Don't get eaten, my friends.

I don't know about anyone else, but where I've been I've noticed that there are a lot of scientists who set up shop in a shed or something. At least, they call themselves scientists. I think what they really are is a bunch of sadists. They experiment on the flesheaters... You know, trying shit out. They say they're just trying to find how to kill them best, but we all already know how…

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I remember where I was on ZDay. Every survivor does. It’s a memory that’s ingrained into all of us, another trait that unites us under the banner of humanity. As for me, well, I was in one of my classes in college when people started getting calls and texts. We all remember the news stories before the shit hit the fan. Fearmongering was rampant, so a lot of people did one of two things- completely ignored it, or went into psycho-survivalist mode and stockpiled everything they could get their… Continue

I never liked watching the news. It was too damn depressing. Always another disaster, another tragedy, another person’s world ending, and you would see people crying, and then it would skip back to the anchors who would be sitting there all nice and dry and comfy in the studio and they’d say something meaningless like “I sure hope they get the help they need” or “That’s just so sad” and then they go to the next story, like automatons. I’d met a few in real life. They always struck me as dry,… Continue

My original plan for ZDay had been to go stay with my buddy up north, but when that fell through, I decided to head back to my parent’s place. I’m not sure what I expected, to be honest; my old man was the kind of guy who would believe the shit they write in email forwards but would dismiss anything presented by the “liberal media.” I knew Ma and Pa hadn’t prepared at all. And still I went…

It took a lot longer than I expected. By the time I had gotten there, the town was deserted, for…

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