Man writes one page a day to a series of seven novels, every day, never stopping until he is finished. Horror meets modern-day Lord Of The Rings in this tale spanning 70,000 years about a twenty-four year old named Marvin and his encounters with an ancient anomaly known only as the "Harvester".
The buildings were made of pale red brick. They had chocolate brown roofing and the sides of the complex had off white siding. Three of the buildings housed 8 individual two bedroom units, each connected in sets of two like a miniature duplex. Each apartment had its own set of stairs leading up to a terrace that peaked at its summit.
The last of the four buildings housed the one bedroom apartments. The brick foundation was square in shape, with an indoor lobby extending in four directions. There were two floors and they stacked on top of one another like a layer cake. Mr. Rhodes lived in one of these.
Just outside the lobby, a walk way snaked along the right side of the building and into a parking lot. On the opposite side of the black top was a small garage with a set of bay doors on the front of it. A smaller side door that led into a mud room could be found further back. Inside, two additional doors could be seen. One led to the inside storage space of the actual garage, a space where lawn mowers and other tools could be stashed. The other led up a flight of stairs to a small attic area.
At the time of his arrival, Marvin still wasn’t sure as to which apartment was going to be his. It hadn’t dawned on him that all units were labeled on the outside and none of the buildings were posted as studio efficiencies. Marvin pulled into one of the lots next to a yellow Pontiac Sunfire. It was 6:10 when he killed the engine.
