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I spent that night in the Warehouse. Tucked deeper into the building I found both a office trailer and mobile home. Strapping on my LED headband I made sure the area was secure then went to sleep on top of the office Trailer. Waking well before dawn I ate some sardines and took out my mending kit. In the mobile home the night before I found a corpse on the couch with a shotgun in it’s lap and what was left of it’s head on the wall. The bedroom carried more promise as I found a… Continue

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A week had gone by since the streetlight deaths and subsequent storm. I call them deaths but were they really? The bodies that fell were already dead. A full three days later as if the army had taken over sanitation, a small unit of a dozen soldiers appeared on my street and loaded the bodies into a huge truck with a low-bed. Two soldiers to load the corpses while the rest covered the area. I wish I could say the truck-bed was empty.

Mr. And Ms. Wilson across the street tried… Continue

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I had been shadowing these people for two days before I realized that someone was shadowing me. I wanted to know if they were the kind of people you want to know or if it would be better to just let them pass through sight unseen. They had children with them and had wisely avoided any place formerly occupied or at one time claimed by humans. They stuck to the woods, each pulling a small wagon with various supplies and a child each. It’s safer out here though I wouldn’t say it was… Continue

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I’ve been traveling on foot now for at least a month. I’ve become an expert ninja. You’d never know I was there. If I ever saw a “you” that is. I only ever see “its” anymore. The last human being I saw was three weeks ago. He was a military man before things went south. When I met him he was a slightly insane survivalist with a taste for canned dog food. Not that I was too good to eat it either but I never got to relish it like he did. I got the feeling that if you waved a… Continue

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The first time I saw one couldn’t have been more of a cliched experience. It was a dark and stormy night, no really it was, with thunder, lightning and periods of intense sheets of rain. I remember thinking that this night was going to be the night I see my first Zombie and sure enough it was. I was glad I didn’t have to be the hero, the Police were still working and they were determined to eradicate the “problem” all by themselves. We were just to “stay inside and dial 911 in… Continue