“The bearer of evil tidings,

When he was halfway there,

Remembered that evil tidings

Were a dangerous thing to bear.”

Robert Frost

Derelix  Jersey

“Shoot them in the temple. Aim for the temple and they will go down.” This is what the radio said, some time ago, and all the other rubbish that spills from those speakers is worthless. Maintain faith, faith in one’s self, but this is difficult to do. (more…)

Hello?…is this thing on?….OK…. well I guess you want to know what I did in the war? They told me you was recording stuff about the war and wanted to know what I did. You ain’t gonna get a story about the shooters from me…I wasn’t one of those fancy-assed trigger pullers… I did my time in G,R&D. Graves, Registration, and Disposal. (more…)

Zombie writers and readers,

After numerous requests we have finally created an official Facebook page for the site. We’ll use it to post updates when new stories are available, as well as interesting links. It will also be another forum for discussion about general (non-specific-story-related) topics on the zombie apocalypse. So give us a “like” and we’ll see how this experiment goes.

-ed.

This is the second story of a series that began with 1ST OHIO VOLUNTEERS.

1.

Moonrise.

The darkened, almost pitch black landscape below began to shift into faint shadow as a nearly full moon climbed above the eastern horizon. The cold, white lunar light gave the entire forest surrounding the tiny compound of the 1st Ohio Volunteer Regiment an eerie, almost enchanted quality. The chorus of crickets was almost deafening in the cool night air, broken only by the occasional hoot of a solitary owl. (more…)

Mark gripped the gun in his hand and aimed dead center at the zombie’s head, when he pulled the trigger bits of brain and skull sprayed everywhere. “Just admit that you were wrong.” He demanded and aimed for another. He was only around thirty, but could have been mistaken for fifty.

“I’m not the one to blame here.” His wife, Kathryn, said and shot two rounds out the window. She too looked old for her age, something that came with the situation they were in, but she had grown into it. The pair was stuck in their old kitchen, with its blood-splattered, now-useless conveniences in it, with hundreds of walking corpses wandering towards them outside. “Besides, I’m not the one who decided for us to stay put instead of moving north where these things can’t get us.” (more…)

200 Miles and Miranda Penton couldn’t bring herself to look back at what she left. A little over a year ago she had the perfect husband and a baby on the way. She’d given up on being a soldier for the “quiet life” and in exchange, ended up with a stillbirth and a divorce so fresh the ink was still wet. The doctor said it wasn’t her fault. “Nothing you could have done,” he said. But no matter how she tried to convince herself, she couldn’t believe it. Something was wrong with her. Something killed their baby and their marriage just after that. The call from Entity 6, a biomedical research compound in upstate New York, gave her a place and a reason to run. It gave her an $80,000 a year paycheck and an escape from the suburban housewife persona she never wanted in the first place. No one would feel sorry for her where she was going and there was no reason for any of them to know. She was tired of pity. (more…)

A treat for your Tuesday: Organ Trail, a port of the classic Apple-II-era game that inspires much 5 1/4″ disk nostalgia.