Her hand still held the  gun but she felt a calm. her fingers were relaxed. Strange.

Her mind though was racing. What the hell did Keith mean.  Imogen Howe worried that she may never see him again. Who was that man. This Baka. That brute. She had never imagined Keith hanging...

They somehow ended up leaving the  McDonalds at the same time. They hadn't said much to each other. Only the comments about that particular McDonalds being oddly good compared to the rest. So it wasn't like they were having a conversation as they left. They walked in silence. Threw away...

Imogen Howe was exiting the zone. For five hours she had driven nonstop. The same ten songs playing on repeat. She had felt like a machine the entire time. There was nothing that was going to stop her. She passed by each car smoothly. Hit no potholes. Hardly touched the...

"Imogen what happened to that cafe? It had so much promise. I remember. This was years ago. I visited. And now I hear you're working a regular job. What happened?"

"It was really. really hard to run a cafe."

"Mmm. I bet. But I thought you had a knack for it. The...

Fuck man. Christmas time. And here he was. On duty. Patrolling. There was nothing to patrol really in this butt fuck town. So he drove around aimlessly for hours. Until he could finally go home and go to sleep. His wife would be asleep already. She'd wake up for a...

He had no appetite but crammed the pizza down. He knew Aaron would give him shit for it otherwise. Jack had already paid for everything. Outside Aaron said that he needed to go take a dump and nap at home.

"But what are you doing tonight?"

"Not sure I'll even be here...

Max Lambert got to work at 12. His boss kept trying to pay him more to get in before the morning shift, but Max wanted to sleep in and putter around at home rather than use his mornings at work. Plus the other cook had the morning well covered. Dave....

She heard the news from Sarah from HR.

"Your mom is ill."

She knew the facts. They couldn't get her down there. It was easy getting people up. Getting people back to earth. Harder. Sarah didn't need to spell it out. Marianna's mom would probably be dead before they could get her...

The man walked into the  cafe thinking about his kids. They would be the age now where they would hang out at these places. If only he could talk to them. But he couldn't. He didn't have the time anymore.

It was a crazy deal. Years ago. He had asked another...

"Hello?"

"Will?"

"Oh hi mom."

"Why do you sound so--" she stopped. "-- are you coming home?"

"Yeah--"

"I mean you don't need to of course. You're an adult. But we were wondering. We'll keep the lights on if you are planning to."

"I'll be home soon."

Will shut the phone off and stared at it. Waiting...

There was a non insignificant fire in the town she had just moved to. Was she already using the word 'move'? She would be there less than a month. She couldn't use that word.

The fire initially seemed like it wouldn't pertain to her case. But she decided to look more...

On the drive to her house he felt how little control he had. She had picked him up from his apartment. She had taken him to the neighborhood to stake the house across from where her friend lived. And now it was she who had driven them way out into...

"Wait, so why do you cut off your exes?"

She kept her eyes straight ahead. Neither her head or her eyes turned over to him. For some reason this made him feel like she was telling him the truth.

"I'm a very jealous person. I like to think of people I date...

It must've been years since the last time he walked alone, out onto the street, this late at night, after having drinks.

Rain had come and gone. Now he felt as though he was walking through mist rather than being hit by falling raindrops.

He was two blocks over from the smack...

She showed up to town a day early.
This surprised me. I was used to her being fashionably late wherever she went.

Final Friday, some no name party at a no name  cafe out in the middle of nowhere. Why did she come out such a way for this?

She drove her  Subaru...

Generation Kill is what they call us. Guys like me. Grew up on shooters and junk food and sadistic jokes. But all those things aren't gonna make Generation Kill Generation Kill. There's gotta be one more element in the mix. One key missing ingredient in that list. 

In fact this...