Inpregnation Stories

Vines curled around the gears and cogs of the bunker’s door. Flowers and bushes bloomed in the hot sun as Raquelle stood in amazement. She had never seen plants like these before in the Mojave wasteland. She was used to the sparse desert littered with the odd cactus patch; however this bunker had been overgrown with flowers of all colours. As she looked above the door, she noticed a sign stamped with human blood. ‘Beware,...