It's funny, I’ve hidden from folks before but never like this. Never in the back of a preschool janitor's closet in my pajamas - because police decided to knock on my door at seven in the morning. Their paranoia seemed to have reached a breaking point, which was bizarre since it all happened yesterday.

And it wasn't even my fault entirely. He was a complete and total villain - no denying it. For some reason I was charged with the task of keeping him in line - at least that's how it started...

Cassian wasn't really opposed to the activity itself - more the outcome. It wasn't every night he just woke up, rolled onto the ghetto old Hover Tram, and stalked around the worst neighborhoods of the city. Yet here he was, just after midnight getting dressed in all blacks. And tonight - he wouldn't be taking the tram. Never ever again.

His friend, Noa, had claimed it would be an easy in-and-out operation. Find the thing and get out. That was seventeen operations ago. But the girls were way...

“Well, this is new -”

“Shut up.”

“I can see him commin’. Through the window -”

“I say SHUT UP!” The guard roared this time. His absolute unit of a mustache blew in the wind of his words. Spit flew. It seems Philip was right - everyone does have a breaking point. This chub of a man was much sooner to crack than the others of course. Elric froze, smiling in a thinly drawn line. He descended his perch from the top of his bed, craning to see out the window. It was his first...

Hello friends, hang your jackets, come sit down by the fire and have a spot of tea. Today's story is quit the blum-bagger! Now, let's see...

Mr. Stupid, he's a good ole Englishman from the land of um... Well England of course. Yes Mr. Stupid is a lively chap full of life, imagination and adventure, though as his names suggests he's not very bright. Mr. Stupid (or Mr. S for short) lives in a city just outside of London in a small apartment on the 5th floor. Mr. Stupid lives alone though he...

Within moments she dove into the cover of the tree. Convinced by nothing other than the sound ringing from where she just came. Something sinister and alive. She gazed down at her calf, trying to focus her vision through the heavy beating of her heart. Pounding through every inch of skin. She saw her calf in all of its glory. Bloody and raw, boasting two perfect cuts parallel to each other. Surgically precise and just as deep. They seemed to glow with how bright red her blood was. It...

It was the cold that she noticed first.

A cold so deep her lungs alerted her when it felt as though frost was tickling her rib cage. She gasped, poorly, throat not quite remembering how. Startled when that breath wasn't enough. When her chest was heaving faster than her heart was beating - when her blood flushed to the surface of her skin. And when her eyes burst open. Those wide pupils were met by a scene so abstract she couldn't even begin to interpret it.

Or maybe that was because she was...

Out of breathe Greg stood slunched over with his hands on his knees. Frantically trying to gain back his breath "SARA! Wo, eh hu SA... SARA!" Greg regrouped and looked up the stairwell with an unstoppable determination to reach his love, then took off.

Running up the apartment stairs, Greg's mind was going a million miles an hour. Each step wasn't fast enough, he needed to be with Sara. Almost to the 8th floor Greg stopped suddenly, a flash of pain surged through his leg where Sara bit him....

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa... whoa... wait, wait a minute. Whoa. Way too much stuff just happened. Who are you?", said Greg. "Buddy I'm a survivor and long standing gun aficionado. My collection of guns and superior knowledge of how to kill things got me on the cover of Hog Hunter weekly 8 years in a row. Oh and ah, the names Ted."

"Ted huh? Ted, why the heck did you just come crashing in through my window?" "Well sir I saw you were in trouble, so I thought I should help." "Trouble?", said...

Ah yes, welcome friends welcome. I want to thank you all for visiting. This tale, this tale is the tale of a... morbid kind. Now before you go off thinking this is another gloom and doom slasher story I entice you to well... just hold on a minute. This adventure is quite intriguing. Many twists and turns ups and downs and it all started on a regular day just like any else.

Greg (if for some odd reason you can't already tell) is a zombie. Like most zombies Greg was once a regular chum just...

When The dust settled and people throughout the store came out from cover to see what happened. The tractor trailer had broken though the front wall. Bricks scattered all over, dust and dirt covering everything, groceries and products spread everywhere. The driver of the truck smashed up against the front windshield, it was cracked and he motionless. Some of the patrons crept slowly toward the scene, including Mark. "Look!" someone shouted! The tank on the rig had been pierced by something...