There I was surrounded by more than 15 zombies in A&P. I only had one round left in my 9mm, and I finally decided what too do with it. As my sweaty hand tightened around the trigger, and I could feel the cold barrel against my ear, only one thing was on my mind. Failure. I should have listened to Jack, he told me, "The grocery store isn't safe, don't go Pete," and me, who had never before been without food had ignored him and went in anyway. After all we had been through, killing zombies…Continue
Of all the fucked up shit we have to tolerate during the Zpoc, the worst thing is forgetting the little things. Waking up from a fully rested sleep in a soft bed and feeling the warmth of the morning sun on your face, the smell of coffee and toast floating from the kitchen and the harmonical sound of birds, natures alarm clocks, waking up the world. Now you wake up groggy from the few hours’ sleep you…Continue
I found out about LZ, when i was in the planning phase of writing my story and was looking for some ideas that I hadn't thought of.
After we set up camp, we divided the night shifts to see who was going patrol the campsite. Little did we all know, one of us was going to turn into something we were
fighting against. Tonight, one of us was going to be lost to the enemy.
I remember playing Halo with Adam the day of the first mainstream epidemic. Andrew, his older brother, came running from downstairs rather quickly and almost stumbled
on the mine field of cords that…