All Blog Posts Tagged 'living' (21)

Fast zombies or slow zombies?  I’m sure this question has been raised time and again fueled by alcohol and rabid horror fans.  Any true zombie fan has a strong opinion one way or the other and, as one who has spent more time than I would like to admit debating it, I will add my voice to the discourse of the horde.  This is, by no means, an attempt to have the final word on the subject, far from it.  My aim is merely to state my case and, possibly, win a few brains over to my…

Effigies is volume one of a dark, moody epic trilogy of the living dead apocalypse as it affects the entire world and particularly Chicago and its surrounding communities, from origin to infestation to the fight for survival. 

In a market full of zombie literature, I tasked myself not just to visit and pay homage to the beautifully macabre universe created by George Romero, but to differentiate and expand on it. The expected elements of the genre are all here –intense…

“Good evening, Mr. Pratt. I’m officer Darryl Knowles with the LaGrange Police Department and this is Corporal Wendell Geffen with the Illinois National Guard. As you have probably heard, Chicago and surrounding suburbs and communities are currently operating under the statute of martial law until further notice and we are under orders to monitor census and citizen compliance,” the cop advised, sneaking a look over Pratt’s shoulder and into his living room.

Knowles had the speech…

They tell me I’m dead. The walking, stalking, living dead. But that’s a misnomer. Yes, my pulse no longer carries a beat. And my lungs no longer function. But I’m NOT dead. Not in the absolute definition of the word: meaning without life.  In fact, I am bursting with life.   

I find it fascinating how life works.  Even after death. I’ve been dead for a long time, yet I still walk. I still talk, and most certainly, I still hunger. I hunger not just for the taste of warm flesh, but also…

Three days ago Imogen celebrated her fourteenth birthday.  Today will be her deathday.  A death caused by her own hands.  She's attempted suicide twice before and hopes the third time will be the charm.   She

is on her bed writing her suicide note.



Why would someone so young, blessed with an extraordinarily creative mind , a compassionate

loving heart and has a father that loves her more than life itself…

How did the end begin? The end of the world as we knew it. Some say that the end was a virulent bug that escaped out of some random research facility. Others say that the end was something in the water or rage inducing waves emitted from cell phones. And then there are those that would swear

that the end was a scathing punishment from God. But I know the…

Outside, the scavenger cats that resided in the nearby alley were screeching and hissing and meowing, no doubt fighting over scraps of food or mating rights or some such feline thing. Gideon had a pet cat named Aldous. More of a best friend and companion, really. Upon hearing the din from the scavenger cats in the alley, Aldous never failed to perk up, shoot wild glances back and forth, and pace about the shack. That was exactly…