"I've begun to look at the world through apocalypse eyes. Our society, which seems so sturdily built out of concrete and custom, is just a temporary resting place, a hotel our civilization checked into a couple hundred years ago and must one day check out of." - Neil Strauss
Time slows as the body of the Outsider leader hits the dirt at my feet. I hold a smoking gun in one hand and a bloody knife in the other. The eyes of his followers move from his body to me, their disbelief palpable. I'm not sure if it's because I murdered the hell out of their leader or if it's because I'm a woman.
"Come and get me, motherfuckers!" I scream the challenge.
If I don't survive this confrontation, then I'll go down with the same die-trying attitude I've lived my entire life.
Someone shouts and the othe
