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    Till Death Do Us Part

    While Molli slept soundly next to the man of her dreams, the streets outside her one-bedroom apartment were swarming with the undead. Molli and her bedmate were oblivious to the zombie infestation taking place right outside the window. They had stumbled home in the middle of the night, unknowingly being stalked by the undead. Young […] More

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    From Hell They Came: Part One

    The shotgun shell burst through the back of the zombie’s half rotted skull, spilling it’s mutated brains all over the hot pavement. Before the zombie could hit the ground Alisha’s arm was already in full swing, bringing down her spiked bat onto the head of a second undead attacker. Thick, cold blood splattered over her. […] More

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    Outbreak Journal: vol.1, by Elvis A Cardona

    Date: 02/05/70 Time: 3:00 p.m. Location: Newark, New Jersey Distance from me: Approx. 250 miles The ten o’clock news on local channel 3, reported some very bizarre and strange activity had been occurring place at a local diner in the Newark area. There were several strange figures committing acts of murder. The reporter interviewed one […] More

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    From Hell They Came: Part Five

    Dan, Ricky, and Alisha made their way a bit further into the city. As much as Alisha would have preferred to get back on the road, she understood that Dan and Ricky had a responsibility to their community to get more supplies and if she wanted to go back with them, she’d have to tag […] More

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    Whimper by Scott Lefebvre

    It was the year the bees died. But first it was the bats. But no one cared about the bats because they dismissed the scientific evidence by ignorantly indulging in the old analogy that bats are just rats with wings. Or maybe mice. But first it was bats and then bees and then birds. But […] More

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    LOVABLY DEAD, by Alex Eldrich

    “Nguh…” Kate rolled over to face her fiancé lying next to her on his back. “What, honey?” “Nguhhhh…!” “Oh you poor thing, you’re hungry aren’t you?” She noticed a glob of drool on the corner of his mouth. Grabbing a tissue from the night table she turned back to wipe his lips. Quick as a flash he […] More

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    The final chapter

    The final chapter in Kyle’s Fiction Friday

    The outside of the warehouse is grim dark with the structures being covered by the grim dark dusk while there is not a moon in the sky. We all come to see that the entrance to the warehouse is being barricaded by three U.S army dark grey gunner cars. “Stand down stand down, they are […] More

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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 […] More

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    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, […] More

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    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 […] More

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    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 […] More

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    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 […] More

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    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 […] More

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    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 […] More

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