Status Updates From The Unveiling

Antarctic dead were slavering to become corporeal again. They needed a host. They needed her. They wouldn't be denied. Maybe it wouldn't be all that different from life on Zinnia Trace. Being stuffed with other people's stories, their beliefs.

Anytime the world tells you something is for your own good, a road your life could have traveled gets erased. After that, you can never know what might have happened. All you can do is keep going.

That was the true nature of horror. It needed your full participation.
You climbing in the capsule and pulling the hatch shut of your own free will. Why had any of them ever come down here to the ass of the world voluntarily-

Mikey smiled angelically then picked up a rock. Bobbi Sue paused her adoration long enough to ease it out of her son's hand before he could chuck it at the wildlife. A hundred years ago the first men to set foot here had probably done the same thing in a need to draw blood and feel all-powerfl, only their moms weren't around to stop them.