It’s not every day that you meet a zombie during a thunderstorm. They don’t like the rain. They tend to hide under trees or bridges...

I climbed down from the tree and grabbed ahold of the lock. “It’s locked onto some kind of board, you idiot,” Evelina said with a Texas...

Evelina picked the perfect time to sneeze. The zombie stopped hollering and the priest quieted his chanting. Evelina and I froze behind...

The zombie doctor cocked his head as the sound of the horde above called forth from the darkness. Dead-eyed, it stared at the door and...

The church was ablaze. Pews were lakes of fire, blackened bodies slumped over benches like decayed stuffed animals. A priest with flamed...

The bar was empty save the three of us. We were dirty, smelly and slightly terrified. But Crab Bay was to be our personal paradise from...

Bone marrow must taste good, judging by how much time zombies spend attempting to eat it. It’s not like they just rip off your flesh. No....