In essence, Little Jim’s existence has its basis in stories told 2-3 years after the beginning of the infestation. Stories began to surface telling of a teenage boy, endowed with all the powers of a Host, but without all the psychotic craziness. In all of the stories, the boy appears during a Host attack and saves the day. Sometimes he kills the Host… (more…)
Della Braxton placed the last piece of chicken on the platter. “Hey baby, take this plate to the living room please.” Della’s daughter-in-law complied quickly. “Sure Momma, not a problem.” In the living room, several long white plastic tables sat. “First Apostolic Church” was written in marker on the edges of the tables, having been borrowed with the chairs from… (more…)
Jon Creek was a mail carrier outside Broken Bow, Nebraska, about 90 miles North East of North Platte before he became a zombie killer. He had a wife, Jean and two children, Claudette, a precocious 12 year-old, and an ‘all-boy’ 9 years-old, Johnny Ray. The other member of the family, usually not seen until dinner, was their large mixed breed… (more…)
My name is Glen Rappaport and I was a Super Dippy Chips delivery guy in my life before the Infestation. I drove a huge truck, the one that everyone hated because it took up five parking spots. I unloaded and restocked the Super Dippy chip shelves in both grocery stores and mini-mart stores. I also liked to fresh water fish,… (more…)
My name is Norman Monk. I was a private business consultant, but now I am a documenter of the hypersite war, and a zombie killer. The thing about zombies is that they’re dead of course, but with incredible accuracy you can also say that they’re ugly, clumsy, smelly, and they have unpleasant social skills- if one considers eating the neighbor’s… (more…)