I am a Zombie Bully.

I remember sitting there playing. I couldn’t have been more than three. I remember playing and then coming to a realization that I was completely alone. The terror that gripped me then was much like it is now, a cold lead weight that’s tied to your guts and pulls your airway tight making it hard to move and harder to breathe. Except then I turned around and someone was there but I couldn’t tell who it was due to the light streaming from behind them leaving them in a glorious silhouette. The… Continue

It had been a few days since I had really slept. I fell asleep finally, despite the terrible moans and wails that managed to drift into my locked bathroom. I slept amazingly well and I even had a dream. I don’t remember what it was, but it must have been a good one, because I felt good when I woke up. I decided then and there that I was going to do everything I could to weather this storm. I told myself I can make it, if for no other reason than to prove I could.



I spent a lot of… Continue

It’s not like I imagined it. When I saw movies, it was easy to think about stomping around the apocalyptic landscape with a big ol’ gun, in make-shift homemade armor, maybe with a canine companion. Surviving, scavenging, helping others that needed help before I made my way to where ever I was heading. I always imagined myself cautious but fearless. It’s not like that at all…

I guess I was in denial, or maybe just too dumb to realize at first. It wasn’t until the National Guard arrived that… Continue