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  She came from nothing, just a lowly NPC who cleaned up after the Madame and the whores at the Dollhouse. She had been there before them, even cleaning up after Espi until she’d retreated to her shack in the mountains to grow her weed, and was left to serve...

I’ve left The Eights.  I’ve left my home.  I’ve left my betrothed. Shawn, Harlow and I came to Arklay together…..this bond of survival we said would keep us together as long as we lived, but the truth is, nothing lasts forever. It was never love between the three of us,...

  Today I was rooting around in the trash, and I found an old sweater, and it felt like my birthday. Ewww you say?  And three months ago I’d have totally agreed with you. You see, if you’re reading this from the future, and all of this is somehow better...

  That was unexpected. Today, sixty-eight days after the Outbreak, I gave my first confession since this whole thing started. I was brought up as a good Catholic girl, went to a school with nuns that wore wimples whilst we had the plaid skirts, ties and blazers.  Church every Sunday. ...

No-one likes to call them zombies – no-one likes throwing that word around, as if we’ve been flung from our normal lives into some George A. Romero movie.   They should be “Infected.” Or “Undead Americans” maybe.  After all I bet most of them still even have passports. For the...

Did you know near evisceration is an actual thing? I didn’t, not until the Doctor who stitched me up explained how lucky I was to be alive.  I don’t trust the AES, or those military dudes and dudettes up on the mountain, but they did save my life.  It was...