A Post-Apocalyptic Christmas Travesty
A Post-Apocalyptic Christmas Travesty or Never Trust A Mutated Red Deer by E. L. Ball One What was once Namur, Belgium, sometime after the 3rd Great War— Something within the pile of rags began to stir. A grease-stained hand emerged and cracked, filthy nails scratched against the concrete floor. Like a phantom rising from the grave, the rags shifted and rose until they revealed themselves to be the attire of a man desperately clinging to warmth. He began to rub…