The Post Apocalyptic Podcast

“I’ll take five diamond earrings,” the lady from the fourth encampment north said. “Five pairs of diamond earrings?” I asked. “Yes, five pairs, and I want them all fingertip.”

“Hear that si–” …lence, boy? That’s right, the generator’s down.

Terra gives her best impression of a scowl up at me, though to my eye she looks more like a puppy that’s about to sneeze.

Anders is crying. His face remains composed, not a single twitch, but his eyes are shining.

Halvar sheltered under the branches of an old willow tree, hidden from sight by a thick curtain of fronds that trailed the river’s surface.

I got out of bed, and shivered. Edith said it was the middle of April, and even I remembered April being warmer than this.

One way or another, the fallout has carved its marks on all of us.

The first of the buildings fell today. The salt had eaten away at the foundations, the water churned and crashed into the walls, until it buckled under the weight of sixteen storeys of concrete and collapsed.

Carrie Michaels reclined in the dry dirt of the lakeside, watching water spiders skitter across the green-tinted water.

“We really shouldn’t go near that place,” Katy said as Jacob led her toward the dark building in the middle of the abandoned village. “You know who lives there.”

Chains and ropes creaked on the other side of the great gate. Beyond, Grade could hear the sounds of life and livestock, mingling with the rain.

Joss McIntyre sat on his favorite knoll and looked down at The Camp spread below in the small steep-walled valley.

War came in the summer like a heat wave.

Elani sheltered under the branches of an old willow tree, hidden from sight, her aluminium canoe bobbing on the water.

The were called "The Good People". They turned up at the settlement every six months, near as Arch could tell.

He sat in the hide and watched the rain fall.