“Horrible death and apocalypse, individually packaged for your convenience. Now with 20% more mutilation!”
I ask myself not “how could this happen?” but “how did we not assume this was the natural outcome of life, and do something about it?” I mean, learn to shoot a gun or sharpen a machete or something, yanno?
But I’m not here to try to analyze why this is happening, or come up with magic cure to the undead. No doubt there are plenty of labs and government d-bags locked away with all the bottled water and frozen McDonald’s patties trying to figure all that out. Not me. I’m here to tell you about the list.
The list of people who absolutely must die in order for me, and any survivors to remain safe.
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About the Author
Once upon a time Michele defended a Borders bookstore from an infestation of flesh-eating book-look-a-like monsters. On stormy April day she once single-handedly wrestled a bear into a bathtub and even got him to sit still for a nail trim. Mostly though, she writes stories of heartbroken werewolves (Wolf Heart), zombie with souls (Rot) and rock star hyena-girls (you’ll see). Follow along at michelelee.net