We are Netrophil. You cannot stop us. You cannot find us. We are just like you.
There have been rumours of Pandora Haze, a technology company working with the government, creating a way to control humans. There have been rumours of suspicious tests in genetics laboratories all over the country. There have been death threats and bombings and fires and, once or twice, a few mostly-accidental murders. Netrophil is the group responsible. Unfortunately, it mostly consists of university students who don't understand the dangers. This is the story of how Janine attempts to lead a cell of revolutionaries who are, let's be honest, more interested in whether she's having sex with Sara Smith than the destruction of humanity.
Or, the one where all your faves are part of Netrophil.
When you first see the news reports, believe them. It is not April Fools’ Day. It is not Halloween. There is nothing printed in the small square on your calendar that represents these twenty-four hours. The priest opening mass two blocks away as you watch television is wearing green vestments for Ordinary Time. So when you see the news reports, believe them, and leave. You will not get another chance. This is not a drill.
Superheroes save people. Operators save people. Therefore, operators are superheroes. It all makes sense.
Snapshots of the babyhood of Sara Cohen-Myers-Yao, in which absolutely nothing bad happens despite the zombie apocalypse.
When the serpent comes to whisper in your ear, he does not slither or hiss. You always thought you would be able to see Temptation coming; you would be able to avoid it. You would be better than Eve. You would learn from her mistakes.
the idiot didn't even die doing something heroic.
In which there is Jewish geography, unreasonable amounts of fried food, underage gambling and Maxine successfully does not set anything on fire. Hanukkah at the Cohens' is not really something you can be prepared for in advance.
In which there are two very different reunions.
Phil has the power to seduce men with a glance. Unfortunately, he is utterly and completely heterosexual. So what do you do with such a useless power?
You fight crime. Of course.
It turns out Owen isn’t Australian at all – only pretending. He can only last so long before the jig is up.
In one reality, you betray everyone and everything you love.
But in another, you don’t.
Someone leaves anonymous love notes in the comms shack. Tiny heartbreak ensues.
The afterlife was a lot like Cornwall, really.
On the bright side, at least all the things in the taxidermy museum were definitely dead. It was a reassuring fact, what with them being in the middle of the zombie apocalypse.
a catalogue of losses; a list of the damages, though there won’t be reparations.
Eugene doesn't understand how a nation could be so enthralled with a sport in which men in ridiculously white clothing stand around doing nothing for absurdly long periods of time. Jack corrects him, with the assistance of what seems like every child in Abel under ten.
Julia Yao and Paula Cohen at the end of the world.
It's only a matter of time before Sam has to tell his parents he's failing.
Jack and Eugene host Abel Township Masterchef, featuring Simon Lauchlan and his tactical bacon.