Squiggly Nest: Post-Apocalyptic Sci-fi

The gunshots had startled him. He'd been in the abandoned lands for so long that he would have wept to hear another man's voice. He didn't weep to hear gunshots, though. He ducked alongside a rusted-out hulk of a Buick and squinted through the broken-out windshield. At first he saw no movement, but then he saw a tendril whip around the edge of a house up ahead. It was only for a moment, but he saw enough to realize why the gunshots had been sounded. He left his crouching position. The squigglies never ranged far from their homelands. They'd stake out an area, usually one with some sort of lure that would attract humans, and then they'd wait, going dormant until the sound of footsteps woke them to battle.


Inspiration: A story in the newspaper about somebody holding up a gas station at gunpoint.
Story Potential: medium-high
Finished Length: novel, prolly.
Notes: he rescues someone, wonders what they're doing in the abandoned lands if they don't even know enough to spot a squiggly's nest. beautiful girl, yadda yadda. comes from an enclave where none of these problems. deep in the abandoned lands. obviously, peace being created by unscrupulous means.