I have discovered the scariest thing about Australia. Something far more terrifying than drop bears, hubcap sized spiders, and snakes that kill you by looking at you! But I'll get to that in a moment ( Read more... )

   “There have been several officer-involved shooting incidents in the Los Angeles area in the early hours of this morning, though Police Chief Charlie Beck has issued a statement assuring us that the situations were unrelated and should not be cause for alarm” [click ( Read more... )

   Sirens wail near and far, peppered with the sounds of gunfire. Single shots, bursts, desperate fusillades. Here and there, and in every direction. Chad peers out his window -- the upscale Newport Beach neighborhood is bathed in the alternating red and blue siren-lights of a police car parked in front of his house. Down the road in one ( Read more... )

    Yesterday I noted some of my complaints with existing zombie stories, in this entry I am going to lay out some of the basic ideas I have in mind for my story.

General Themes and Ideas   The most important basic idea boils down to a sort of Lord of the Flies meets zombies -- zombies are very easy to protect yourself against really, but desperate ( Read more... )

   It's time to talk about zombies. Again ( Read more... )

   The raiding party sets out from the village of Trabuco around noon. Leaving the cinder-block huts with their corrugated metal roofs and the surrounding wall behind them, they cross the cleared pastures around it and disappear into the thick scrub brush of the countryside ( Read more... )

   I'm in the galleyhouse washing the dishes from lunch, through the window in front of me I can see the skyscrapers of Seattle across the sound, the boat rocking gently side to side, when over my the music I have going on the galley sound system I hear some moaning and groaning from elsewhere in the ship. "That sounds like zombies!!" I say to ( Read more... )

   Daniel placed the last cinderblock in the wall snugly and stepped back to survey what had been accomplished. All ground-level entrance had been solidly sealed with cinderblocks and mortar. "Let's see the zombies get through THAT!" he thought happily ( Read more... )

   The Colorado River had been a ghost of its former self. For generations during the height of human civilization just five percent of the water that once flowed through the Colorado Delta actually made it to the sea. Even this water was almost entirely agricultural waste. The delta itself, once a lush green marshland of extreme ecological ( Read more... )

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