A short story about post-humanity They gathered, as they did every third Thursday, around the long table. A mixed bunch, the one thing they had in common was that they were the movers, the shakers, the society people. It was Stan’s turn…
This is the first story in my Last City Stories collection. The plan is that in the end there will be novels and short stories. It is part of the world I created for the World of the Dead series, but the…
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Muriel pushed the zombie back. It kept coming towards her. “Fuck. Son of a bitch is determined.” “Well, yeah… that’s kind of their thing,” Joel was holding a long pole with a loop on the end. It was wrapped around the zombie’s…
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Tanya looked down at the battle wearily. It was always like this, men covered head to toe in armour swinging giant swords at each other. They would fight all day. Most of them would walk away alive, maybe injured, or captured and ransomed…