No one wants to set out to be a hero, and discover that they've been a villain all along.

Hello?” I peered into the shadows. Two green circles flashed in the dark. I yelped, jumping backward and pressing myself against the wall. “And may I wish a very good morning to you, too, October.” The voice was amused, underscored by a chuckle like thick cream. “What happened? Did the prettiest little princess miss her carriage home?

We are in the middle of what looks increasingly like the zombie apocalypse. Moaning people don't need help. Moaning people are intending to eat us.

I'm a decent sprinter and I can gun a motorcycle from zero to suicidal in less than ten seconds.

I am, in fact, immortal when annoyed.

Madness is surprisingly freeing.

I’m a cat. We aren’t required to make sense.