Jay J. Falconer

“When you start a fresh journey into the unknown, it helps to allow random luck to select your path. If not, then you run the risk of letting old habits and burnt-in thought patterns influence the decision-making process. When that happens, it increases the chances of falling right back into the same swirl of discontent from which you are trying to escape.”
― Jay J. Falconer, Homeland: Uprising

“Now you’re as ugly as me,” Nomad said, looking down and admiring all the hurt he’d delivered. Wicks rolled to his side and spat out a mouthful of blood, making Nomad step back in amazement. How the hell can Wicks keep going? Nomad had never seen anything like it. Most men would have passed out long ago, their eyes closing and minds drifting off into dreamland. It must have been the man’s stubbornness fueling his will to continue, despite the endless beating. Wicks got to his feet once again, only this time he remained bent over at the waist, wobbling from left to right. Nomad spotted something crawling on the wall, not far from the entrance to this section. He ran and snatched it, feeling its hairy legs filling his grip. He circled to the front of Wicks and jammed the spider into the man’s mouth. Wicks stood more erect, gagging from the creature filling his throat. Nomad punched at Wicks’ mouth, hitting it with a jab over and over until an ooze of spider guts leaked out and ran down his chin. Right then, a vision appeared in his mind, showing Wicks molesting Summer,”
― Jay J. Falconer, Silo: A Post-Apocalyptic Survival Thriller