Fear The Living/Issue 75

This is a preview for Issue 75 of Fear The Living. The Full Issue is planned to be released somewhere from 1/4/2014 - 1/6/2014.

As consolation for this only being a preview Emo Peter will dance for you.



Issue 75 (preview)
Ken Myers Jr.'s POV

Me and Logan finally arrive at the lab, I quickly open the door, and my senses are flooded by the smell of fresh food. I quickly walk to the source of it, and I see Andrew cooking some steaks on a stove. He looks at me and at Logan, and smiles.

“We’re back.” I say, and Andrew turns to us.

“I see your little buddy there is hungry.” Andrew says, and I look at Logan and I see him staring at the steaks with wide eyes.

“They’ll be ready in a little, table’s over there if you want to get ready, yeah after the apocalypse I kind of made the lab into a little house.” Andrew says, pointing at a table set up with four chairs at the end of the room.

I quickly plop myself onto one of the seats, and Logan takes the chair in front of me. “Man steaks for food, haven’t had that in a while huh?” I say to Logan.

“I want to devour them all already.” Logan says, still staring at the steaks.

“Well calm your nipples there Logan, you’ll have to wait.” I say.

“But they look so damn tasty, I remember before this apocalypse whenever I would go to my grandma’s house, she would cook me two steaks every time, and then give me ice cream right after. I miss her.” Logan says, and I see his face fall into sadness.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">“Hey, just don’t think about those kinds of things, we wouldn’t want a sad Logan huh?” I say.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">“You know you always talk to me like if I’m six years old.” Logan says.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">“You might as well be.” I say, jokingly.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">“I’m thirteen, you prick.” Logan says.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">“You know what I find funny about your name, it’s Logan Kent. Logan, like my brother, and then Ken-t, Ken and then a t. What are you trying to do, steal my family’s names? Good thing you don’t know what my actual name is, shit.” I say.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">“Wait a second, Ken isn’t your real name?” Logan says, crossing his arms at me.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">“I’m not going to tell you my real name.” I say, crossing my arms also.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">“I’m not going to stop bugging you until you tell me.” Logan says, smirking.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">“Go ahead, I’m not going to crack. If the bandit’s never got me to crack I’m sure as hell not going to let a thirteen year old crack me.” I say, jokingly.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">“Come on, I’ll steal your steak if you don’t tell me.” Logan says.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">“Fine I’ll tell you, but you got to promise not to tell anyone, ok?” I say.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">“I won’t say anything, I’ll only laugh at the name around you.” Logan says.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">“Fine, but remember you promised, and I don’t take kindly to promise breakers. My name is uh actually Hermes Myers.” I say.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">“HERMES, OH GOD. WHAT A BITCH NAME.” Logan says, and he starts laughing at the top of his lungs.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">“Yeah that’s my name, so after a while I took my Uncle’s name because I got tired of being called Hermes, after a while my teachers got used to it. So yeah after the age of twelve I was no longer Hermes “Son of Zeus” Myers. My dad was a big fan of Greek mythology.” I say

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">“Wait, so your basically a pimp with the amount of girlfriends you’ve had, imagine if you’d told them you’re actual name. I bet they would have died of laughter.” Logan says, and he laughs again.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">“Shut up Mr. Kent.” I say.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">Then Andrew comes to the table with three plates in his hands, he places them in front of me, Logan, and another chair. Then he comes back with the cans of Coca-Cola and places them in front of us. He gets forks and knives for each of us. He plants himself on a third chair.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">“Bon appetite.” He says, and he takes a bite from his steak.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">I do the same, and all I say is “Oh sweet baby Jesus this tastes like the ass of an angel.”.

<p style="text-align:center;">Ben Renolds's POV

<p style="text-align:center;">D.L.'s POV