That wasn't living. That wasn't surviving. That was dying.That was the descent into madness. That was the loss of everything important. Ever. That was all we had to look forward to. We agreed to do it. We sat in our little safe dark room. We ate our last bits of food. We said "tomorrow for sure". It would be Valentines Day by our count. It just seemed to fit. We didn't have anything to use. No bullets. That would be the best choice. No pills. Drifting painlessly into sleep would be too easy.…

LZ has been rather dead the past several months. What happened? This place used to be so full and new stuff just flowed in, now its only got a few people on every now and then. I don't want LZ to die.

I was never a religious man. I mean, I believed that there was something more to this life then we knew, and that something awaited us on the other side when we died. Now however, I'm not so sure. They say that it's bad news when a man of science turns to god, but I was never one for science either. Honestly, I'm just trying to live day to day as much as I can, trying to have some semblance of a normal life you know? Someday I can almost convince myself that everything is fine, that…

          There was a small window imbedded high up on the wall, I recall watching the sun set once or twice before through that window. Streams of warm light would pierce through the tightly angled blades of the steel blinds. It used to give me hope- remind me of home. Then I would remember that this world is no longer comfortable, it is no longer a home. Now it seems spiteful, more like rays of burning contempt. Even when the glimmering…

No one expects they're gonna be a suicide bomber. Not in the beginning at least. It's a gradual process. It takes grooming. Killing is hard. I popped my cherry shooting a seven-year-old girl, execution style, in a grocery store. I barely remember it. When I think back now all I can recall is how the color of her brains matched the pink Hostess Snowballs she'd been carrying. David tells me I did the right thing, shooting that girl. He says I'm a hero. Maybe he's right. It's hard to tell…

Happy New Year everyone one. It’s been a crazy few months for us behind the scenes at Lost Zombies. I'd like to share with you some of the things we’ve been working on. 

1. The Lost Zombies scrap book is being published by Chronicle Books. It will be released September of this year. I know that’s still a long ways away but this represents a huge accomplishment for this project. We have collectively compiled a book which is going to be published.…

its more like, she found me. i was out getting food from the market (which is starting to go a little dry) and i came home to see her banging on my front door trying to get in. she was frantically running from window to window and door to door trying to get inside, or get my attention, either one.

on that day a few years ago when this all started, i never thought i'd see her again, and if i did, i always thought that it wouldnt be like this. i always imagined, id be walking in my…

I remember like it was yesterday.  It was in all the news, “Mutation of the Virus”“Las Vegas Zombie Outbreak” at the beginning sounds like a joke,  but the time passes, and the news of the drug cartels war and the economy were not important anymore, it was all…

Misguided.

     Today should be just another day with more death, and it would be had I not encountered the first human I've come across in months. Her name is Sarah,…

Three days ago Imogen celebrated her fourteenth birthday.  Today will be her deathday.  A death caused by her own hands.  She's attempted suicide twice before and hopes the third time will be the charm.   She

is on her bed writing her suicide note.



Why would someone so young, blessed with an extraordinarily creative mind , a compassionate

loving heart and has a father that loves her more than life itself…

As I sat outside my house on the balcony staring into the dark abyss of the sky, the moon lit up the night sky, with the help of the stars of the universe, I felt a single tear gently slide down face until it met the top of my lip, again followed by more... Yes I was finally crying for what once was my life... I was planning for a change.. But only for myself... Not for everyone else... I took in a deep breath the…

The Little Things

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…

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…

Dead Moon…

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…