Literature
Baird's Dilemna
14 kilometres west of New Haven, 19 years AE.
"Seriously we are calling this shithole a haven?" Damon Baird huffed as he pulled his goggles down and went back to the on the spot weld for the 'Dill.
"Aww baby ya sound so negative... Where's that sexy, happy, positive Damon I know hides deep, deep down!" Cole laughed. "Besides Hoffman and Boomer Lady took the vote, the survivors named it."
"Should have called it Arse End of Shitsville." He grumbled, then made a small whoop as the familiar sound of an engine ticking over filled their ears. "Fuck me I impress myself at times."
"Humble bugger ain't ya." Cole snorted. "We done? I reckon we migh