Bugging Out – Short Story

It’s hard being alone all the time. Especially before the giant bugs, when most of the human population wasn’t dead, starving, or being eaten alive, when they only cared about their own lives and were indifferent to everyone else’s. Harry had initially bought the cabin to be away from people and hide out in the South Mountain Forest, and he was partially glad for it considering he didn’t have to listen to the screams of the mutilated, the thunder of the fly swarms, and the stomping of dog-sized beetles across the ground Read More