My timing is atrocious
So, I’ve been planning to start this little post-apocalyptic story on the website for a while, and keep putting it off because, hey, that’s what I do. And having found my basic ideas for the story slightly undermined by Global Fiscal Meltdown, I then swithered over trying to get my head round that enough to incorporate it into the story (because, in my head, it was only a little better than Global Thermonuclear War in the Big Obvious Metaphor stakes).
But, having admitted to myself that, really, I don’t have enough story yet to worry about whether reality is overtaking me, I’ve decide to start posting the story. The theory is, if it’s out there, I’ll feel guilty enough to actually get to the, y’know, plot…
The premise (or premises - like apocalypse, I’m uncertain of the plural) for Waketrailers is that if the world ends, chances are it won’t be epic, and the people who survive won’t be heroic. The waketrailers themselves are people who have always been on the edges of the action: people who know friends of friends that lead glamorous, exciting lives. But the waketrailers, who find themselves with no transferable skills for the apocalypse, aren’t any less prepared than the supposed trailblazers. Think of it as an Anti-Heroes.
Part 1 is here: Starts with a whimper. It’s a prologue, really. Plot may or may not follow…
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