We were having coffee on the porch when the first beat up truck arrived across the street. The screens in the sun room windows blur the view to the interior while allowing us to peek out uninhibited. We can be the nibby neighbors without the telltale lift of blinds or pulled curtain. The truck…
This wasn’t normal. The shamblers were normally easy to predict. They were easy to avoid if you were careful and they weren’t in huge numbers. That was their real danger. Just the mass of bodies crushing towards you with no way to escape. But small numbers, if one was quiet and careful, they could avoid…
Almost gave a lift to a hitchhiking zombie. I am toolin’ on down the Yellowhead Highway, heading south towards Cache Creek, dodging potholes and jumpin’ an’ bumpin’ over the cracks an’ fissures in the pavement. John Denver croons “Some Days Are Diamond” on the CD player. Pull into the Creek around noon. Coming up…
The girl with the spiral scar pressed the point of a modified steak knife under the chin of a plump teenage boy. “Say ‘Zombie Apocalypse’ again, you little turd, and I’ll slice your balls off and make them into earrings.” The boy opened his mouth a quarter inch and whispered, “My dad says—” but shut…
“Daddy, I’m hungry.” The President of the United States of America patted his young daughter on the head. “I know, sweetheart. We’ll get you something to eat once we’re up in the air. Now buckle up.” A man in a black suit sitting across from the President leaned forward. “Sir, I can have one…
150 Ways to Count Your Minyans “What’s taking so long?” Stanley was getting nervous. He was becoming more and more convinced that there wasn’t going to be a minyan on that cold Monday morning at Bangor’s lone Orthodox shul. Without a minyan, the Jewish prayer quorum, Stanley couldn’t say Kaddish, a praise of…
The god had not moved in two days. Caguax and stared into the pale eyes, which in turn stared up into the black night sky, not seeing him or the light of the fires or the twinkle of the stars. Rising, Caguax put a log on the circle of fire. A groan came…
Dark. Dark and hot and crowded and oh my god I want to move but I can’t, stuck inside this dream I’m not awake and not asleep. I know exactly where I am and it’s a warm, sticky place where I’m thinking about writing so my hand is twitching like there’s a pen in…
The Astounding Outpost is proud to present Zombie Tales Volume One. Starting Monday October second.