Rotting zombies littered the mall parking lot—both alive and dead, though thankfully most seemed to be finally dead. We drove up to the access entrance around back, and Michael and I climbed from the truck, taking out the few zombies that were milling around the fence as if they were waiting fo...
Michael simply says. “Keep a lookout and be careful.” He sets off at a brisk pace and we all follow like little sheep. We pass rack after rack of boxes. Michael occasionally grabs one down and roots inside, but it’s all plastic parts for something or paperwork. No food, no...
The mother and child continue to scream loudly, the mother saying more curse words than she probably ever thought she would in front of her daughter. The kid can’t be more than nine years old, with long blond hair tied into pigtails. She’s small and manages to pull her legs all the way up into ...