A/N: Zombie action doesn't break out right away. I like to drag things out when it comes to zombie stories... This is Chapter one. If you want to know what the entrance and a little ways into The Silos looks like, ask me and I'll share the link with you from a photographer who has been down there. Alec's Point Of View: I never thought that the zombie apocal...
Late on a hot summer night in Georgia, Maggie Greene finally vowed to deal with her problem; once and for all. In that very moment, the brunette lay awake in almost pitch-blackness, staring upwards; listening intently. In that very moment, Maggie was unaware that she would start a chain of events that would change her relationship with her sister forever....
Sci-fi... science fiction. The very word conjures to mind spaceships, intergalactic civilization, laserbeams and robots. Or, maybe it just conjues up images of slightly overweight nerds in glasses who are obsessed with TV shows and live in their parents basement. Which is unfortunate, even if there is some grain of truth in it. I'll admit it. I'm a little n...
(Hi All, You don't need to read the first chapter, though it would be great if you did. The emphasis is not on fighting zombies. However, it is a setting that brings different types of people together. This chapter is about the sex. I hope you enjoy.) Day 5 is winding down and this team of survivors is relaxing from a hard day's work of killing the infected...
Chuck truly loved his job. He had been hired as project manager at an up and coming video game company. Essentially, he was working his dream job. They were currently working on a dumb, but incredibly fun, game centering on an eco-terrorist werewolf attempting to avert the apocalypse. His team was on a deadline, and he was working excessively late hours. Be...
*Ding* *Ding* *Ding* You hear your clock , that sounds like all four riders of the apocalypse. You rub your eyes and sit on your bed. Your hand mechanically picks up your phone, that is laying on the beds counter. 7:02 AM. You groan with frustration. You feel like crap but this college is ruthless. Slowly, as you are still sleepy, you stand up, in quest for...
You stand at the back of the old antique shop, as you do every Monday morning. The store is both your dream and your nightmare, filled with overpriced toys for you to impulsively waste your pitiful wages on. You briefly wonder how you're going to pay your rent this month, but you push the thought to the back of your head as you grab more assorted junk from t...
Aminata Amponsah yawned and stretched as she stood on the Rampart, looking at the multitude of Undead besieging the remnants of metropolitan Accra, Ghana. The tall, dark-skinned and curvy young Muslim woman, a native of Kumasi City, did not like what she saw. Although a forty-meter-high wall with barbed wire on top protected what remained of metropolitan Acc...
You were pretty young when the bombs fell. In the years leading up to the apocalypse, the world was ravaged by the Masculum Plague, a deadly disease that wiped out 99% of the male population. What followed was a total societal collapse. When the dust settled, women inherited the Earth. America, once controlled by a powerful patriarchy, is now a lawless waste...
Almost nobody knew what year it was. For most people it didn’t matter anyhow people lived day by day and because of the catastrophe, earth didn’t have seasons anymore. What the catastrophe was or what triggered it, it all was forgotten through generations. There were vague stories about people living in tall buildings, having easy access to something called...