[Author's Note: Hi everyone, I am so sorry about the long gap between updates. I've been going through a lot of very personal difficulties as of late, and that coupled with my final semester of college has left me with very little free time. I'll try to be better in the future, I promise. I hate keeping you all waiting. So, when we last left our intrepid you...
"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...
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...
The campfire danced and flickered as I sat gazing into it from the mouth of the tent. Dusk was just beginning to settle in around us as the popping of the fire and the chirping of birds filled my ears from seemingly every direction. The seven of us were camped in a patch of woodland on the outskirts of a small village roughly 6 months since the outbreak went...
(Author's Note: A big thank-you to everyone who read and voted on my first, and only, other story, Sweet Young Stephanie. I got lots of private messages and I am very happy that so many of you enjoyed the story. This is a straight tale, a little different than the other one, but hopefully just as hot. Be warned, it gets pretty steamy. If you like it, please...
Sean smiled as he shut the door to his car and dashed up the driveway with his Gamespot bag. His newest purchase was going straight to work. After a drink or two. Actually it was too much work to pour drinks he just grabbed the entire bottle and set it beside him as he put the game in his Xbox 360 and turned the system on. "Damn this game is great!" Sean sho...
Disclaimer: I do not own iZombie. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Peyton Charles checked herself over one last time in the mirror before leaving the bedroom that she now shared with Liv Moore, her best friend turned girlfriend. Not that it was official, as they still technically had separate rooms, but they hadn't really slept...
Disclaimer: I do not own iZombie. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. This story takes place after Season 1. ***** Liv Moore went rigid, her pupils dilated and her vision was suddenly taken over. It was never pleasant receiving one of her 'visions'. Well, there were one or two which had ended pleasantly, especially on her latest brain,...
The World has literally gone to Hell. The War on Terror escalated. Hundreds and thousands died day by day. No one knows who unleashed the Virus, but it spread across America in a matter of days. Who would have thought that the Arabs, or Russians, or CIA or whoever had it, would have found a "zombie" virus? Later, scientists would explain that the V...
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to any of the Resident Evil stuff, but boy do I wish I did... that'd be pretty cool, huh? And I'd be slightly rich. Instead, I'm reduced to writing stories like this for nothing at all. *tear* Alright, let's get down to brass tacks. This is an erotic story, so nobody under 18 through this here door with the flying monkeys p...