300 years ago a man saved our village. He demanded a girl as payment: one every moon until he stopped returning their bodies. Two days ago another was returned. I don't know who or what he is or why he wants these girls. All I know is...I'm next.
Adapt or die. That’s the only rule. Kill, or be killed. Eat, or be eaten. Are you ready for the apocalypse?
It’s possible to hate more than one person at a time. So why can't it be the same with love?
How many hours are in a day when you don't spend half of them watching television? When is the last time any of us really worked for something that we wanted? How long had it been since any of us really needed something that we wanted? The world we knew is gone. The world of commerce and frivolous necessity has been r...