It’s the buzzing in my head that disturbs me the most.
It comes as a warning right before they do.
The little black spiders that are eating our world.
Book Two of the Walk
We turn our eyes to the North and wonder if this is the day we abandon the remnant of the old lives we tried so hard to hang on to.
We wonder if this is the day we join the Walk.
Book Three of the Walk
There was nothing left to do but walk. Walk miles down the highway, town after town, from one state to the other.
After the leaps and bounds our society has achieved, this is what we are reduced to.