My name is Ted Kerston. I found some paper and have decided to fill it with my thoughts and ramblings. You know, I used to root for the zombie apocalypse. I prepared for it. Making Go-Bags, learning skills like fire building, lock picking, using fire arms and how to create basic tools in the wilderness. It is true, some of those skills were VERY useful now t...
"I am the one responsible for designing the virus which reanimates the dead, it is my fault, all of it, and foolishly I sold my soul to the Devil for a fistful of dollars," Dr. Amir Osman said soberly, and the six-foot-two, dark-skinned, slender and silver-haired Somali-born American scientist looked into the camera, a haunted look on his handsome face. A lo...
An undead fiend slumbers in her ancient tomb, waiting for a foolish mortal to awaken her so she can return to haunt the living once more. On a dark, stormy night, a mad scientist is playing God, trying to create new life out of a blasphemous mixture of alchemy and science. And somewhere in the void of deep space, an alien horror that should not exist waits a...
Giles’ harsh breathing was the only sound in the old abandoned gas station. The other occupants maintained an eerie silence, all were afraid of what would happen next. They had fled Sunnydale only to be surrounded and forced off the road by the Knights of Byzantium. They had taken sanctuary in this little building, the only thing holding the knights at bay w...
Day One: I was thriving here in the so-called apocalypse, no rules but my own morality and my survival talents were finally put to proper use. I felt masculine, strong, able, worthy. In charge of my own life, future, destiny. With no one bossing me around, other than those two, but I was only tied to them because of Emily. I didn't mind her bossing me aroun...
Delphi Caen slid her way through the busted security door. The control room of DynaCorp's Livestock Health and Wellbeing Facility had seen better days. Spilled tranq cartridges and an abandoned stunrod told the story of just how effective the staff's response to a total power outage had been. Emergency generators had kicked in, but only after the majority of...
It was a strange kind of heaven to be surrounded by three sexually voracious women who came and wrapped me in the simple pleasure of their nakedness. Each stripping away an old life to begin something new. Something that would live on in the uncertain future. Bare and free, they each fell at my feet and murmured as they played with the fruit of my loins fon...
This is a fictional story set in the Walking Dead universe that has nothing to do with the actual TV series. All characters are over the age of 18. Please enjoy! If this is not your cup of tea, please move along. ***** "Eugene! Quickly, in here!" shouted the butch lesbian, Tara Chambler, as she held open the door to a small abandon general store. She and...
Author Note: Hey everyone, hope you enjoyed my last work ("Juice for Juice"). This is set in the same universe, and deals with philosophy, the reality TV show Terrace House, and climate anxiety. I like to think I'm improving my craft, so any ratings and comments—even anonymous—are more than welcome. Thank you for reading this. I love you. Content Warning: s...
Jessica's POV After leaving the werecat's apartment, we went home and changed out of our clothes, putting on something that seemed more fitting for the job. I should have never doubted Ryu for buying that camo gear during his "apocalypse training week". I also should apologize to him for calling him crazy. "Uhmm. I think my tops a little tight." Me and Ry...