"Yes, Mom."
"When will they be here to deal with the dead?"
"Never."
''What?"
"There are no more police mom."
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If you are looking for free zombie short stories, free zombie flash fiction, and even zombie poems, you've come to the right zombie blog. This is an author blog for Alexander Z Pain. It provides zombie stories, and musings on fiction writing, the zombie genre, zombies, The Walking Dead, and more. #WorldsofPain
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Zombie Cinquain Poem: The Quiet
No planes No trains or trucks No cars or highway roar Just the still of night, moans, screams, and gunshots! For you writers and poets out t...
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No planes No trains or trucks No cars or highway roar Just the still of night, moans, screams, and gunshots! For you writers and poets out t... -
At a hundred miles an hour, Zeke Patterson felt alive and free. Now that the dead reigned, he was done with 11 to 7 shifts. He was do...
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Leaves crunch Twigs snap and crack from tree to tree I run to escape the moaning ones and live on
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