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Fire (Revision of “Blood,” part 2)

Josh and Theo drove in amidst a shrieking stampede of people and zombies. Given the overwhelming mass of flesh in the streets, it got to the point where they couldn’t tell whether they were running over people or avoiding zombies. … Continue reading

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Outside (revision)

I waited outside, cig slack in my jaw, glancing above the headlines of the Juneau Empire: “Zombie casualties record low,” it read. The politicians must be getting better at hiding the bodies. At least the Dr. Z kidnapping story has finally … Continue reading

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Mass (revision)

Vera and I walked to the front doors, plan running smoother than a greased handjob, when my bastard of an informant came cruising toward us. He said he’d find me. Guess I was wishing he was a liar. “Oh, rapture! … Continue reading

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Blood

Jerm used to be scared of crossing bridges when he was a little kid. Their mother told them stories about the three billy goats Gruff and Jerm was always afraid there was a troll hiding in the creek, waiting to … Continue reading

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Mass

***Author’s note: this is actually the 1st revision. I accidentally erased the original and replaced it with this. Oops! I was walking in with Vera, plan running smooth as a greased handjob when my bastard of an informant came cruising … Continue reading

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Outside

Tobias waited outside with a cigarette, glancing above the headlines of the Juneau Empire: “Zombie Casualties Record Low.” The politicians are getting better at hiding the bodies. At least the Dr. Z kidnapping story has finally gotten off the front … Continue reading

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Dishes

“When the stars threw down their spears  and watered heaven with their tears, did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb, make thee?” “Hellboy.” “What? God,  Theo! You scared me.” Vera hadn’t heard him over the … Continue reading

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