The old radio at the station had poured out haunting images of a dying world from the first day. Through it, the tiny group hunkered down at the Village of Portsmouth, bore witness to the death of millions. Where the sickness left off, storms and brutal emotions took over. Some fought. Some starved. Others simply disappeared.
Storms ravaged the power grids. Relief efforts died before they ever started. Entire countries collapsed.
Like the rest of the world, the people stranded on Portsmouth Island could only wait and hope. When it came, the disease struck hard, killing one and sending another into a violent rage.
Hounded by an evil he didn't understand, William Hill struggled to survive.
The evil had other plans. It wanted his blood.
This time, it had a face. This time, it offered a deal.
©2012 Michael R Stark (P)2017 Michael R Stark