The Collective SciFi Podcast S1:E6 – Sci-Fi Serial – Colony B – Wall

The Collective SciFi Podcast S1:E6 – Sci-Fi Serial – Colony B – Wall

Here’s the next episode of the Collective Sci-Fi podcast.

Today we’re featuring chapter 9 of the sci-fi serial, Wall (part of the Colony B series). Find previous episodes here: Podcast Episodes

You can find Wall here: Wall on Amazon

The entire Colony B series here: Colony B on Amazon

The Collective SciFi Podcast S1:E6 – Sci-Fi Serial – Colony B – Wall

The Collective SciFi Podcast S1:E5 – Sci-Fi Serial – Colony B – Wall

Here’s the next episode of the Collective Sci-Fi podcast.

Today we’re featuring chapter 8 of the sci-fi serial, Wall (part of the Colony B series). Find previous episodes here: Podcast Episodes

You can find Wall here: Wall on Amazon

The entire Colony B series here: Colony B on Amazon

CHEATC0DE – Cyberpunk Gamelit by Michael Campling

CHEATC0DE – Cyberpunk Gamelit by Michael Campling

Most people play the game. Hank lives it.

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Chapter 1
Nineteen

LATE AFTERNOON—THE TIME WHEN KIDS GO HOME FROM SCHOOL. But the street outside Parkville High is empty. No one walks home in this neighborhood. No one except Hank. Today is Hank’s final day of school, and while the other kids cheerfully climb onto the bus, jump into their cars or get picked up by their proud parents, Hank slips out the school gates with his head held low and sets off for home without a backward glance. The motley motorcade of yellow buses, minivans and secondhand SUVs swings out from the school yard and sails along the street, heading for the leafy suburbs: the passengers chatting happily, swapping jokes, or concentrating on their phones. Some are listening to music, their eyes closed, earbuds jammed in place. But no one looks out the window. No one spares a glance for the boarded-up shops or the tumbledown houses with their crooked roofs and cracked windows. No one wonders what’s beyond the sagging chain-link fences barely held in place by drunken steel posts. This street is a wasteland: barren, desolate, empty.

But Hank walks on, his shoulders squared, his hands thrust deep into the pockets of his jeans. He tunes out the rumble of traffic, ignores the diesel fumes. Soon, they’ll be gone and he’ll have the place to himself. He turns a corner, and though he doesn’t raise his head, his eyes flick from side to side, scanning both sides of the street, watching. This is his street, and if there’s anything new, anything missing, he’ll know it in an instant. But there’s nothing to cause concern. Not today. Today, the street is quiet as the grave. The red brick houses don’t just look empty, they seem abandoned: paint peeling from the doors, windows dull with grime, concrete yards cracked and sprouting tufts of grass.

Hank allows himself a grim smile. He’s almost home. He takes a breath, flaring his nostrils. It’s a hot summer day, and the humid air is tinged with a trace of decay. Every summer it’s the same. Hank’s dad, Mervin, says it’s the drains, but how the hell would he know? How the hell would he know about anything? His dad hasn’t set foot outside the house for years. For a heartbeat, Hank pictures his dad, imagines him shuffling from the sofa to the refrigerator, from the bathroom to the bedroom, back and forth, back and forth like a goddamned zombie. He pushes the thought away, pushes it as far as he can. But it isn’t easy. It’s hard to ignore someone when he relies on you for everything. Even harder when you see his face every time you look in the mirror.

Hank takes after his dad. Always has, always will. Everyone says it. And it’s not all bad. Back when he was in his prime, Mervin was a big man: taller than most and built like an athlete. A good man on the basketball court, Mervin played power forward for the college. He could’ve turned pro, so they say. But not Mervin. Ten years pushing paper for the army then kicked out on a disability pension. Hank could never figure it out, and truth be told, he didn’t often try.

Still, the genes came through. Hank has that stature, that poise. He walks like a military man: his shoulders square, his back straight, his arms hanging halfway loose by his side. It’s not much but it’s what he’s got, and it’s enough. Most of the time. The drunks and the vagrants leave him alone. And Hank has the knack of seeing trouble five minutes before it hits the fan. He does OK. He makes his own luck. Most of the time. And when things turn ugly, he’s fast enough on his feet to get the hell out of the way. (more…)

The Collective SciFi Podcast S1:E6 – Sci-Fi Serial – Colony B – Wall

The Collective SciFi Podcast S1:E4 – Sci-Fi Serial – Colony B – Wall

Here’s the next episode of the Collective Sci-Fi podcast.

Today we’re featuring chapters 6 and 7 of the sci-fi serial, Wall (part of the Colony B series).

You can find Wall here: Wall on Amazon

The entire Colony B series here: Colony B on Amazon

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