
Guest Author David Rhodes
Everyone in the House of Leftovers was dead, except for the two doctors standing in the middle of the room, wearing clean white smocks and black rubber gloves, leaning over the fresh corpse of a man. There was a huge, ugly stab wound in the dead man’s chest.
“God, I don’t know if I can handle this,” said Cranna, the younger of the two.
“It’s always like that the first time,” Jones said. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. Besides, you’ll get to eat real food.”
“Remember when they used to be able to grow food?”
Jones smiled wanly. “Yeah, but I try not to think about it.” (more…)