In the mortuary garden, Gravedigger has been tasked with cutting logs of wood into smaller portions for the wood burner. He stands over a log with a hatchet in his hand. “For every job, there’s a tool. This one has … Read More
Slumdog Wastelander
Gravedigger roams the slums, the place he used to call home. It hasn’t changed much. It’s carnage. “Any place can be a wasteland to those left to wander it. I was six years old. Hungry. Not that kind of ‘oh … Read More
Hole in a Soul
In The Mortuary, a light fog pillows across the cemetery. Within it, the sounds of gravel and dirt being dug at a furious pace can be heard. “I didn’t have a father.” He keeps working hard. “I didn’t have a … Read More