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Category: Zombies
The Blackout – Gary Buller
The Blackout by Gary Buller London had been his candle as the man plied his trade into the … More
Deadman’s Tome LIVE with Martin Richmond
Horror writer Martin Richmond, author of Zombie-con, meets with Mr. Deadman to talk about his zombie horror short, the … More
ZOMBIE-CON – Martin Richmond
Darkness plunged the prison cell into a box of stark, uneasy shadows. An external security light switched on, throwing a … More
The Four of July by Shawn M Riddle
I wake with a jolt, dreaming of being lowered steadily into a thumping cement mixer. As I struggle back … More
Happy Birthday, Joshie by Donald Jacob Uitvlugt
Usually Rachel Harding did not want to go to her brother Joshie’s birthday party. This year was different. … More
Joining the Family by Morgan Tanner
There was a burning itch clawing at my throat. No matter how hard I scratched at it there was … More
Schrodinger’s Dilemma by Dan Lee
I’d been staring at the box for nearly an hour contemplating the consequences of opening it before the time was right. The beer in my hand was half empty, warmer now from being held so long and hardly as satisfying as it had been when I started drinking it. The whole world had gone mad but here I was, sitting in the living room of my little apartment staring at Pandora’s Box and wondering what madness still could be waiting inside. The floor was covered in fresh mud and dirt, streaked brown and green from where I’d drug it inside. I’d vomited twice at the memory of burying it, at the smell that came crawling up through the earth as I disinterred it. It might have been easier to move if I’d had some help and who better to help than my brother? He’d been more than happy to bury it with me two months ago but he never would have agreed if he’d known what was coming, of the questions I’d have. Once it had been done he refused to ever speak about it again so I was left no choice but to dig it up and drag it back here by myself. Even so, I knew I’d be seeing him soon. I was certain of that much.
The Night We Aired the House by Chris Campeau
I knew my mother was sick, weeks before we tried to take her to quarantine. There was no denying it. … More