zombies

To say I was screwed was like saying a world full of walking corpses was an inconvenience. I stood on top of the overpass, that led...

The pickup surged forward spitting muddy rainwater behind it. There was a horde of zombies in front of me, but there was also the Sisco gate,...

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...