This group effort is to be known as "Moon Burn" and is slated to be set approximately 200 years in the future. Both of us have experience as writers, but this is our first time working together. Without further adieu, I present to you just a meager snippet of "Moon Burn" by Adam Anderson and Pete Tobias. Enjoy!
As
the flocks of those resigned to their grim fate shuffled past him
with their heads hung in despair, Lee caught sight of one – and
only one – who's eyes seemed to hold a light of determination. A
wry grin spread across the features of the heavily muscled sociopath
as eye contact was made. "You must be new here.”
The
new arrival nodded slightly, though his eyes had become unsettled.
It was as if the fresh meat was searching for an escape route. You
had to admire his persistence. Sadly, Lee didn't share this view of
the plucky draftee. “Welcome to the moon! The food is shit, the
people treat you like shit, and if your lucky someone will gladly
slit your throat. Word has it that's the only way off this rock.."
As if on cue, Lee hefted a recently created corpse off the ground,
chuckling loudly as he used his finger to demonstrate that the exact
mentioned fate had befallen this departed soul. The blood that ran
from his throat had barely even congealed, not even formed that flaky
crimson crust of spilled and wasted life along the lower throat.
After the demonstration of carnage, the cadaver was thrown over his
shoulder, treated with all the care one would give a large bag of dog
food. A few large, effortless strides later, and the trash chute was
being pulled open. The dead body was lowered to the opening, and
once partially inserted Lee gave it a good shove, ensuring it would
reach the furnaces below. Deacon's heart sank. "By the way, the
name is, well every one calls me Grizzly Bear.”
