Post-apocalyptic Escapades of Heroes & Scrubs: The Night Time is the Right Time

By Jeremiah Donaldson

Post-apocalyptic Escapades of Heroes and Scrubs is the short story series companion to the card game Post-apocalyptic Escapades.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jeremiah Donaldson
• Release date: Oct 31, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005458614

Jeremiah Donaldson

Jeremiah Donaldson is a science fiction/horror writer, editor, game designer, free thinker, corporate slave, and overly blunt commentator that grew up in rural Kentucky and lived in Florida for 13 years before moving back in 2008.When he's not working...whatever, he always works, let's start that over. When he's not playing his part as a cog in the machine for the specified number of hours per week, or doing housework, or planting fruit trees in preparation for the climatic meltdown we're forcing upon the planet, he strings together words for peoples' enjoyment.

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Post-apocalyptic Escapades of Heroes & Scrubs:

The Night Time is the Right Time

copyright 2022

by Jeremiah Donaldson

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Smashwords ISBN: 9781005458614

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All rights reserved. No part of this may be reproduced without permission unless you want to photocopy it and make a paper effigy of me to burn. Any resemblance to people or places is probably 'swamp gas'.

The overgrown police station looked empty as the Party approached. Vines, deep green but with a blue sheen in the orange sunlight, wrapped themselves around the crumbling brick walls. Several small trees sprouted from the roof. The rusted hulks of three vehicles sat in front of the building with bodies full of bullet and rust holes. Glass from their broken windows littered the cracked pavement around them.

Weasel looked at Bastle, rolling a silver coin back and forth between his knuckles. Are you sure the mansion is this way?

Bastle nodded. I'm as sure about that as I am that you're a thieving bastard.

Just as long as you're sure.

Slice turned towards them and put a finger to his lips. I thought I heard something.

Bullseye pointed his double barrel towards the abandoned police station in response.

"I think you're