldritch entity. Despite the name sounding childish, it’s what the mutant army wanted to call it wether it’s because their intelligence is very low and unimaginative, or that’s what it wants them to call it. Whatever it is, I doubt it would naive enough to not anticipate our mission. I should know, it predicted the downfall of our world and went under the governments radar” said Glenn as he was talking to Luke.

Luke’s smile turned to a serious expression, a thought on his mind now took place. He said “So are you going to tell me what happened to Melbourne after the apocalypse? We haven’t talked much about the wider scale of things since you left years ago”. Glenn was silent for a few seconds to gather his composure, letting much of his mental burden go out. “After I left you and the others years ago, I had to face my vices and rebuild myself. After losing my wife my world was destroyed completely, all that was left was the hate and wanting of deaths embrace”. He coughed as he opened up about his feelings to Luke, something he hadn’t done for a very long time.

“I needed a goal, a redemption for the way that I’ve been acting, so I became a bounty hunter and did some small jobs. Killed a few, lost a few but I became better at my job after awhile thanks to some training by an ex copper. He was like a second father to me, rebuilt me and gave me a chance to make myself useful in this world”.

Glenn continued “It was during one of my hunts that we both came across a group of escapees, all in rags and hungry for food. After we took them back and offered them food and clothes they told us who they were and where they came from. The Melbourne we knew I’d dead, it’s now the A.N.P’s deluded paradise”.

“Who are the A.N.P? Are they some sort of fascist military?” Said Luke, although Glenn’s expression of coldness implied that Luke answered his own question. Glenn continued where he left off “During the apocalypse the government and all political parties were escorted to a safe vault in an undisclosed location. The idea was that all sides of the political compass would be housed in a safe place until the storm passes, then they could go back outside with surviving citizens to rebuild and grow Melbourne. But putting all the parties in one vault was a fools joke”.

“Insiders from the extremes had supplied their members with weapons to take over the mantle of leadership, A.N.P party leader John .E and the People’s Cross party leader Andrew Summer armed their side for an all out firefight. Guess who won that fight? The rest was history, all parties that didn’t side with those two were killed, along with democracy and individual rights. The People’s Cross fled with only two surviving members into the ruins of Melbourne. The A.N.P soon established itself as the only rulers of Melbourne and soon the rest of Australia”.

Absorbing all this information made Luke’s knuckles turn white, his heart beating fast like a racing horse, his face turned into a sneer of anger hearing Glenn’s story. Will life ever return to how it was before the Post Apocalypse, or will this go on forever until everyone is gone in a field of blood, bones and corpses. Luke finally spoke to Glenn, his anger can be detected by the tone of his voice “How long will it be before they reach our settlement? I don’t want them to take a single foot on our land if they dare try to take away the home we’ve built for years now. I won’t stand for anyone who will harm my family and friends, no one”.

“They won’t harm us for now, they’ve got too many issues to deal with before they can expand and enslave us. We’re way too far for them to travel to us, not when the mutant army is on patrol in hunting packs. The A.N.P is currently dealing with a rebellion group created by the People’s Cross who are slowing the A.N.P’s rapid progress to take control of Melbourne. Only time will tell when this rebellion group will be destroyed to the last fighter. That’s when we should consider our choices on what to do” Said Glenn.

He checked his surroundings for any signs of threat. None in sight for now.

“About a year into the job as a bounty hunter I met a women out in the desert. I knew her before the apocalypse at restaurant in Melbourne where she worked as a waitress. Her name was Gwen. She was pretty shook up by the virus attack that killed most of her family. Her father, brother and friend all moved into an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere, they were lucky enough to not be in the city when the outbreak happened. When I met her she was alone, her father was killed by a raider gang called the Sunset Devils, they also took her friend. As for her brother…….”

Glenn coughed again, his body reaction became more fidgety as he kept talking “I killed him thinking he was like the rest, a mutant. I didn’t know he was just scared and wanted to protect his sister. But I thought he was like Keith, a soulless monster out to dominate and kill the humans”. Luke didn’t like what Glenn said about Keith, but he put aside his irritation to let Glenn carry on his story. “I was told she needed a bounty hunter to kill the Sunset Devil gang. So I went out to hunt them down, no one lived to tell what happened in the end except for me. When I came back to lonely woman, she thanked me and rewarded me with pay. I couldn’t leave her alone as I had concerns that she wasn’t safe on her own, so I offered to protect her and take her to a safer place the next day”.

“But it soon became apparent that we had feelings for each other, we clicked together due to our similar situation with losing a loved one. It was only later on that night that Gwen confessed that she had a brother who became a mutant. Her description and photo of him made me realised that I killed an innocent man. I killed someone Luke, not a raider, not a deranged mutant……just a protective brother……”. At this point Glenn was shacking from the memory, his expression of regret and shame showed on his face.

Luke understood how Glenn felt, he knew Glenn did a big mistake by killing an innocent life no matter if it was a mutant. He took Glenn by the shoulder and said “Glenn look at me, Glenn look at me. What you did was bad and I don’t condone what you’ve done. But you did what you had to, you saved that girls life by taking down that raider gang, heck they could’ve got her next if you hadn’t took on her request. Did you tell her that you killed her brother?”.

Glenn broke down in tears as he sunk his head down. “No, I couldn’t, not after we fell in love……how could I? Not now when I’m a father……..”. Luke’s face turned into shock by Glenn’s admission of not telling his sin to his lover and him becoming a father. “Your……a father? The child was hers wasn’t it?” Said Luke who was still shocked by the revelation. Glenn wipes the tears away and took a deep breath before replying back. “Yeah…..who else would it be?” Luke grinned like a mischievous little goblin, this was a sign that he was going to spill his beans on Glenn. “Well, it could be mine and Woz’s, we’d make a good couple. Ain’t that right woz?” He called out to Waz, but as usual Waz was a soulless being of emotionless understanding.


Glenn recovered from his breakdown as he brought some composure back, Luke made sure Glenn was okay and brought him back from his grievances. Waz walked alongside Glenn not out of comfort but to stay away from Krakstrong who eyes Woz with venomous hate. Luke was between Krakstrong and Glenn and Waz, acting as a middle ground to prevent a full infighting.

As they walked down the empty road something changed as the weather became misty, ahead of the road a green mist came up to them in a blink of an eye. It’s sickly appearance was like a miasma like disease that grew in its airborne environment. At first the gang thought it might be some sort of airborne virus that they’ve not seen before. Luke and Glenn quickly got dressed in their Hazmat suits to protect themselves from the airborne mist. Luke only just managed to seal himself before the mist reached him, sweat was running down his face by the close call.

The strangest part came next as a puddle reached towards the boots and feet of the gang, it was like sewage water with a dark consistency of sludge. It grew into a lake, then by the time it stopped it reached up towards their kneecaps. Was this a flood? But it just came out of nowhere in a strange way, flood would happen much faster and flow like a stream. This phenomenon was a calm flood with no wave direction.

Glenn couldn’t move his feet as the dark sludgy water trapped his legs. So was Luke and Woz finding it difficult to move, only Krakstrong could barely move in this strange environment. “What is this?” Shouted Krakstrong as he tried to move around the rising water. “Is it the bad energy like Gornicus wields?” Krakstrong May not be the brightest in the group, but when he senses the ‘bad energy’, that’s a sign he knows a threat is incoming. He wasn’t wrong, something was coming.

Small red dots appeared in the heavy dark green mists like small flowers in distance. These red dots moved closer and closer to the gang like laser targeting, there were eight, sixteen, thirty two and more red dots getting close now. It was only until the gang realised that the dots were actually eyes that it was all too late to escape to safety. They were red eyes, eyes of the mutant rats.

Big black creatures from the deep dark underworld that they breed and multiply in, these creatures are monsters of the wasteland that have caused untold destruction to settlements. One day there’s a small thriving village, the next day. A ghost town with dried blood as the only evidence of its previous occupants.

They swam in the sludgy waters like it was an easy flowing lake, their black furry bodies paddled with their tails swishing like worms behind them. Soon the gang were all surrounded by these vermin, trapped in a circle of hungry malicious rats.

Luke’s Heart was beating fast in his chest as he saw the gathering of what looked like a million rats. He unsheathed his gun in preparation for the battle to come, a futile one by his guess. Glenn had the same thought, his sniper rifle would be useless against the horde so he got his close combat weapon ready. Woz was frozen still like nothing was happening, lost in thought in his own world. Krakstrong snarled as he saw the ambushers as they stared at him with keen interest, and not the good kind of interest.

The tension was high, eyes unblinking, muscles ready to move by the merest action, hearts beating fast and sweat glistening by stress. But nothing happened. The rats floated still in their position just staring at the gang. Why were they staying still? They’ve got the chance to get an easy kill with the number of rats surrounding them. Where did this miasma of heavy mist and dark water come from?

The answers were clear as suddenly a song could be heard from all around them, neither at a distance nor in sight, but clearly where they are. Luke thought it was his recorder so he checked it to see if he left it on. It was off. He looked at the others and they couldn’t understand where the music was coming from either. What was odd was that it was directly in front of them by a couple of yards, but nothing could be played as there was no radio in sight, just a big space of the water.

It took him a couple of minutes to realise the song, it was Blueberry Hill, a 1950’s song he heard once in the car on a road journey to work. Just as he remembered the song, the water in front of him by a couple of yards bubbled and popped as something emerged from the depths of the dark river. A head emerged from the water, stepping up as if it was going up an underwater stairs. It wasn’t recognisable at first because of the water dripping down the figure, it was a man in smartly drenched business suit, slightly short, dark hair and a fairly fair face with creases from ageing. He looked at the gang who were looking at him in surprise by his sudden entrance.

The man made a hand signal as if pointing to go ahead, the rats suddenly started to come closer as they were commanded to go for the kill. Luke couldn’t remember where he saw this man, but he knew him from somewhere years ago.

The man looked at Luke for the first time eye to eye.

He smiled as though he read Luke’s thoughts.

Luke looked into his eyes, lost to the gaze of someone he tried to remember but couldn’t find the answers to.

He realised that he was looking into the eyes of a dead man, the name finally came to him as all the pieces slotted into place in his mind.

The rats were near and ready to slaughter and gorge their fangs on soft meaty flesh.

“It can’t be…..I know you, your…” Said Luke, lost for words as his eyes were wide with shock and fear.

“I always knew Luke, the Dark Mind knows……..” said the man, who’s name was…….

End of part 2

Horror Harvest: James Herbert The Fog

I’ve now decided to theme my horror reading book blog posts under the ‘Horror Harvest’ title, so it will be like a series of sorts with a nice artwork.

Before I begin with The Fog, I’d like to thank IRO (Imperial Rebel Ork) and The Fly on the Wall podcast, for taking my suggestions for their podcast topics. They did a brilliant podcast on the Subject of James Herbert, and what book they enjoyed the most.

The podcast is like an all sorts show ranging from different topics from funny and serious subjects. Its great for long bus trips (they can take ages so a good hour of podcasting always helps!), painting miniatures, walking and anything else really.

It’s also good motivational therapy fuel for getting through paper work after paper work after paper work after paper work. Oh did I mention it’s great for getting through paper work?

If you would like to know more about the podcast and who bears the one Mocha of all Mochas, I have two links to IRO’s blog where he has the official links for where you can download the podcast.

And for those of you who want to hear the James Herbert episode, links below to IRO’s post.

Best of luck to The Fly on the Wall podcast!


Continuing on my journey reading James Herbert’s books after a colossal read of The Rats Trilogy (and the Graphic Novel), today I want to share my thoughts on The Fog. A horror story about an ominous yellow fog that appeared after a huge fissure opened up in a small village, floating away after our main protagonist saves a child whilst being trapped below the fissure gap. However, unbeknownst to the people who witnessed this strange event, the fog would go on through the land to cause madness to anyone who inhales the it.

This book unlike The Rats trilogy, is more of a horror mystery story mixed with human physiological horror. The fog itself whilst known in origin of how it came to be (no spoilers here!) It’s still a mystery as if it may or may not be sentient. Anyone who comes across the fog and inhales it becomes a single minded force of madness.

Wether by hatred, depression, love or any other emotion, the fog is just the means to create the horror as it turns both good, bad and everyday citizens.

At the core of the fog there is an unatural light which seems to draw people closer, as if it wants them. It also seems to rest at places of convince for safety, say inside a church, a rail tunnel or an underground motorway. Overtime this fog grows in size as it feeds off carbon dioxide, becoming as big as a town.

The story focuses more on human psychology, when the mind slowly deteriorates making the person more savage with madness. Usually the person affected will either eventually die from their minds deteriorating, or commit suicide.

Our main protagonist, Holman, is the first to be affected by the fog after he escapes from the fissure. For weeks he was classed as clinically insane as he became a mad man, until weeks later his sanity came back whilst being placed in a mental health facility.

At first it was assumed that he was diagnosed with PTSD from the fissure incident, but later on through the story it’s revealed that the fog had cause this sudden personality change. This would be proven true as several incidents of strange murders are all linked to the yellow ghastly fog.

My thoughts on the book?

As usual James Herbert writes The Fog in great detail and engaging narrative, using his human victim characters to tell their story and how the horror aspect plays into their actions. Each character has an interesting story to tell, from our main protagonist, Holman, as a survivor of the fissure. Side characters including a drunk who cares more about his pigeons than his wife, a woman who’s same sex relationship broke apart by her partners choice to be in another relationship with a man, a school teacher who’s past during the Second World War is a dark and disturbing story and a man child who decides to give his boss a message he’ll never forget.

Similar to how The Rats Trilogy was written, these short story’s in one book adds to the weight of the affects that the threat can cause as a consequence. You feel for those who don’t deserve it, but can’t stop reading the book as you find out the fate of these unfortunate victims.

By this point I’ve become pretty used to how James Herbert writes his books, nearly leaning towards predictable at times when it came to certain sub story lines and plot twist. However, this isn’t to say it’s all predictable as the finale throws a very good question during the end, and reflection on just what the Fog could be.

This was James Herbert’s second book that he published in his writing career, still in the early days when James would use excessive blood, violence, mature themes and subjects that you tend not to see in today’s literature. It’s only later on that these things would dull down as supernatural and paranormal horror stories were written.

Overall, another great book to read as a twisted but enjoyable horror story. If you’ve read James’s books before, you may find some parts of this book to be the same old stuff you’ve read before. However, it’s still worth reading if your interested in the human psychological horror genre.


Well that’s all I have for my post on The Fog. Now that I’ve read all of my current James Herbert books, and read some other books (like Eric, by the late Sir Terry Pratchett) too to broaden my ongoing reading past time. I’ve now started another book by James Herbert, this time a supernatural horror story, The Ghosts of Sleath.

until next time, mind the yellow fog,


The Harbinger Legion 2.0 is coming (soon)!

The Harbinger Legion 2.0 is coming (soon)!

The Harbinger Legion series v2.0* is coming soon! Structured in a similar way as my AoS faction collection series, this post series is dedicated to the grim darkness of the 41st millennium.

This collection series will be focusing on my renegade Chaos Space marine collection, called the Harbinger Legion.

Here’s a few photo teases of my first model that will be featured in the series. Enjoy!

Very soon, I’ll be post the dates on when this series will be starting. Until then, I look forward to seeing you soon. 


*= v2.0 meaning that my first attempt (v1.0) was stalled due to uncertainty of wether I’d be playing 40k 8th, and If my model collection would fit into Death Guard or Renegade marines army.

Art project Ocean/Horror theme [WIP] part 4

Today I have just finished my development sample, based on my previous sample design project work. The design is based on a jellyfish species known as a Moon Jellyfish, which I thought would be an excellent inspiration to create a plastic version of the species. 

To create this sample I’ve used the following materials:

  • 2L drinking bottle
  • Marker pens (black, dark blue and light blue)
  • Small pliers 

The design is based on three visual imagery related to pollution in the sea, 1) the shape represents the jellyfish as well as marine life in the sea, 2) encased in a plastic bottle, this represents plastic waste that’s been dumped into the sea and finally 3) a skull represents death to marine life that are sadly entrapped and killed by pollution waste.

This project is nearly at an end, as I’m now currently planning my final design to realise my project in its final 3D form. 

Thanks for reading, and I hope to see you guys next time in part 5! 🙂


If you have any questions, post a comment below and I’ll reply back as soon as I can. Thank you!

I hope you all have an awesome day,