(This story involves sex with the undead, ghosts, and perhaps a very unfortunate end for our protagonist. If that isn't your cup o' tea, I understand. But darling Bella will be a recurring character in some of my work,) Bella wasn't your ordinary college student. Honestly, Bella wasn't ordinary, period. If you saw Bella first thing in the morning, you...
We've all got something we're ashamed of. Yeah, I guess that's part of human nature, I guess. Even though I'm not technically human, though. I am a zombie. I'm deeply ashamed of the world I live in. zombies suck. So do humans. I hate both species. Lord, I need a third option! Life as a member of the undead used to be pretty cool, I guess. I used to run with...
I awoke to the devilish laughter of Dean echoing in my ears. Which promptly coalesced from dream memory to real world sounds of the twittering song of a woodland wren, or some such songbird. It was dawn already. Since the end of everything survivors tended to rise and retire with the dawning and setting of the sun and we counted the passing of days by the...
Sandy quivered like a pile of jelly on the kitchen table as Joe pulled his cock out of Sandy's now deflowered vagina. Beside her, his mom and her own mom, lay on the table seemingly satisfied after he had given each of them a good share of his cock fucking. Now he had to do something about all the women that were coming towards the house. Did they know the...
The car sputtered to a stop and the engine cut off. She tried to start it but the motor cranked over and over. She hit the steering wheel and looked around the street. She picked up her cell and had no service. She tried to start it and kept going till the battery drained and the car slowly die completely. She knew she was lost in the town and had to get hom...
"Listen up, you country bumpkin, we are going to confiscate your weapons and secure the area, we've got our orders, now, do as you're told or else," Sergeant Cameron Steller said brusquely to the six-foot-tall, plump, short-haired African-American woman who stood before him. The gal looked like she had someday to say, and there was nothing the Sarge would en...
The name is Mohammed Youssef. I'm a big and tall young Black man living in the town of Mogadishu in the Nation of Somalia. I'm here to tell you the truth about the War Against the Undead. The War against the Zombies. In the movies and poorly written novels, whenever the Zombies rise, they're always attacking someplace fancy like North America or Europe. In r...
The zombie had been walking for days. Perhaps walking wasn't the correct term. Shuffling or lurching was more accurate. He was dimly conscious of a tiredness as he moved. He barely lifted his feet anymore. When the catastrophe, the "zombie apocalypse" had occurred, when he had been stricken after his own attack, he had moved much more quickly. But that had b...
"Miss, are you alright?" came a deep, kind of raspy masculine voice, and I startled awake, and found myself in a decidedly unusual setting. I was lying on the pavement, and a tall, beefy older man in military fatigues stood over me, gun in hand. I blinked, and looked at him, a pale-skinned, ruddy-faced man with two days stubble. I was surprised to see appare...
My name is George W. Bush. I'm the Forty-Third President of the United States of America. The first openly bigoted dimwit to become Leader of the Free World. I'm also a zombie. In fact, most of the country and the world has been transformed into zombie. What is zombification? Simply put, the process through which a person becomes a zombie. In 2008, the Zombi...