The truth about zombies is far different than the myths. They don't feed on brains. There is no "apocalypse" when they show up. Their bodies are cold to the touch, but not bone-chillingly cold. How do I know all this? I am about to tell you. 10 years ago, the first reports began coming in. We had already had a massive die-off of humans a century befor...
Alexis, or Lexi for short, looked out the bus window as it bounced down the country road, staring idly at the fields as her best friend Mel rambled on. Not that she was intentionally ignoring her, but if she had to listen to one more story about Mel fucking a guy she was going to pull her hair out. Instead she was more focused on what would happen after hig...
She walked down the hallway alone. She was wondering what had happened to her friend Shelly. Marley stepped outside the old bank and looked around as she hoped to see Shelly's truck pulling up. She tapped her finger on her holstered pistol debating on going after her friend. She walked back into the bank and locked the door up. She went to the desk and sat d...
Vivian spent two days pondering her faith in the rundown house looking at herself in the mirror. Pink skin and the long tail showed no signs of disappearing and nothing she came up with helped her in any way. The priestess's connection to her old God was completely severed. In the morning of the third day, strange hunger forced the pink demon Vivian to look...
Chapter 02: Natalie's War [This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities are purely coincidental.] [C] Copyright 2008 M Saint ------------------------[ Natalie ]-------------------------- Seven years had passed and Natalie stood in the midst of dust and debris, 18 years of age, and all woman. She stood at 5'11", muscular build on a thin frame, with d...
Chapter one Past Scientists were working on a miracle cure that could possibly destroy any terminal illness known to man. They have tested the new drug on rats and chimps but not on humans. This would be the first human trial thus far. Thousands of terminal ill people are waiting in line for their one shot to being free of their chains linking them with de...
This is the continuation of Ch.1 of my partly fictional story about a group of survivors in a zombie apocalypse. If you have not read the first part, I suggest you do before reading this one, enjoy! I remember being wet and naked and a loud alarm that made everybody panic. When we ran outside the showers, zombies had taken one door down. Everybody was defen...
A light snow was falling, and the little girl with the tattered shawl had not sold a violet all day. She was sitting on a low garden wall, by a makeshift shop she had made out of a few sticks and cardboard boxes, playing shop and selling whatever she had found in the garden earlier. The violets were pretty, and she wasn't at all sad not having sold any, as s...
Clocks squealed the third hour, paling by comparison to his shrieks as they hoisted him up on the table. Bent in half, his restrained legs bracketed his head, giving Sunnyville's zombies access to every bit of vital fluid that he could produce. Nurse Eleanor Trabes crouched beside him, withdrawing several long needles from her worn dress pockets. Gazing at...
Claire's impromptu trip to Racoon City was not turning out like she'd originally planned. Sure, she'd heard the stories, the whole world had! Sensational recountings of supposedly rotting corpses shambling around were the viral thing this summer. It'd started in the occult and paranormal circles, but quickly began being featured on radio shows as well. Zom...