Bloody Basin Draw

October 2, 2015 at 12:40 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , , )

Jake threw another log on the sparking fire and then looked back up at the fading sunset. The last stands of violet blended into the darkening greys of an approaching storm front. All around him his friends and allies hurried to set up tarps and bring their meager gear into concise piles. He felt like the calm eye in the center of a storm of activity, but then again he had prepped his supplies hours earlier.


Heavy boots paused next to where he sat. He knew they belonged to Mitchum before he spoke. “I needed to ask you something.” Mitchum had been a retired officer in the Air Force long before the zombie apocalypse had begun. His leadership and knowledge had helped keep them alive, although since Jake had saved the entire camp by luring thousands of undead to their deaths, he had gained the man’s respect and trust.


Jake looked up at the older man. White sideburns phased into a greying head of close cropped hair. “What is it?”

“I was out hunting earlier and I discovered some geek tracks to the south.”

Jake poked at the blaze just as the first drops of rain created dark round spots on the forest floor. “Well, with us headed further south through the canyon every month, it isn’t to surprising that we’d run into something from that direction.”

“True, but Tal had taken a group south to forage and he hasn’t returned yet. Also I’m surprised you didn’t notice that your pal Dag isn’t back yet. You know he took Ellie and Renni with him. Your lady had said something about seeing some eatable mushrooms that way.”

Jake bolted out of his chair. “They aren’t back yet? Son of a… I need to go look for them right now.”

Emily black and white

“Wait,” his arm reached out and grasped Jake by the shoulder. “They went north, the tracks were south, near Tal’s group. I need you to take a few men and check on them.” As the Captain spoke the rain moved from drizzle to outright downpour.

“That doesn’t mean anything. Geeks could be anywhere.”

Mitchum’s stern face regarded him. “If they’re heading from the south and you are between your lady and the south, you’re protecting her that way too. I’ll organize a group to search for Ellie, but right now I’m more concerned for Tal. I need you to handle this and with the rain crashing into us, the sooner the better.”

Jake grabbed his throwing sledge and slid it through the steel ring attached to his belt. His hand checked to make sure his pistol remained secure and then hefted up his big war sledge. “Flack still has a loaded rifle right?”

Forest gree

“Yes, but as always try to avoid shooting for multiple reasons.”

“As always, but he’s coming with. I want Boxer to lead the group looking for Ellie, or I’ll do it myself.”

“Done, now get going. This rain won’t be making anything easier.”

“No, it sure won’t.”

Jake cast one look back at the inviting fire that he’d just lit and then headed off to find Flack.

It was going to be a long wet night.




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September 18, 2015 at 12:47 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , , )

Mitch looked over his shoulder just in time to see Brad pulling the trigger on the rifle he had aimed at Mitch’s head. The gun made a dry click.


“Son of a bitch!” The tween cursed, as he worked the action of the gun.

Mitch filled his left hand with sand and whipped around while flinging the dirt into Brad’s eyes.

“You piece of sh-”

He wasn’t able to finish his sentence before Mitch cracked him in the back of his head with the club he still had in his right hand. “Forgot about all the zombies you shot before you starting firing on me didn’t you?” Mitch emphasized last word by swinging again and taking Brad in the chin.

The young man toppled over backwards and landed on a pile of uneven rocks. Brad moaned and made a pained face, but appeared too damaged to make any serious moves on him.

Mitch kicked away the rifle and lowered himself down to one knee. He hovered over Brad and started to search his pockets for bullets. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, boy.”


“I’ll finish you!” Brad yelled as he hands came up and grasped Mitch by the neck. While Mitch struggled against the younger man’s grip, he heard the sounds of undead being drawn toward them by the sounds of their fight.

Brad’s strong fingers closed around his neck as the zombies moved closer. Mitch had dropped his club, but still had his buck knife in his pocket. He fumbled for it with one hand as the other tried to pull away Brad’s fingers.

The knife came free and he flicked it open. A second later he drove it under Brad’s right armpit. Blood gushed like a river and he guessed the blade had hit the biracial artery.

Insane Haeds

Brad gasped in pain and his fingers went weak. “Why?” he groaned.

“Let’s see. You came into my camp. Insulted me. Stole my food. Took all my gear. Then when I did nothing more than run, you tried to take my life. You don’t shoot at a man if you don’t want to make him have to kill you.”

He saw the three zombies moving in. They crashed through the bushes. Each of their bodies bristled with hundreds of cactus spines. A one eyed former farmer led them and moaned louder as its arms reached out toward the men.

Three Red Zombies

“Oh man, you gotta save me,” Brad said.

“Nope I don’t.”

Mitch backed up and winced when they fell onto Brad. Fingers and teeth tore the boy apart as his horrid screams ripped through the desert stillness.

He could only take so much and while the undead were occupied he smashed each of them on the head with a large stone. But the screaming drew in more. He looked to the west and saw that the larger horde made good time and would be reaching the canyon soon.

Brad still clung to life and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

“I’ll grant you this one blessing,” Mitch said as he drove his knife into the man’s temple. He thrashed for a moment and then lay still.

Mitch hurried to search Brad’s body as a dozen undead began to move in toward him. He found a large hunting knife, a canteen, and a backpack full of gear. Then he hurried to look through his jacket pockets and found what he was looking for.

Zombies before the red sky


He had just enough time to reload the magazine before the zombies moved into attack range.

Hurrying over the edge of the rocky cliff that dropped into the canyon, Mitch lowered himself into the rift and made his way to the bottom. His progress remained slow, but at least the zombies above him were unable to follow. He took his time, for a sprained ankle would be a death sentence out in these wilds even without the horde heading his way.


Once he reached the floor of the narrow canyon, he saw the first of the zombies from Tucson pour in from the west. He jogged east until he reached the dead rattler. Drops of blood could be seen in the dust. They headed east.

He knew that Brad’s two friends were still out there and both were armed, but he headed east anyway as the moaning of the zombies grew in volume behind him.




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Mitch is Not Your Bitch

September 11, 2015 at 12:04 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , , )

Mitch cursed under his breath. Not only had those damn three armed tweenies stolen all his gear and then shot at him from no real reason, but all their shooting had worked up three hundred zombies that he was being chased straight into. They came stumbling across the desert sand and rock. Every body had hundreds of thorns protruding from them like he was about to be forced to fight rotting porcupines.

Zombie White

Behind him he heard the hooting and shouts of the young men. I guess hunting an old unarmed man is great sport to them, he thought to himself. They’re also closer than I thought. How the hell am I going to get though this one?

He was just trying to decide it traveling north or south would be better and had picked north since water remained more likely to find in that direction, when he heard a scream come from behind him.

Mitch III

“That old son of a bitch. Ahhhh! Get it off me! Get it off me!”

Mitch allowed himself a grin. “I guess they’re learning a little bit about how to set traps from me after all. Have fun with that rattlesnake, boys.”

Mitch enjoyed his success, but with the crowd of zombies pushing uphill through the cactus, he knew it would be short lived. He turned to head north, but then paused.


He’d given those kids no reason to need to hurt him, but they had tried to shoot him down. Now he’d hurt one of them, so they had a reason to stay on his heels and perhaps seek revenge, but then his thoughts took a darker turn. Between the three of them, the youths had two rifles and a pistol. Mitch had some firearms, but lacked bullets. Having some a few guns for back up wouldn’t hurt his situation at all here in the mountains.

Zombie Yell

The zombies drew in close enough for him to be able to smell their foulness on the wind. “Screw it,” he said aloud. “Can’t have those punks following me. Poke old man rattler and see what you get.” He turned east and began to circle away from the zombies, but up and back around to where he had set his rattlesnake trap. “I’m not going to be their bitch.”

A lone zombie moaned as it lumbered forward on stiff legs. Black liquid dripped from his eyes like post modem mascara as it tried to block his path, but Mitch still had his club. He rushed in and gave it a homerun to the forehead. He must have scored a good shot for it didn’t get back up.

Zombie Mask

More shouts echoed through the hills. “I’m going to kill that asshole. Not fast, but slow. Feed him to zombies as inch at a time. Oh damn, this hurts so bad.”

Mitch could tell that it was Rus who had gotten bitten and he couldn’t imagine a better fate for the fat bully.

He had climbed high enough to fall out of sight from the zombies in the foothills below. Looking back, while he caught his breath, he saw that Rus’s shouting drew most of the gathering horde into the canyon Mitch had set the trap in.

Desert Dust

“Soon those kids will have far worse problems than me,” Mitch chuckled.

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“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, you old puke,” he heard Brad’s voice say from behind him this was followed by the sounds of a gun being aimed. He had just enough time to curse, before he looked back to see Brad pulling the trigger.




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Mind, Muscle, or Teeth

August 21, 2015 at 12:38 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , , )

Despite the high levels of annoyance and danger the young men presented, Mitch slept with a greater sense of security than he had in a while. Rus’s rummaging hands hadn’t discovered his hammock and he wasn’t about to point it out to them, so he slept on the desert floor with the rest of them. In the distance the sounds of dry moaning was curried up to them by the winds.

Zombie Cheek

Once, in the middle of the night’s darkest hour, a wounded animal screeched through the stillness. Whether a cougar or undead had made the kill was difficult to determine. Mitch saw Eric’s face wide eyed with fear. The youth looked at him for a moment then turned away.

The next day found Mitch surrounded by the three youths as he struggled to free the tangled mess his trip wires had become.


“Hurry up, old man.” Rus said.

“I wouldn’t have to do this at all if your clumsy fingers hadn’t made such a mess of my well stored gear.”

“I’ll do whatever the hell I want,” Rus started, “And right now I want to-”

“Quit your damn bickering,” Brad ordered. “You don’t need to have every damn wire free to show us how they work.”

Thinking that his nominal use to them would be at an end once they felt secure with their knowledge of his traps, he figured he should string them along. “You have quite a bit to learn about trapping. What you think I just put one trap out for that rat. No, I put out twenty to get just that one. You guys might have to put out sixty to get enough to live off. Each place is different. Each time you have to find the perfect place to set it. If you don’t know what you’re doing you could set a hundred and not get jack-”


A moaning interrupted him. A moment later at least six undead began to pour into the boulder filled camp.

Mitch leapt to his feet, grabbing up a club sized piece of firewood as stuffed some of his trip wires into his back pocket..

The two younger boys panicked and scrambled over the rocks. Brad however aimed his rifle and fired off a shot. The zombies head jerked back. He quickly slayed a second and then a third zombie. “Come back you cowards. Come on, we got this.”

Zombie Head Shot

“Idiot,” Mitch said as more savage words exploded under his breath. “You don’t go shooting, every zombie in five miles will be heading this way.”

“Screw you old… Hey! He’s trying to get away.”

And Mitch was. With the chaos of the fight and the approaching zombies, he figured this would be his best opportunity. Cactus and low bent trees passed by him in a blur as he raced downhill as fast as he could. Besides his club, he had almost no gear on him. But he did have a canteen attached to his belt along with a buck knife that always road in his back pocket.

He heard useless shouts for him to stop, but he hit a gully and just kept going. A few seconds later a rock exploded near his left side. They had started shooting at him.

“Oh, it’s going to be like that?” Mitch growled. “I guess we’ll see who wins I the end, mind, muscle, or teeth.”

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Is it safe up here?

July 24, 2015 at 4:49 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , , )

Mar wanted to keep from falling into the waiting zombie mouths below only slightly less than she wanted some strange man to touch her, but she allowed him to help her through the open window into the second floor of the house. As soon as her feet had touched the floor, she jerked her arm away.

“Is it safe up here?” she demanded.

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The man took off his gas mask. His face was dirty and bearded. “Up here on the second floor, yeah. We destroyed the staircase up here. No geeks can reach us.”

“Okay…wait is it just you?”

“No, my buddy Miles is here too. He’s keeping an eye on the horde moving down the street.” He man tried to smile, but it stayed buried under his bushy beard. “I’m Lincoln, but people call me Link.”

“By people, you mean one guy.” This statement seemed to confuse him and she figured she had a real winner on her hands, but waved Benny forward anyway. “Come on Ben. You guys too, if you have too.” She helped her brother inside, but left the new happy couple for Link to assist.

She was just moving away from the window when Miles entered the room. The man both looked and smelled like a zombie to the point that Mar thought Link had lied about them being able to make it to the second floor, but then the skinny nappy headed man opened his mouth and said simply, “Hi, um are you guys hungry or anything?”

“Yeah,” Mar said, “but give us a minute to catch our breath.”

Mar Young

Miles’ wide eyes looked her up and down in a way that made her feel violated, before he said, “Ah… if you’d like to come with me, we have a living room of sorts over here.”

Mar felt that the only place she’d want to go with this guy was a shower and only if she didn’t have to watch. Still she allowed herself to be led to the master bedroom, which had been converted to a hang out zone. They passed by a balcony that showed the first floor and was shocked to see a few zombies shuffling below.

“Why do you let them in here?”


Link spoke up. “It actually keeps the others away. They peer in, see their own and keep walking.”

“Doesn’t their constant moaning drive you nuts?” She looked Miles’ way as she spoke.

Link shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess you get used to it.”

Some awkward introductions were made, which was followed by an even more awkward attempt at small talk. The pair’s story wasn’t too thrilling. They had survived much as her group had by living off of rich people’s winter homes and had stayed safe by always living on the second level of places with destroyed staircases. They would remain at a home until the supplies ran out and then move on.

As they spoke, Mar had a hard time deciding which of these men were creepier. Miles’ gaunt form hovered where he stood a few yards away from everyone else sat. His bug eyes stared at them over sunken cheeks. She couldn’t help but think that the guy should just become a zombie and get it over with because he seemed more than halfway there.

Hollow Man

Link stared at her chest every time he spoke to her, like her face was located between her breasts. She figured that this would be the closest thing to a bonding moment she and Cindy might have for a while, because she was getting the same treatment from these two new men.

Allen looked nervous, but the men didn’t even carry weapons on them and when they busted out with some homemade cactus brandy, he and Cindy were more than happy to take their edge off by helping themselves. Link offered Mar a glass, but she found it far too gross to take more than a token sip, despite Link constant urging for her to have more.

They tried to offer some to her brother, but she put a stop to that. So instead they gave him some cactus jelly, which he was more than happy to devour.

In didn’t take long for Link to discover that Allen and Cindy were an item and for him to find an excuse to sit next to her. She figured everyone stank these days, but this guy took it up a level and with a few hundred zombies moaning up a storm outside, she felt anything but romantic.

Before long, Benny had fallen asleep and she noticed that both Cindy and Allen had passed out of the sofas they slept on.

Miles came over with a bowl full of beats. “Would you like some?”

“Nope, I think I’m okay.” She looked from person to person as Allen began to snore.

Link moved himself a foot closer to her on the sofa. “Come on, you must be starving.”

She felt like she was, but still said, “I told you, we were just chased from our house today. Not like we were living on the road for months or something.”

He put his arm around her shoulders. “So it must get lonely for you seeing Cindy and Allen together.”

“Alright,” she said, while standing up. “I’m not really in the mood for post apocalyptic pick up lines right now.”

Link frowned. “Okay, just help me grab her.” Before his words soaked in, his arms had gone around her waist and he tackled her to the floor. Miles was there seconds later pinning her arms behind her head and onto the floor.

Gloom Crazy Mabden

Link’s grimy face glared down at her. “It would’ve been a lot easier if you had just drank our little knockout punch like the others, but maybe this is a good thing because I might enjoy this more because of the fight in you.”

She panicked and struggled with all her strength, but couldn’t break free. When he moved in for a kiss she let loose her first scream.

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Between a Bite and a Rotten Place

July 17, 2015 at 12:45 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , , , )

Mar grabbed her little brother’s hand and looked on in horror as the zombies from the road poured into the opening to the wash.

Zombie March

“Come on, back this way!” Allen yelled and the four of them retreated back the way they came. It only took a hundred feet of jogging before they saw the first pack they had fled from stumbling at them from the south.

Mar didn’t bother to discuss tactics. She hauled her brother along to the west until she came to a six foot high adobe wall. Her breath came in short gasps, but she was able to say, “Benny, I’m going to climb up first and see if it is safe. Then I’ll haul you up.”

He only nodded.

Her upper strength had never been good, but she was able to get her little teenaged body up onto the top of the wall. She was just about to check the yard when a fist grabbed a handful of her long hair. The pain was quickly followed by a moan of hunger. She wanted to pull away, but didn’t want to lose a fistful of her hair.

Looking into the yard she saw far more zombies than it should have held. Easily twenty undead lumbered over to join the one that held her. “Shit, I sure can pick em.”

Drawing the pick out of her belt, she lined the point up to one of the big zombie’s eyes as it moved in for a bite. She wacked at him, but the angle proved awkward and it didn’t drive in enough to take the thing down. In a moment of panic she struggled to brace the back of the pick against the adobe wall. An embarrassingly girlie cry escape her lips as its yellowed teeth moved toward her shoulder, but at the last moment, the pick’s back caught on the wall and the strength of the zombie’s lunge drove the pick deeper into its skull. Its eyes lost all focus as it toppled over, but Mar cursed when it took her weapon with it.

She was about to leap off, when she saw that the others, including Benny, had all climbed up onto the wall. Looking back she saw why. The two groups of undead had converged on their position and they had little choice but to follow her no matter how dangerous it might be.

“Err, come on then,” she said while standing up on the foot wide wall. The zombies within the yard stumbled toward them, but the survivors followed Mar example and soon they were moving along the top of the wall. Some of the zombies broke away to try to cut them off and Mar hurried her speed pushing past the boundaries of safety.

Mar and Chain

Then she spied something odd before her. A wide plank was balanced on the wall and the other end went into a hole that had been made in the side of the house the wall surrounded. As she approached it looked like if someone balanced on the plank they could make it to the house and climb in through a window on the building’s second floor.

Dealing with other people made her more nervous than the zombies, but as the two packs began to surround the outer walls and the zombies inside the wall homed in on them, she felt she had little choice.


Maybe there isn’t even anyone there, she thought to herself as she led the way onto the plank and toward the house.

The window above the plank loomed open. She hadn’t noticed it before, but the sun was beginning to dip behind the Tucson Mountains to the west and the insides of the house had grown dark. She pushed on anyway.

As she reached the window, a masked figure moved in the darkness. Its sudden appearance startled her and she began to tumble off the plank into the waiting mouths below. But right before she fell, the man’s hand shot out and grabbed her arm.

“Come with me if you want to live.”

Despite her building horror, she rolled her eyes. “Somebody’s seen too many movies.”

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Mar’s Apocalypse Year One, Part I

June 26, 2015 at 12:40 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , , )

“I knew it. I fucking knew it!” Mar screamed so loudly that her little brother covered his ears. She hated scaring Benny, but since he was the only member of her family that she had been able to rescue almost a year ago, when the zombie apocalypse started, she refused to ever let him out of her sight. She only wished that what she saw before her had never entered her line of sight.


There, in the bed she had claimed in the abandoned mansion, were her supposed lover and her best friend going at it. When they tried to cover their sweat drenched bodies, it only made her angrier.

“So what, my brother and I are out there risking our necks over a few bags of old rice while you two are fucking in my own bed!”

“Mar please,” Allen began. “Stop shouting. You know that brings the geeks down on us.”

“I should bring my pick down on your head!”

Cindy spoke as she hurried into her panties. From the look on his face, Benny could have had worse things happen to him that seeing the teen naked. “Mar, calm down. You knew this had to happen. How long could I last just sitting on the sidelines and watch you bed down the only adult man around.”

“Until you found a man of your own would be the answer to that, you bitch!”

Allen looked like he was about to tell her to avoid attracting zombies, but a dry moan sounding from outside beat him to the task.

“Crap, now look what you’ve done.”

She grabbed her brother’s hand. “What I’ve done? I should just let them eat your asses.”

Then, without waiting for a reply, she drew her brother with her and headed toward the front door. The area they had taken over was in the northwest part of Tucson close to the edge of the Catalina Mountain range. The houses were spread further apart and they had all done their part thinning the horde of walking corpses in the area.

But there was always more.

Already a six undead stumbled across the cactus studded front yard. “I have more than half a mind to just leave those loser’s here,” she said while brushing a loose strain of ebony hair behind her ear.

Zombie face

“We can’t do that.” Benny said. His green eyes met her blue. It had often occurred to her that they barely looked like siblings. She had hair darker than midnight and flesh paler than a sun dried ghost, while Ben’s hair shone in the half light like an electric pulse of auburn and his tanned skin was dotted with a healthy amount of freckles.

Mar at 18

She almost contradicted her brother, but realized that even if she wanted to abandon her friends, she couldn’t leave behind all the food and gear they had struggled to gather over the last few months.

Feeling indecisive and torn, she was saved from having to make an immediate choice by the appearance of Allen running toward her in just his jeans. “I’m not sure what you guys did, but those few moaning in the front yard must have attracted a herd. More than a hundred geeks are heading our way.”

Zombie bad

Looking out the window, she saw that this was true. Both sides of the street were covered with a filthy pack of roaming undead and the moaning of those few in the front yard sent them straight at their house.

“Oh Goddess,” she whispered as her brother’s hand squeezed his fingers tighter.

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Thirty Pieces of Brain

June 12, 2015 at 12:12 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , , )

Something about Henry’s blood drenched grin made Sheriff Dells shiver despite the heat. A horror lingered within the young man in some ways more unnerving than the zombies surrounding them and the marauders who did everything they could to ruin what little chance the people of San Miguel had at surviving the undead apocalypse.

He watched as Henry put a large zombie into a head lock. The walking corpse resisted, but was confused and allowed Henry to move it toward the front door of the building.

Insane Haeds

Again it amazed Dells how the zombies ignored Henry and treated him like one of their own. The cause remained a mystery. Becca had told him that Henry had developed a rare disease as a child. Whether this was the cause or something else, when Henry had been bitten for the first time, instead of dying, he had become immune to the attentions of the undead. This made him useful, but Dells also wondered if it had somehow affected the boy’s mind.

Someone had to have been collecting the undead and stuffing them into the abandoned buildings, but that was an issue for another time.


“Knock, knock,” Henry yelled from the front door.

“Fuck you,” was the reply from Temple as he blasted several rounds through the door. Most of them hit the zombie with meaty impacts, but Henry ran into a problem when one struck the zombie in the head. It fell forward and Henry had a hard time keeping it in front of him. The youth dove to the side, just before more bullets ripped through the wood.



“What the hell is going on?” Dells heard the other shooter yell.

“Some peckerwood is using the zombies for cover.” Temple shouted back.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get the shot of a bitch.”

“Yeah, we’ll see,” Dells whispered to himself while moving into position.

At the door

At the door

* * *

The growing numbers of zombies worried Ned. He had already lost one brother to their hunger and if what Temple said about being bit was true, it might end up being both. Part of him, a big part, just wanted to race of to the south, but Temple would say anything at any time. He might have yelled out he was bit just to throw their enemies off. He couldn’t take the risk that he might be okay and just leave him in there.

Lurching Dead

Lurching Dead

So he leaned around the building, trying to stay out of sight of his enemies both breathing and dead. The zombies were intent on breaking into the building that held his brother. They clustered around, already twenty strong. He had a hard time spotting the kid, but saw him crouching under a window.

This gave him pause. Wait, he thought. Why the hell aren’t all those zombies tearing him apart? This makes no sense I…He noticed just in time, but also too late that the sheriff was on the roof of the next building and taking a bead on him.

He managed to get one last curse past his lips before his head was blown into thirty pieces.

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Is That Where She Is?

May 15, 2015 at 6:09 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , , )

Ned grabbed a hold of his wounded brother trying to draw him back up the hill as the zombies Jonny had attracted lumbered their way.

“Oh damn,” Jonny said.

“Keep it down,” Ned snapped, “You don’t need to attract more than you already have.”

“Screw that, shot them. They’re getting too close.”

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Ned remembered that the sheriff had destroyed Jonny’s gun. With a curse, he raised his rifle one handed and fired a burst into the closest ones. A few fell, but more than he shot turned at them at the sound of his gun. He cursed again and focused on just moving Jonny up the hill as more of the roaming geeks joined in the chase. He cast one last glance over his shoulder at the building that his youngest brother had dragged the girl into and wondered if Temple was already enjoying her or if the zombies had got him.

The building loomed silent and offered no answers. Letting out a third curse, he hurried up the hill as fast as his wounded brother could manage.

* * *

The only thing that amazed Dells more than seeing the man run down the zombie filled street is when Henry slowed to a stop when he saw the Sheriff leaning his gun out of the shattered post office window. Still, Dells had seen this before. Due to Henry’s immune system somehow allowing him to survive a zombie bite, he was now ignored by all the walking dead. The sheriff had seen him smash zombies in the face with eggs and literally kick their asses, but they never turned on him and just went ahead on their way.

“Sheriff, sheriff! Fosters said he saw some asshole grab my sister. Where is she?”

“I’m just trying to clear out a passage before I head over to that building over there.”

“Is that where she is?”

Dells was forced to pause as he shot down six zombies that were drawing in on his position.

“Is that where she is?” he screamed.

Insane Haeds


“Yeah the gray building…” Dells didn’t even finish his sentence before henry took off.

“Damn stupid kid’s going to get us all killed,” he lamented, but then, against his better judgement, climbed out the window and shot down zombies as he tried to keep up with the running youth.
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May 9, 2015 at 1:04 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , )

Sheriff Dells dashed to the back of the dust covered post office as more taunt faced zombies tumbled in through the shattered windows. He reached the back sorting room and slammed the door shut behind him. He felt thankful that he had entered the building from this direction and even more thankful that the door had a lock. His fingers turned the bolt lock shut.

He wished this could have given him a moment, but he didn’t have as much as a free second. Becca had been pulled into a zombie filled building by one of the men that had just murdered Dells’ best friend and it was a deadly gamble which of them might hurt Becca first.



He had made it to the back window just as the first bang sounded on the locked door. Looking out the window, he could see the building the marauder had pulled Becca into, but what caused his face to tense were the zombies that had already started to spread across the road which separated them.

ZOmbies behind us

Drawing the shotgun off his back, he leaned it against the wall and raised his rifle. He was just about to start firing when a lone figure could be seen sprinting through the zombies and heading his way.

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Ned felt like a zombie had just torn him in half and he remained uncertain. One of his younger brothers had just been shot and the other had been pulled into a building filled with geeks.

Zombie Horde

Zombie Horde

Since Jonny was only a few yards back, he figured he should check on him first. Running back the way he came, he found Jonny laying on his side groaning while a pool of red spread over his right shoulder.

“How are you doing, big guy?” he said as he crouched lower.

“First that bastard shot my rifle and now he’s damn near killed me.”

Ned talked while he draped Jonny’s left arm across his shoulders. “Come on, we gotta move. Temple’s in trouble and them geeks are going to be all over this place. He focused on his brother’s massive bulk and strained with the act of trying to lift him onto his feet.

Jonny let out a loud cry of pain as Jonny got his feet under him.

Ned’s head had been lowered, but when he raised it, his eyes grew wide with horror. Jonny’s cry had caused about two dozen zombies to gaze their way A moment later they started stumbling up the hill in their direction.


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