Storygram #96
As he walked, his ears began to detect a second set of footsteps. When he stopped, they stopped a couple of steps late. He repeated the procedure enough times to confirm that someone was following him but didn’t want to be known.
Storygram #70
Panicking, he pleaded with his ally, the light, to stay with him as it flickered several times. And there was darkness. He shook it and banged it against his palm. Nothing.
Storygram #58
I’ve never seen them before. The old stories were believable enough. Once they contracted the virus, they would lose individuality and revert to a primal state.