Author's Note: This, ladies and gentlemen, was the very first Amelia City Story, first written back in 2009. David Engle burst through the eastern doors of the abandoned high school like a maelstrom. I can’t run from it forever, he thought. And if I escape, it’ll kill the others. A homeless vagabond for several years now, David belonged to a pleasant family-like cadre known as ‘The Forgotten Ones’ in Amelia City’s local newspapers. His attire was that of the Great American Bum, which included a tattered old pair of jeans, a worn chambray shirt, cast-off boots, and of course, an Army surplus field jacket. His odor matched that of a cat lady’s apartment.
The Beast and the Forgotten Tribesman
The Beast and the Forgotten Tribesman
The Beast and the Forgotten Tribesman
Author's Note: This, ladies and gentlemen, was the very first Amelia City Story, first written back in 2009. David Engle burst through the eastern doors of the abandoned high school like a maelstrom. I can’t run from it forever, he thought. And if I escape, it’ll kill the others. A homeless vagabond for several years now, David belonged to a pleasant family-like cadre known as ‘The Forgotten Ones’ in Amelia City’s local newspapers. His attire was that of the Great American Bum, which included a tattered old pair of jeans, a worn chambray shirt, cast-off boots, and of course, an Army surplus field jacket. His odor matched that of a cat lady’s apartment.