It was the day of our wedding and Reba was nowhere to be found. I was in my deep blue suit, Uncle Doug, drunk and stupid, adjusting my...

Reba and I arrived on the island, code named Omega 8, with ten marines, our research gear, an armored jeep and a safe. We’d boarded a...

Base Camp. 2019 It finally found me. It came sprinting out of the forest while I was sleeping off a hangover on the beach, the tropical...

Water cold, skin clammy, fingers shriveled. Carving knife limp in my hand. A droplet of water suspended from the lip of the faucet. I...