No blood drippings from their chins, skin hanging loose off their face, no white eyeballs or the stench of rotted flesh. If your best friend was a well fed f-zombie and was sitting in that chair on the other side of the room, yeah that chair with your stuffed teddy bear, you wouldn't have any idea at all. They tied their shoes, buttoned their shirts and combed their hair.No one knows who started using the word 'f-zombie', though the term seemed to fit. There's not one officially recognized source for the 'f' in f-zombie, but each explanation for it is pretty much true. One thing that they are is fastidious. What that means is that they tidy up after themselves, which means they look like everyone else. No blood drippings from their chins, skin hanging loose off their face, no white eyeballs or the stench of rotted flesh. If your best friend was a well fed f-zombie and was sitting in that chair on the other side of the room, yeah that chair with your stuffed teddy bear, you wouldn't have any idea at all. They tied their shoes, buttoned their shirts and combed their hair. Fooled us real good. That's another 'f', 'fooled'. Because they looked so much like everyone else, we liked to say they'd pull a 'fast one' on you. That's where they fool you and it's also how so many people got bit.There was also the name 'festies', cause they'd show up at parties. 'Feisties' because they'd get real agitated if you found out they were an f-zombie and didn't treat them exactly like you had before they were infected. There was the name 'Falsies', cause they're just false. Last one I can remember was 'feasties', cause they were coming to eat you.

Rather than party at his friend's house for the end of the world, Jared elects to spend his last day before the zombie apocalypse in the office in the hopes that he can get to know pretty Sheila.Rather than party at his friend's house for the end of the world, Jared elects to spend his last day before the zombie apocalypse in the office in the hopes that he can get to know pretty Sheila. When the zombie's do arrive, neither he, Sheila, or their boss are ready.

Surviving..when there is no where else to flee. Daryl Ingram, arrogant and ignorant, refused to prepare for the spreading chaos of the zombie plague. Unprepared for their arrival, he fled in terror to his only avenue of escape, the trap door leading to the crawlspace. Cold, damp and blind to the world outside, his survival is in doubt.Surviving..when there is no where else to flee. Daryl Ingram, arrogant and ignorant, refused to prepare for the spreading chaos of the zombie plague. Unprepared for their arrival, he fled in terror to his only avenue of escape, the trap door leading to the crawlspace. Cold, damp and blind to the world outside, his survival is in doubt.No food. No water. Only the trash that fell into the crawlspace with him. Undead footsteps echo on the floor above him. All he can see through the narrow vents are his neighbors, both the living death and the truly dead. Death seems to be his only option.

Even with the right plans and preparation, change and adaptation are necessary for the best zombie apocalypse survivor. This is the blog of a successful survivor that follows his experiences, successes and failures, as he hides away in his attic during the initial stages of the zombie plague to his eventual success in dealing with the hordes.Even with the right plans and preparation, change and adaptation are necessary for the best zombie apocalypse survivor. This is the blog of a successful survivor that follows his experiences, successes and failures, as he hides away in his attic during the initial stages of the zombie plague to his eventual success in dealing with the hordes. It serves as a loose intro to other stories of the Zombie Apocalypse Survivor short stories and sketches by Jason Thornton. It is written as a first person, 'just the facts, Ma'am', account of how to handle life in the zombie apocalypse.

In the blink of an eye, all human life disappeared, except for myself. A short story.Jesse Winter is a smart, young staffer at City University of New York who has a knack for finding himself at the center of controversy. As an expert handler of disputes among faculty, students, and partners of CUNY (not to mention the general public), his instinctive negotiation skills make him a valuable asset; but they also make him a juicy target for those with an axe to grind. When a group of students from CUNY's award-winning—and highly controversial—investigative journalism program uncover an elaborate, decades-old lie that underpins the massive wealth and clout of a Polish political family, Jesse's life begins to unravel.