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Eric drove the truck keeping Brian and his four-wheeler within thirty feet of the truck’s grill at all times. They drove at a comfortable twenty-five miles per hour. Safety had become a lot more important a consideration versus speed in the last few days. They had been driving for ten minutes or so already and despite their near straight line westward they couldn’t manage to...
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The three men pushed through the front door of the farm supply store and found a man slumped over the handlebar of a four wheeler. The ATV was plastered with mud that had been left to drive on the chassis from early spring adventures. It looked in decent shape if a little trail worn; the driver looked in far worse shape. His shirt was dark...
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“Oh my god oh my god what am I going to do?” Matthew was frantically trying to cover his shoulder where the zombie had torn his skin off his bones with its broken rotting teeth. He looked pleadingly to the men around him. There was panic in the man’s eyes and he found cold compassion in the stares of the other men around him. They...
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The steady hum of the tires on the asphalt sent hypnotic vibrations through the truck frame teasing Eric into taking a nap. He couldn’t despite the fact that he wanted to. He as sitting in the passenger seat of one of the four trucks in their convoy, his job was to make sure that the road to the right of the truck was clear of...
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Later that night a second meeting was held and the priorities for recovery and survival were set. Because if the nature of our crisis and the need for continued focus on survival and expansion of the human race all efforts were to be made to rescue anyone not bitten during all future mission. It was also agreed that eventually we would make it a concerted...
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The slamming of car doors and truck beds was a dull thud outside the windows of the farmhouse as Eric, Sanchez, Senora Sanchez, Kirk, Armando, and a few of the other refugees from Rearden crowded around the dining room table. Almost all of the dozen chairs were occupied but the group had pulled themselves so close together that they only took up about half of...
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So I wanted to do something special for Halloween as far as posting up a short story on my blog. I had considered posting an extra chapter from the zombie serial novel I've been posting week for the last two months but scraped that idea cause I wanted to do something different. Any ideas as far as a story you guys would want to see?...
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Thump, thump, thump. Eric bolted up pointing the barrel of his gun out in front of him as he searched for the threat. It took his sleepy eyes a few seconds to adjust before he realized that there was nothing at the foot of the couch to be afraid of. There was nothing there at all. He let out a pent up breath and yawned....
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The headlights splashed across the towering pine trees as the truck bounced and jostled over the deep ruts of the dirt path as it climbed up the slope. His nerves were shot and Eric’s knuckles were turning white as his fingers kept digging into the steering wheel as the truck trundled on behind Sanchez’s patrol car. How the cop was keeping the black and white...
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Message in a Bottle

The cab of the truck was as silent as the grave as Eric followed close behind Sanchez who was keeping his own car barely above twenty-five MPH. Less than a quarter mile ahead at the intersection of 29th and Grand signs of the carnage that had enveloped the world started to rear their ugly heads. A red SUV was resting on...
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I will be posting the next chapter in my zombie serial novel shortly.