12 June 2013
A tiny (unedited) taste from Elements of Undead #4
The bridge was a shambles. Fingernail-sized shards of safety glass littered every horizontal surface. A moribund row of computer monitors stared at Megan with vacant, dead eyes. Trash littered the floor. A tattered mattress, stained to the core, sat in the corner, strands of stuffing spilling forth in crazy tangles. But there were no corpses. Megan made her way to the other side of the room, where she could gaze out over the lower decks of the Excelsior. A salty wind pressed at her face through the hole where the window used to be. This high, she could barely smell the dead.