Action Adventure Fiction

[note: Sorry about the lateness of this one. Today has been crazy. If you are new to Oasis, start with Chapter 1.]

Help And Red Shoes

The yelling got louder.

I knew they had to be close, so I slowed down and kept moving toward the sound. I still wasn’t sure why I was going or what I was going to do when I got there.

Three flares shot up into the air in rapid succession. They came from close by, probably just around to the other side of the block.

I hugged the brick wall of the insurance office on the corner and peeked around.

There was a row of stores, mostly antique dealerships and oriental rug shops, all of whose windows had been smashed. Nestled toward the center was a two-story apartment building.

Gathered around the front door of the apartment building was a mob of perhaps ten deads. They were pounding tirelessly at what was left of the front door.

I couldn’t be certain, but it appeared that there was at least one survivor on the other side trying to (more…)

[Note: Starting at Chapter 30 is only going to confuse you. If you haven’t read Oasis before, go back and start with Chapter 1: The last Shift.]

Life Just Isn’t Fair

Carl ran at me and pulled his hand back to strike.

His timing was off, and if I let him, we’d collide before he could throw that haymaker. Not that I was about to let either of those things happen.

I braced against the floor and drove the palm of my right hand into his solar plexus.

Carl made an audible “Whoomph” as the air left his lungs. He dropped to his knees and struggled to force a breath.

Something inside me was screaming for me to (more…)

[note: Yes, I changed my mind on the chapter name. At least, I pushed it off till next week. It’s my story, and I can do that. If this is your first time hearing about Oasis, you’d do well to go back and start with Chapter 1.]

First Aid

Max’s body flopped around as the garden cart bounced along the old pavement.

I just kept on running. If he didn’t have a concussion before, this’ll certainly do the trick.

The cart hit a particularly hard bump as we entered the parking lot.

Max groaned again.

I was relieved to see that there weren’t any deads waiting between me and the warehouse. I ran for the stairs leading to the door we had exited and slowed the cart so it wouldn’t slam into the wall. I looked back to see how much time I had.

Fifty, maybe sixty deads clogged the road, all making their grim march directly for me.

I scanned for the closest group and guessed I had a maximum of one minute to get inside.

I stopped the cart, ran up the stairs and pounded three times on the door.

Almost before the third knock, the door flew open.

I didn’t bother to (more…)