The head nurse must have thought it amusing to send the latest young trainee female recruit down to the morgue to cover for the creepy guy that normally works there. As if that wasn't bad enough, it happened to be the evening shift until the early hours of the morning. Well, she had seen dead bodies before whilst in training, ok, it was with a group of othe...
The worst part was the smell. She hated the fact that she was lying on a table, naked and helpless, her arms chained to the floor at her wrists, spread out so far that her gigantic breasts were forced straight up in the air. She was sickened as the group of zombies, at least twenty by her count, were grabbing her with their slimy, pale-green skin. She was hu...
Chickasaw was just twenty miles to the east of the truck crash. It made sense. They had been making their way east for about a week. Binkle found the first place to stay in Chickasaw, the only place, and parked the Camaro outside the Thurston Motel. He got out and got his duffel bag out of the back seat. He paused to look around. It was a quiet town. Alread...
When I woke up in The Midnight Hotel things were different there was someone there. He was signing out and I went up and confronted him. "Who are you?" He glanced up and smiled. "Oh hey. You're the other one who stays here, huh?" "Yes? You too?" "Yeah. What's your name?" "... Rise" "Rise huh... Fitting... You can call me Gates." "How many times have yo...
The dusky graveyard had been torn apart and emptied. Its ancient tombstones were cracked and toppled, its rusted gates broken off the hinges. The ground was freshly dug and churned so that massive piles of dirt bordered the dozens of previously undisturbed graves. Every moldy coffin had been cracked open, and every vine-covered tomb had been ransacked, but n...
Hey, there. My name is Zachary Etienne. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, to Haitian immigrant parents. I lived a fairly normal life in my hometown, enrolling at McGill University to study Criminology and living it up on weekends like everybody in the town of Montreal. I was twenty years old when the Zombie Plague hit. I mean, at first...
"Well, doggies...." Jed lowered the rifle with a heavy heart, the roar of 30-30 still ringing in his ears. Jethro's corpse twitched briefly before lying still. His attacker hadn't even noticed. Jed didn't relish telling his cousin that he'd been forced to blow his nephew's brains all over the estate's sprawling grounds, but there had been no choice. Once Jet...
The sun rose, bathing the landscape with its eerie light. In what was once the City of Ottawa, Ontario, plenty of creatures were stirring. The rats, squirrels, feral cats, stray dogs and whatnot. Their numbers have skyrocketed since the humans vanished, and the dead metropolis has become their new domain. They like to run from me, and being super slow since...
"I've worked it out "Daphne looked down at Velma. " The clue was those fake bills we found. The old house is being used as the base for a counterfeiting operation." "What about those creepy noises, the disembodied head and that zombie?" asked Daphne doubtfully. Velma smiled. "The noises are just recordings played through h...
Andy sat on a plush sofa, nursing a Red Bull with vodka and watching the glass-caged go-go dancers dressed as fetish characters gyrate to the beat. The dance floor was far too crowded, and he wasn't quite far gone enough to enjoy dancing, unlike his other friends who were busy getting groovy, or whatever people called it, with the other Goths, at this freaki...