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Rae heard the rumbling first immediately looking up as if expecting some giant plane to be flying low above the trees. But there was nothing. Rocks thudded to the ground. At first she didn’t even know what they were. The whole earth seemed to be moving; some giant beast shifting...

Set up camp at the foot of the cliffs. Seems crazy being so out in the open like this but at least we only have 3 ways to look instead of 4. Unless those things come crawling down the cliff face maybe. Can’t think about that. Need strengths to keep...

With all that’s been happening lately, I’m starting to feel as if I am trapped in a box. We aren’t supposed to be leaving the compound, and if we do, an Epsilon employee should accompany us. The threat of the dead is starting to become more real with each passing...

Coming across what looked like a schoolbag Rae tipped its contents onto the floorboards; Book on ballet steps, a plastic water bottle, a rotting apple, hair bands and hair brush, a pair of black leggings many sizes too small and a notebook and two pens (one works, one doesn’t). Leaving...

  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. ...

  Lost & Found Records Personal Journal? I started to believe I could find my sister, with her picture and the word out I believed it. I finally caught a break looking for Julia when a man strolled into the shop asking about her picture. He told me she ran...

When the shit first came down, I decided that I was going to have to go someplace to hide.  I lasted as long as I could.  I remembered the first walker I put down.  Axel Jones, he was the one, as far as I can figure who brought the infection...

Written in bent, but legible font with a pen that was clearly leagues beyond the rough scratch of a cheap ballpoint a simple college ruled notebook shoved in an aluminum police clipboard holds the thoughts of Isaac Vickers, starting long after the end. “Fourty nine.   Month and a half....

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...

Jeb was a four hundred pound truck driver, the tallest of all his brothers and outweighing them to boot. He’d been a truck driver for over thirty years now, never married with several unknown children scattered about the continental United States. Jeb got his lovin from the lot lizards inside...