Signal Drift: Chapter 9

Signal Drift: Chapter 9

The old VW microbus rattled like a coffee can full of bolts as it groaned down Main Street. Its canary-yellow paint had faded to something closer to mustard, but the spray-painted WORT logo on the side—crooked, chipped, and proud—was still there like a scar that never...
Signal Drift: Chapter 8

Signal Drift: Chapter 8

Cronauer moved through the trees like a shadow. The dirt was damp underfoot, the kind of damp that clung to your boots and never let go. He stepped carefully around a collapsed fence line and paused at the crest of the ridge, where the canopy thinned just enough to...