The Purge

It was always quiet at the end.

Most of the humans had already perished. Mother Nature, as they’d naively called it, had taken care of that. They had no idea who had been pulling the strings all these years.

There were survivors, sure. They had proven to be a stubborn species, the humans. But even the strongest of them would cease to exist after what would happen next.

Jacob listened to their voices, quiet whispers and final, desperate prayers from across the planet. Despite his apathy, he’d learned to cherish them.

After all, he wouldn’t hear any again for a millennia.

The Wild, Limited

“You’re only as good as the creature you hunt.”

My father, three days before he was slain. I was nine.

Forty years on and things have changed. The War left nothing to hunt.

So I created my own wild. The pitting of man against the deadliest creatures to have ever walked this earth. Any beast, past or ancient past.

Science, eh.

Now, man is hunting again. Winning. One man in particular. Marshall Marcus. He’s rich and he’s deadly. And he’s killed everything I have to offer.

Well, almost.

After all, it’s been a while since I’ve been out in the wild.