Shortly before I got caught for everything, I spoke with a hunter one rainy evening near the end of my shift at the Co-Op where I worked as a cashier. I was there that summer, saving up money for overpriced textbooks in the fall.
I'm sorry for your loss. Strength to you in these trying times. This is a chilling piece. You nail the voice and tone - it's compelling and believable.
This was such a fun read! Thank you for posting, Nathan.
Sorry for your loss, Nathan.
I loved reading this piece; the first section really hooked me.
And, Howls from the Wreckage looks awesome.