So I’m trying out Wattpad for a serial. We’ll see how this works out. I decided I’d throw an old piece into the cooker and update weekly-ish, unless disaster or deadline intrudes.
Werewolves on the moon, they said. What could go wrong, they said.
Yeah, let’s send everyone with the Lup17 virus offplanet, sure. Put them on a ghetto the size of a quarter of Terra, send up the bare minimum mandated survival tech and supplies, and sit back and watch the fun. Or just ignore it, let it go, survival of the fittest and all that.
Nobody really expected them to live up there.
Nobody ever expected the Outbreak, either. So all of a sudden the corpses rise and Terra becomes a wasteland, and there’s the Moon hanging like a ripe fruit, Luna all nice and shiny and terraformed and completely Outbreak-free. A choice between the shambling undead and the wolves who sometimes wore human skins, what do you think anyone would pick? We’re all humans, right? Right?
If you believe that, you’ll believe anything.
So they wanted to come up. There were diplomatic hassles, there were speeches in the United, there was lots of gavel-banging and talk about saving the best and the brightest. The only trouble was, it ended up being the rich…and those with a grudge.
Every transport was supposed to be vetted before it blew atmo. Let’s keep Luna Outbreak-free!
Except they didn’t…
I have an idea of where this story ends up, and it’s not pleasant. Which cheers me up immensely. It will also exercise a couple of writing muscles I haven’t used in a while. In between this, the second Gallow book, and the sekrit agent book…hm. Might have bitten off more than even I can chew.
Time to grow bigger teeth…