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Oh my god, these people were my friends and neighbors.  I didn’t want to do it, but it’s not like I had a choice. God damn it. I should have been more careful, maybe they would have passed on by. The kids made too much noise. I guess it was bound to attract them. What a mess… 

I thought I had already cleaned out the neighborhood. I guess I wasn’t as thorough as I thought. I must be a sight. I look down at the wreckage-strewn floor of what used to be my kitchen and…

So here is the entry into the Doritos Superbowl Commercial contest I was a part of. Watch and enjoy... (I hope)…

This is a short that my wife wrote a few years back. I hope you enjoy it.

Diary of a Young Girl

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Love in a Time of Zombies…

Part 4

The raids had stopped; we soon returned to our normal routines. We felt the absence of those lost in the attacks, and as more and more settlements were overrun, we offered shelter to those who could reach us. Very few survivors made it to our walls. Despite the security chief’s protests,…

Part 3

The explosion and subsequent zombie outbreak was all a sign of worse yet to come. The incessant rain drowned the garden plots and tilled fields, leaving little to be harvested. Our veterinarian was lost in the outbreak and some of the animals sickened and died. We could only listen in…

Part 2

In retrospect, our first winter in The Sanctuary could have been worse. As Mr. Winthorpe had little need for a personal assistant in this environment, I was put to work in the kitchen. I had done such menial work in the past, but I did not enjoy it. It did keep me from the bitter winter…

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.…