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.

The following account of a zombie (Hostile Infected Person, or H.I.P.) encounter was collected at the Spring River Zoo in Roswell, New Mexico from the security tapes off of several different computers.

According to personnel files recovered from the zoo’s computers, Jonathan Ramirez was a 52-year-old custodian who worked at the zoo for 22 years. His personal file showed a man who was rarely late for work and who had multiple reports from zoo patrons telling administrators how nice and helpful Mr. Ramirez was. (more…)

Readers and writers,

Just wanted to give another thanks to the support we’ve seen over these past nearly-four-years. Our readership is up to levels we never really believed possible when this project started in March of 2007. We thought it might be fun to share some of the current statistics with regards to the top-viewed stories on the site. Our current all-time top five, preceded by their number of viewers: (more…)

Announcing the contest winners for the second prize period of 2010:

1st Place: REVENGE by Nick Lloyd

Runner up: THE POWER OF PRAYER by Kevin Fortune

Again we are indebted to our contributors and readers. Choosing the prize winners is excruciatingly difficult. Our thanks to you all.

Lead them to victory.

Daddy took me fishing with him and the other fishers today! He made me my very own bamboo fishing pole and said that when I’m older we’ll go into town and see about finding me a better one! One of the good ones like Mrs. Davis’ pretty gold one or the McQueen brothers’ silver and black ones. The one daddy made me doesn’t have a reel on it so I’ll have to stay close to the shore. (more…)

The snow glistened white, pure and sweet

the wind had blown, thawing the top layer

that it might freeze again, a thin crust

like sugar on creme brulee. (more…)