by Gord Zajac
He’d saved his friends.
Victory was finally his.
There was nothing left to do but drift through space until he was dead.
And that was all right by Major Karnage.
EPILOGUE
A voice crackled across the intercom. “Major? Are you awake?” Karnage opened his eyes. The infinite black stared down at him, blinking with a thousand pin-sized eyes of light. One of the lights grew bigger. It winked at him. “Cookie? Is that you?”
“It is, Major.”
The light in the distance grew bigger. “Am I dead?”
“Not as far as I can tell,” Cookie said.
“Where are you?”
“Same place I was before. Except now I’m in space, coming for you.”
The glittering light grew brighter, and slowly resolved into multiple smaller lights. Karnage could make out the faint outline of a massive saucer-shaped ship. He watched it grow larger as it approached.
“I thought I was gonna die out here,” Karnage said. “I figured it was inevitable.”
“Nothing’s really inevitable.”
“I guess.” The lights grew closer. Karnage took a deep breath, then let it out. “Cookie?”
“Yes, Major?”
“I think we won.”
“I think you’re right,” Cookie said.
The ship’s dark outline grew larger, overtaking Karnage’s vision. The only stars he could see now were the artificial ones flickering and pulsing across the ship. They were all white.
“What the hell am I gonna do with myself now?” Karnage said. The lights coalesced together into a single spot of light. It flooded Karnage’s vision, bathing him in soft white.
“You’ll think of something,” Cookie said. “You always do.”
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Special thanks to Sandra and Brett. I would never have found the courage to commit this story to paper without them. Thanks also to Maxwell Atoms for Spragmos Industries, hoverballs, shark fin hair, and teaching me everything I could ever want to know about trepanation.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
GORD ZAJAC Most of Gord’s previous writing experience has been in television, but please don’t hold that against him. He has written for The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy and Evil Con Carne. He is the prolific author of one short story, one half of a novella, and this book. He lives in Halton Hills with his wife, Alicia Land.
www.gordzajac.com
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