Almost a year into the zombie apocalypse it wasn't so much a zombie apocalypse and more just of an apocalypse in general ( Read more... )

He came up to her while she was sleeping, curled up in the old leather chair in front of the television. Well. It was an old leather chair by now, but it was new to her. So many things were new to her, and strange, and so many things were old and familiar. It was home ( Read more... )

Days didn't matter so much when no one else was around to celebrate them. They made up their own holidays. Jesus-Christ-I-Can't-Believe-It-Was-That-Close day. Hey-We-Grew-Potatoes day. Some of them they kept. Birthdays. Christmas ( Read more... )

Hunting was getting easier, at least ( Read more... )

"Remember when all we had to worry about was Cambodia and Uruguay and all those other countries far away ( Read more... )

It could have been a skyscraper, with a sniper's nest and everything. It could have been staring at each other through the wrong end of a scope ( Read more... )

High ground was defensible ground. This ground had access to a small spring that flowed in from the mountains, and they already had stored a number of water jugs in the basement. Food wouldn't be a problem with the garden on the roof, with adequate hunting if they went out in groups and the vast stores of tinned things, also in the basement. With ( Read more... )

"This is," she said, for the twenty seventh and a half time since they'd started, "so wrong ( Read more... )