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Its not everyday that the sports world can lead to breakthroughs in zombie defense. But over the past few weeks, this has been the case. MLB (Major League Baseball) has two common types of wood they use for bats, Maple and Ash. Maple has slowly grown in use due to the lighter weight compared to Ash, but just this year people are discovering Maple isn't all its cracked up to be. Under heavy stress,flying baseballs or zombie heads, Maple is known to crack quicker and splinter more, injuring the s… Continue

There are two new articles about our undead community that were just posted yesterday and today. The first on Mashable.com, which is a Social Networking News site, and the second on KillerStartups.com Please read, comment and vote when you get time. Stay Alive Lek http://www.killerstartups.com/Video-Music-Photo/lostzombies-ning-com-proving-that-zombies-do-exist/… Continue

Walking and stalking. Thats all I have become. In a sense I feel like one of them. No family, no friends, just them... I am the only one left? Would it be better to let them feast upon me? Could they possibly let me join them? I'm so alone. Man can only hunt so long before he becomes the prey. I've picked off a few but its nothing. What does a few less zombies mean? Now there are just others first in line to feed. It's only been 5 days and already I speak like this. Already so willing to just… Continue

The Zombie fled across the parking lot... and the Hunter followed. Its been 3 days now since the hunt has begun. Today i finally decided to document all of whatever this is. For the first 2 days i crept and watched, more so then i stalked and hunted. I thought there would be others like me, but so far nothing. There are others like them, plenty of them. They arent as dumb as i thought they would be. But then again, what i thought is all derived from movies. They smell like... well like the dead.… Continue

Inside my head I have these thoughts That aren’t off my creation I can tell by the sensation I get when I try to think How these things got so imbedded Inside my brain Inside these walls of wisdom That have become a prison For these alien ideas From another place From another’s face Who’s energy Has turned my lights on But I’m not home I don’t know if I care That I have been permeated I don’t know If I care That I don’t know when The onset Of these concepts Took over But through this process Thr… Continue