Zombie Squad

I will try to post more soon. It's been a busy few days. Thanks to you all for coming back to this. Yes, to escape from real news right now is welcome.

Chapter Ten Jimmy dashed through the great foyer, singing. He loved the way his voice echoed off the arched ceiling. He loved the sunlight filtering through the green glass skylight onto the strangely patterned tile floor. His grandmother shushed him harshly from the dim parlor to the right of the ...

Chapter Nine James contemplated the large chain link double gate—topped with concertina wire—that stood before him at the end of the bridge that crossed the creek that bore his surname on maps. Beyond the gate, the road snaked up the hillside. Two stone pillars marked the start of the grade. Inscri...

Just post the damn storey. LOL OK. Here is some more. Chapter Eight “So,” said Scoots, “what’s your story?” “I’m heading to Wayatewah,” said Rob. “That’s a fur piece,” said Scoots. “And then I’m coming back,” said Rob. “Coming back into the city?” asked Tallulah. “Why?” “My wife and kids are in a s...

Chapter Seven It was dark when Tallulah woke Scoots. Groggy, he looked around to get his bearings. He was in a bedroom. In a farmhouse. Tallulah was wearing her headlamp, and he couldn’t see her face. The shadows in the room moved as she walked toward the door. Scoots realized he wasn’t wearing pan...

Chapter Six Rob opened his eyes. All he saw was a blank gray texture and he thought his eyes were clouded with sleep. He focused his eyes and saw the gray texture was his headliner fabric. He was reclined in the driver’s seat and the sun was not yet up. He stretched his arms over his head and then ...

Chapter Five James Adair walked past an inert carousel, its prancing ponies frozen mid-canter, and gazed across the park grounds toward the river. The Chestnut Street Bridge was bright and inviting, with shreds of festival bunting fluttering in the breeze. But it was crowded with revenants. The fie...

Yes, I'll post it all, and maybe I will even finish the last book in the series, and the prequel stuff I was writing. Chapter Four “This canned cheeseburger’s pretty good,” said the stout, bearded man behind the wheel of a battered Subaru Forester. The car was lifted, with off-road tires; it had ste...

Chapter Three Rob sped down the two-lane road through flickering bands of shadows from the trees. There were shamblers in the park and they were watching him go, but they were no worry. He knew the area well from before the outbreak, and previous forays had instructed him where the road was blocked...

Sweet! Welcome back... I’m pretty sure I bought both for my Kindle; will be interesting to see if they’re still available. Thanks for being a paying customer! I made literally dozens of dollars on these books, but at least my five or six reviews were 4 stars and up. :awesome: I am curious to know i...

Chapter Two The soup simmered on a hissing flame on the dual-fuel camp stove in the kitchen. It didn’t have much to thicken it, and the ingredients weren’t in many cookbooks. A cheap Chinese kerosene lantern gave thin light to the room. Cindy stirred the pot absently while the baby fussed feebly on...

Howdy, folks. After I published on Amazon, I deleted the story from ZS, but since I deleted the novel from Amazon, I figured it could come back to the place where it was born. It probably needs a rewrite, and I might edits bits, but it will be substantially the same as before. If you are rereading i...

"Benedicto: May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. May your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poets towers into a dark ...

Polish-Canadian bushcraft instructor Mors Kochanski passed away from mesothelioma on December 5.

Here is a good article about Mors co-authored by erstwhile ZS forum user Joezilla:
http://masterwoodsman.com/2016/mors-kochanski/

I loved it. On multiple levels.

ETA: What follows is intended to refocus the discussion and not to continue to hash out any discussion about looting. If you want to further discuss looting, I suggest a different dedicated thread on that topic. I feel as if some of you are kind of missing the point. The article isn't really about l...

Click the link and enjoy. Post pics if ya feel like it.

https://jalopnik.com/the-strangest-dese ... 1829467474

I am still playing FO4 on XBOX. It's the only game I play despite many to choose from. I've been playing on Survival mode, which at Level 83 is more of an inconvenience than anything: with no fast travel and no quick save, I have to walk everywhere and be sure to get some sleep now and then. I'm dea...

"Contrary to what we’ve been led to believe, people tend not to panic during disasters, and looting is rarely widespread" In fact, during disasters, the survivors themselves are the first responders , because they were already there when the disaster happened. The decisions survivors make can and do...

After last weekend's hurricane Florence, my kid came down with a respiratory illness. It could have been picked up at the doctor's office when he had his wellness check on Tuesday... or the disease might have blown in as the hurricane crossed the hog-and-chicken producing part of my state, picking u...

I can see this as a possible vector for a zombie pathogen--either natural ancient pathogens thawing from Siberian permafrost and carried by fog, or a weaponized aerosol. "But the fog isn’t just a boon to these plants and animals—it may also carry risk. The researchers detected taxonomic groups that ...

Would a robot drive a passenger train 80 mph in a 30 mph zone?

Chicago Zombie wrote:Ash vs. Evil Dead is now on Netflix.

Note that nowhere in the article is Holder actually quoted as saying "take to the streets"; that's the Newspeak...I mean Newsweek...headline.