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Jon Peters
Apr 18, 20222 min read
Omega 8: Message
It was the day of our wedding and Reba was nowhere to be found. I was in my deep blue suit, Uncle Doug, drunk and stupid, adjusting my...
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Jon Peters
Apr 18, 20222 min read
The Locked Room Part 1
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...
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Jon Peters
Apr 17, 20222 min read
Omega 8: Arrival
Reba and I arrived on the island, code named Omega 8, with ten marines, our research gear, an armored jeep and a safe. We’d boarded a...
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Jon Peters
Apr 16, 20222 min read
Omega 8: Island
Base Camp. 2019 It finally found me. It came sprinting out of the forest while I was sleeping off a hangover on the beach, the tropical...
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Jon Peters
Apr 15, 20222 min read
Omega 8: Agent Z
Water cold, skin clammy, fingers shriveled. Carving knife limp in my hand. A droplet of water suspended from the lip of the faucet. I...
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Jon Peters
Apr 15, 20222 min read
Rejuvenation
I’m burned. Eyes on fire. 4 a.m. Sleep deprived, overloaded on coffee and nightmare fuel. It began on the 30th of December. I was taking...
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Jon Peters
Apr 13, 20223 min read
The Locked Room Part 2
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...
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Jon Peters
Apr 13, 20222 min read
The Locked Room Part 3
Evelina picked the perfect time to sneeze. The zombie stopped hollering and the priest quieted his chanting. Evelina and I froze behind...
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Jon Peters
Apr 12, 20222 min read
The Locked Room Part 4
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...
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Jon Peters
Apr 11, 20224 min read
The Locked Room Part 5
The church was ablaze. Pews were lakes of fire, blackened bodies slumped over benches like decayed stuffed animals. A priest with flamed...
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Jon Peters
Apr 10, 20222 min read
The Locked Room Part 6
You’d think having a car would be a teenager’s main priority, but I always got around well on my feet. I never saw the need to spike my...
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Jon Peters
Apr 9, 20222 min read
The Locked Room Part 7
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...
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Jon Peters
Apr 8, 20223 min read
The Locked Room Part 8
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....
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