Paul Wensley

Drog

I want to tell you how it started, but first, some backstory... “Grant!” I called down into the pit. It was all that remained of the Murphy home, the pit - after the aliens came and took it. Not a common thing, this taking of houses. No one knew why. But when it happened there was opportunity to scavenge. I’d known Grant since the 7th grade, and though we were never good friends, there was at least familiarity, so we worked together rummaging and making some money. Not big money, mind you, but you never knew what you were going to find.