Clark Ellers

Two zombies were already down, courtesy of me and my hunting knife. The third lurched toward Murray, who was clutching my machete with a death grip....

“Stop!” Murray yelled. I hit the brakes hard. The schlepper, secured in the truck bed, revealed its immense weight and threatened to make the truck skid...

Murray stood inside the massive garage, with a sea of cars and trucks behind him, arms stretched wide and a smile on his face normally reserved...

Before I opened my eyes, before I even realized I was awake, I heard the distinct sound of a shell being loaded into the chamber of...

I stood in the middle of the road, waiting for Gianni’s car, which would either stop as I planned or sail right over me with nothing...

Day seven. I was cleaning my weapons after my daily attack on the dead surrounding Sisco when I noticed the gates opening. Gianni’s black 2-door was...

It was day four since I’d jumped off of the wall into a sea of zombies and fought my way to the forest surrounding Sisco. A...

I didn’t sleep. Not even for a minute. I was about to be walled. My friends were planning a secret rescue, but I knew almost nothing...