Box of Zombies: Rise of the Dead Volumes 1-3
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She stood in the front yard, naked save for a pair of Depends. Black stuff ran down her legs. It seemed to be oozing from all her openings—her ears, nose, mouth. Her breasts, once the most popular set of tits at Lincoln High, BTW, hung like small empty pouches. Her ribs showed through where the skin had decayed or had been picked away. She’s lost all of her hair.
She twirled around and round on the lawn, her arms stretched out wide and she screamed.
She looked as though she was smiling at first, and then I realized her lips were completely gone.
I closed my blinds.
I don't feel as bad for her as I do for myself. I don't want to become like her.
Mom and Dad managed to get her back inside without being bitten. They looked scared and very tired and I think we will all be glad when this is over. Just like when Grandma had Alzheimer’s. At a point, it was just better if she were gone. (I'm still sort of afraid Grandma’ll show up, dead and even scarier than before.) Anyway, Dad has called one of those places in the Upcountry. I overheard him telling Mom how expensive it is to keep her there, but they can't seem to let go just yet. They are going to use Audrey's college fund to pay for it. Someone is coming to pick her up tomorrow to take her there.
I've decided I don't want her room, afterall. I hear her in there now, screaming, cursing. I hear things breaking.
You know, I've always been the smart one anyway. I swear, if I've learned anything from this whole thing, it's never screw at the beach without checking behind the dunes first.
Posted at 10/31/2014 02:20:17 pm by cindy99
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**Incidentally, the misspellings in this blog-style short story are intentional. Although I have no prior experience with the living dead, I still must assume teenaged zombies are poor spellers.
Other releases by Donna Burgess
Solstice: A Novel of the Zombie Apocalypse
Darklands: A Vampire’s Tale
Breaths in Winter: The Complete Collection of 32 Tales of Terror
Blackwater: A Tale of Southern Horror
Biter: Rise of the Dead Vol.1
Hither to Our Disgrace
The Dancing Water: Ghost of Chernobyl
Dead Girl: Rise of the Dead Vol.2
Scarecrow John
The Blue Children: Short Vampire Fiction
The Light at the End
Dead Alive: Rise of the Dead Vol.3
Wandering Star
Inbetween: A Novelette of Terror
Ashes: A Collection of Dark Poetry
Soulmate
Twilight Poison: A Tale of Werewolf Horror
Freak Show: A Twisted Love Story
Spooked
Donna Burgess is an author of dark fiction and poetry who enjoys surfing, playing soccer, and painting. She has a deep affection for Monty Python, horror movies, Bruce Springsteen and baseball. Over the past two decades, her fiction and poetry has appeared in genre publications like Weird Tales, Horror Express, Chizine and many others. She is currently completing her MFA in Creative Writing.
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