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.
The Last Mocha on Earth
Eric gripped the steering wheel as he scrunched his eyes shut. He tried forcing his mind to forget the image of the dark haired woman flailing and twitching as the life poured out of her in violent spasms. Her screaming died away quickly but the images that Eric had seen refused to dissipate. He could feel the painful...
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Swarmed
Eric was still lost in his thoughts as he trudged back to the gas station and the small band of stunned survivors. His shoulders sagged with guilt forcing his eyes towards the ground. He wasnt sure hed be able to look his fellow survivors in the eye when he returned. A piece of himself had died back in the gym. A piece...
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A question of Humanity
Freds left hand was still trembling as he reached out to help Eric to his feet. Eric took it and with his left hand behind his back pushed himself up. Once they were both standing they turned their eyes towards the lone zombie in the room. The creature in the back shirt was still pounding on the back door...
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Gym, Tan, Zombie
This is why I didnt want to stop in the first place, Kirks hands were up in frustration waving like a drowning victim. How many more of these types of stops do you think we are going to make between here and Ritzville?
We arent going to Ritzville. Sanchezs words were firm and made it clear that this was the...
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