genderbunny's StoriesI'm a cartoonist from Colorado, where the only news that escapes to the rest of the country is about gun-toting maniacs and the occasional local reference on South Park.
My job is to drive a forklift (recklessly), move heavy objects, and cut things with chainsaws. I envy no man.2008-04-16T09:54:31Zhttp://ficlets.com/feeds/author/genderbunnyOught Seven: 08.03.12.17.14<p>Been running since we left Badwater, haven’t had time to collect my thoughts, much less commit anything to com. Map’s on the fritz again, but near as we can figure, we’re in Texas, somewhere near Kansas City. The sooner we’re back in the States, the better. My life sucks enough without having to worry about some old-fashioned Texan hospitality ventilating my fucking skull.</p>
<p>We lost Homely Jim today. We’re all pretty shaken up. Barely a dozen of us left now.</p>
<p><strong>17.1F:</strong> We’ve holed up inside an old mission for the night. Fingers somehow managed to find a Book somewhere, and Donkeyface gave Homely Jim a proper service.</p>
<p><strong>17.2B:</strong> Fingers says the Book was too easy to find, given that the place had been stripped bare of all other organics. Sleeping on the roof as a precaution. The climb was a bitch, but I can’t sleep now. God damn it.</p>
<p><strong>13.04.30:</strong> Fingers was right. At least four dozen milling about below. If they come up here we’re sunk, but they seem to have missed us.</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/251192008-03-19T05:38:48Z2008-04-16T09:54:31Zgenderbunnyhttp://ficlets.com/authors/genderbunnyOught Seven: 07.C.01.07.3A<p>Lost my last com during a raid, so I guess I’ll have to start fresh. Fucking tin can bastards.</p>
<p>We’ve been in Death Valley for the last week, owing to Bossman’s last wishes. Guess he grew up around here, back before the war. (I don’t even want to guess at how old that made him.) He told me once the whole thing was one of the driest places on the planet at one time, but I think he was just being a smartass.</p>
<p><strong>09.1D:</strong> We returned Bossman’s body to his family at Badwater, I guess they run the desalinization plant. I met his granddaughter, my senior by five or six years. Whatever faith the old man had, I want to convert! We’ll be resting up for a day here while we cremate the old man’s body and figure out who’s in charge.</p>
<p><strong>0B.30:</strong> Steve Donkeyface, the second in command, just walked in from God knows where we last saw him falling to his death, that durable sunnuvabitch. This does save us the trouble of picking a new commander, but leaves us with the problem of respecting a man who calls himself “Donkeyface.”</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/149882007-12-01T16:09:42Z2008-04-16T07:10:20Zgenderbunnyhttp://ficlets.com/authors/genderbunny