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  • A story by Michael W. Garza

    Marty felt strange as he leveled his sights on a person’s head. He took aim on the woman as she lumbered slowly toward him across his grandfather’s field. One of her eyes hung out of the socket, bouncing of her cheek with every step. Marty lined up the end of his rifle on her forehead […]

  • Random Undead Poetry Time

    These are some random zombie poems I’ve written. Zombie Haiku Dead flesh rots away, Undead brain continues on. No hope for us now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Flesh Eaters Rip, tear, scrap, scratch Bite, chew, growl, snap Blood, sweat, guts, brains Guns, knives, bats, chains Run, hide, kill, fight Morning, noon, evening, night Scavenge, hunt, food, supplies Raiders, […]

  • From Hell They Came: Part Three

    Alisha walked back towards the city with Dan and Rick, keeping herself a few steps behind the men as she walked. With each step Alisha took back into the city she had just fought her way out of, she questioned whether or not she was being complete idiotic following these men. Everything she had experienced […]

  • September 17, 1992, Part Two

    I awaken with a cold chill through my body in an abandon structure; lying on the cold, hard paved floor in arching pain. I sit there for a few moments then finally decide to get up from the floor to explore the structure. As I explore, I behold stacks and stacks of different sizes of […]

  • Reconstructed, by Richard T. Schrader

    Gerard Fourie was lean in his old age but still fit as a man prone to wandering in the trekgees tradition of his South African Boer ancestry. He had walked alone many miles that night along the railroad tracks, but it wasn’t an aimless journey because there was a destination clear in his mind and […]

  • The Beauty of Zombies

    Venus Justus was an ugly duckling throughout grade school, but she didn’t turn into a swan. No, she grew up to become something much more valuable: a duck that didn’t give a shit. Ironically, Venus’ parents named her after the goddess of beauty, but with her beak nose, weak chin, and mousy hair, Venus was anything but […]

  • Summer trouble, June 18, 1990

    I am four years old chunky, with a short natural curly hair cut, my ears are curve from the center of my earlobes. I wear a red long sleeve shirt, blue jeans always smiling.  My mama is wearing a long navy blue dress with tan high heel sandals, with braided tan straps gift wrap high […]

  • As time goes by

    November 10, 1992 Today is another boring day of the same regimen but the only difference is that we are going to have a surprise for Chow since today is his seventh birthday. After dinner McCall serves us a white creamy frosting three layers’ cake with slices of bananas on top of the cake. He […]

  • The Night Before ZomPoc Christmas

    ‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the city, The creatures were stirring, the streets were so gritty. The warnings were sprayed on the walls with great haste, In hopes that the dead would not get a taste. All the children were hidden in bunkers and sheds. With visions of slaughtering burned in their […]

  • Burn baby burn, by Carl Cart

    John was a hard core survivalist, and he had been prepping for the apocalypse for a long time, way before prepping had became popular. His basement was fully stocked for whatever shit finally came down. He had food and water for three months, medical supplies, and enough guns and ammunition to start his own small […]