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**After a small bout of alcoholism and writer's block I decided I needed to shuffle the deck a little, this chapter takes place an undisclosed amount of time after the last**

 

     Perfectly normal start to a day. The buzzer on my phone tore me from one nightmare to the next. I was on my feet, phone off, baseball bat in hand, ready for anything. But once again, nothing had happened. I stood there, perfectly still and hardly breathing as I listened to my surroundings. Nothing.…

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Now in normal, everyday life getting gas is a very simple (but expensive) event, but when the end of the world is upon you, and there are zombies wanting to make you their next meal, getting gas gets a little harder (and a lot cheaper). Due to the myth, we don’t even want to be bit, because for all we knew at the time being bit meant being one of them. That’s not something I want. With the spread of the death plague the zombies were in quite a large number already, and Brandon found it rather… Continue

My first thought was to take my beater of a car, but then I saw Jon’s keys, and Jon had a Humvee, so my mind changed rather quickly. I went down and grabbed the shotgun, and all the shells I had. Not only did I grab the ammo, I grabbed what I call entertainment; my broadsword and my machete. Of course I couldn’t shake the horrible image of my own body being ripped apart in a similar fashion to that of Jon’s girlfriend, so I got prepared. I grabbed my heavily studded and quite worn down leather… Continue

"Whats up, Shauna? " I yelled out the door.



As she turned I could see that a large portion of her cheek had been torn off. Torn off to the point that I could see her ivory white teeth, which made an eerie contrast to the dark tone of her skin and the pinky flesh surrounding the teeth.



Startled, but still thinking on my feet, I grabbed the shotgun from above the cabinets and set it next to the large sliding door.



“Hey Shauna, you okay?” I yelled. But she just… Continue