They stagger, trip, curse in the furrows of the brown,
harvested field.
So old that their bodies rattle
like twigs and dried seeds, they steal their sight
from the gibbous moon, eat stalks and shucks
and chaff and clods of manure. (more…)

When the Cloud came it brought life to those who ought not have it anymore.

So Edwin Prace naturally headed off towards the cemetery.

He had three cans of free flowing salt with him, seventy-eight ounces in all, not counting the handful of little packets collected in his truck’s glove box from the drive-throughs of various fast food restaurants.

He hoped it would be enough. He said a little prayer, just in case. It serve well to be caught without enough salt when the Clouds came. (more…)

Dudley Wells, eager young reporter for the Ingham County Record, sat wedged between two farmers in the cab of a Ford F-150 pickup.

“So, Mr. Varney,” he asked the sunburned man driving the pickup. “What do you consider the greatest threat to today’s farmer?”

The large man snorted and spat a meteor of black tobacco juice out the window. “Are you serious?” he asked back. (more…)

“The skin taut drums tattooed their rhythm through the morass of the jungle growth of the Antibone Valley of Haiti. The ‘hungans’ the voodoo priests called out to the void and summoned the ‘Loa’ the intermediaries between the natives and the spirit of the ‘Mokadi’. The ‘Loa’ answered and they gave the power over the living dead, the zombies, to the voodoo priests.. (more…)

…but they pulled the rifle away from me, twelve hands, sixty fingers on the long barrel. It went off and one of the grey faces
exploded like a kicked, albino pumpkin. Now that the weapon was gone I could only try and re-close the door. (more…)

“You ever wonder if there was more. I mean. Than just this?” Gregory asked.

Melody slid a lighted cigarette into her mouth as she stared up the stars. She smiled as she folded her hands behind her head and she wriggled her bare toes as she stared up at the heavens. (more…)

I came to in a muddy stupor. Screaming, fucking screaming was my alarm clock, on the hood of my car, someone was being devoured. How I was still alive I had no idea, the G was picking Prick up and slamming him down on the hood by his ribs, I shook my head as clear as I could and grinned as the first thing I saw was the G’s greasy fingers dug completely into Prick’s ribs, to the first knuckle. His head cracked the windshield. He was still alive. (more…)

Jimmy struggled to pull the gun free of the dead soldier’s holster as the dead man opened his mouth and drooled blood onto him. Yellow, red stained teeth drew closer to Jimmy’s neck. The Claire’s axe blade fell clean and smooth into the soldier’s skull. The dead man stopped moving and collapsed onto Jimmy. He shoved the dead man off of him as Claire placed her foot on the dead thing’s back and ripped the axe free. (more…)

As I sped down the carcass littered street, the gray asphalt blending with the hue of the exposed skulls, I thought about my first order of business. Well, the only business of any sort that I had left at this harrowing juncture, was to save Regina. I had thought about her a lot after the electricity went out inside my barricaded apartment. (more…)