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Some Say He Is A Real Person. Others A Mere Legend. He Is Single Handedly Responsible For Saving The Lives Of Countless Men And Women Throughout The Duration Of The Zombie Apocalypse. He May Not Be The Strongest, Fastest, Or Smartest But He Is One Thing..An All American Ass Kickin Machine. The Following Is An Account From Eye Witness Reports Who Saw First-Hand The Glory That Is DULKIN SPACKNICKERSON. He Killed Many A Zed, Whether On Foot, Motorcycle, Or Dangling Just Above The Undeads Heads…

The ever constant wind rattles the hatch slightly and whistles through the trailer. Wylie lets out a low "huff", alerting me to the presence of something or someone nearby. Renegade trots over to join us, his ears flattened hard against his head.

"Yeah, I know, boys, I think I heard it too," I whisper, grabbing the shotgun, while clicking off the safety. I give them the hand signal of a flat hand, palm outword "Stay" as I move…

Life is a desolate trail through winding woods which ends where death begins. Straying from the trail is not an option. However, changing the direction the trail takes certainly is. Change is something we all do with each passing moment whether we want to or not. We change everything. We change our socks, our hairstyles, our cars, our lovers, our futures. We change the fabric of time by simply existing.

The only thing that is certain is that that trail…

I’m going to die. We’re all going to die. They are at the walls. I can’t keep anyone alive with a gun, but this chronicle will live on after this doomed outpost is long forgotten. My confidence in the survival of this record rests in the fact that zombies don’t eat books.…

When I look back on what happened – and I keep going back to it, day in, day out – the thing that always strikes me the most is just how bizarre it all was, how just everything all of the sudden stopped making sense for some reason.

It seems like it all really started coming apart about three months before the outbreak, if you ask me. I'd just graduated at the time and it just felt to me like everything

was spiraling out of…

My alarm blared, and I reached for the snooze button. "Get up Cal, you'll be late." My mother called from downstairs.

"Five more minutes" I mumbled, still half asleep.

"Don't you dare hit that snooze button." She yelled up. She knew me well. Sometimes that was good, and at times, like now, not so much.

As I dressed, I noticed it was raining, so I grabbed my sweatshirt, which I recieved for a birthday gift the previous month, and headed down to breakfast. My mom wasn't…

So, after seeing the survivors up the road, we prepared for their arrival. We broke out a grill and cooked up some more steak. I would say that I am supprosed that I haven't gotten tired of steak lately, even though I have had it for dinner every night, however between that and the veggies and fruit that I have been eating (have not had a single bit of junk food), I seem to be in much better shape, even though its only been roughly two weeks (I think). I have been exercising regularly and…

Dear Diary,

I never made it to Houston..in fact im far from it. Turns out I don't know my directions haha. Im still in the same place but I will find my way. Ok update time. There are 16 infected outside and I'm pretty sure they can't climb stairs so for the time being I'm going to stay in this apartment. Goodnight.…

I am alone now, i sit in the ruins of life and the ruins of my home. I wish to feel the touch and hear a voice of another human being.. to hear a voice that isnt SCREAMING in blood lust at the chance of ripping my innards apart. The only voices i hear now are those who i have slane and their screams will echo in my head for years or weeks to come, depending on how thin my insanity will fray until i cannot take this any longer. Im situated in this darkness…

12:46 PM- A middle aged man and a woman in her thirties sit alone in a dimly lit room. They exchange an occasional glance but no word slips between the solemn two. The man has had too much to drink and stares with an empty expression at the broken clock on the wall. His watch displays the actual time as the seconds ticks by. The woman is sitting in an old armchair that needs reupholstering. She does not seem…

In hindsight; it was foolish, I know that now. I thought the thick fog would give me some cover instead it blinded me from the dangers that lurked within.

I ran through the porous cloud, my lungs filled with…

It was just like any other day, until the black SUV went flying by, with several snarling people in tow. I dropped the bread knife, and gaped as it slammed through a metal fence, and exploded once it crashed. Several people leaped from it at the last second. The people who had run after the SUV followed them away. I couldn't believe what I had just seen. I ran out to the front porch to see better. I realized those "people"s flesh was rotting, and their skins were ugly shades of gray, brown…