‘Hold up, fellas!” I yelled. We were clearing the valley hotspot. It was dirty work. Some of the Zekes werefaster and craftier than the others, so we had to watch out when we put them down. The virus had decimated this area, everything was dead. Some of them retained memories, however basic, of their pastContinue reading “My Marianne is a Zombie Battlefield”
Parity Lost: Not quite how the angels thought the end of the war arrive.