The Living Dead walk the planet Earth, hungry for human flesh, and that's not even the worst part. In this post-apocalyptic world, there were few certainties. Even death isn't final anymore. Chaos reigns everywhere, and after the Governments of America and the United Kingdom thought they could destroy the Zombies by bombing some of the world's most heavily i...
The sun rose over the city of Boston. Like many of the city's denizens, I'm in bed. However, unlike most of them, this is where I'm going to stay. Oh, it's not because I'm lazy. You see, I'm a vampire. Yeah, one of the denizens of the night. There are quite a few of us around. The world thinks we're mere myth and to be honest, we prefer it that way. We let t...
The sun will rise soon, and since I'm yet to feed, this is decidedly bad news. Soon the unbearable light will bathe the desert sands, and like all my kind, I must hide or perish. Such is my lot in life as one of the undead. I walk through the streets of Mogadishu, a slender, brown-skinned young Somali woman, my head covered by a nice hijab, my dress blowing...
"I'm sorry," Sergeant Miller told me, right before he shot me. Of course, since this was the dawn of the Zombie Apocalypse and the fucker failed to hit my brain, I was doomed to come back. Nowadays, we all get a second chance at life, and this really sucks. For this and many other reasons, I hate the fucker. Life as a Zombie sucks, man. It's even worse if yo...
A lot of people don't approve of interspecies relations and I honestly think these bigots need to get over themselves, seriously! My name is Karen Elroy and I'm a young Black woman living in what's left of the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Three years ago, before the zombie outbreak, my life changed. I met this charming older Black gentleman who introduced himsel...
"We are so screwed," Private Patricia Etienne said aloud, watching the hordes of the shambling dead which surrounded the town of Redoubt, the last bastion held by humanity. Redoubt, the fortified enclave with the sixty-meter-high cement walls, patrolled at all hours by dozens of armed men and women. Like so many others before it, in the end, Redoubt would fa...
I waited in the thicket until twilight, then waited some more. At last, Imran Hafiz left the masjid, and I smiled triumphantly. For once he was alone, I could see none of his usual assortment of armed guards anywhere. Moving silently I dashed across the yard, my feet barely touching the ground. Drawing my dagger from my pocket, I struck. Three times I plunge...
Rachal loved Halloween. It was her time for hunting. And she'd already selected her prey. Although the twenty-four year old usually preferred young flesh, the forty-year old Heather was her target for the evening. The brown haired, mother of two had a sweet smile, a need to be dominated, and a slender yet incredibly curvy body that begged to be devoured. S...
"The Hunters are here," those words, dreaded by all creatures of the night, poured forth from the mind of Akufo, the burly, dark-skinned sentinel typically posted at the mansion/lair's main entrance. Upon hearing the warning, sent directly into her mind via Telepathy, Alia Owusu woke up with a start, and if her heart still beat, it definitely would have been...
Smiling with utmost satisfaction, I licked my lips, tasting the last droplets of Esther Rosenberg's blood before dropping her corpse unceremoniously on the ground. At last, the Huntress is no more. And vampires and Hunters far and wide will know that I, Hanna Ismail is the one who brought her down. I looked at Esther Rosenberg one last time before disposing...