April's Fools

My father named me after a gun and taught me how to skin and cook a squirrel by the time I was ten.

The only feminine influence I ever had growing up was when Dharla Cornburner told me I needed to get laid.

I was raised feral on a solid diet of crazy, so when three hot ex-military dudes show up on my doorstep, making claims about a plague and the end of the world as I know it, I don’t even bat a lash.

They insist I need to go with them, that they’ll keep poor little ol’ me safe.

I’m perfectly fine right where I’m at, but I’ve always been an adventurous girl, and the three of them and their muscles look like an excellent place for a me sandwich.

These boys are strung tight almost to the point of snapping.

Which happens to be just how I like ‘em.

Looks like the end of the world just got a hell of a lot more fun.

Let the games begin.