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Zombie

Restless, the dead rolled over in their graves, struggling against the pine ceilings that had collapsed under the weight of soil and years. Claustrophobic and filled with an ill-defined hatred of the living, they began to claw their way through the earth, swimming in very slow motion toward the surface. Hands were thrust into the chilly night air, fingers spread out and then slowly forming a vengeful fist before they began to haul themselves up. Though all had woken at precisely midnight, most of them were not shambling through the fog until two or three in the morning. Their first victim was, of course, the gravedigger and groundskeeper who kept his vigil in a shed near the gates, smoking cheap cigars and reading harlequin romance novels when he wasn’t sleeping on the job. They grabbed him with dramatic flair: as he leaned his chair back, the window behind him burst open and half a dozen rotting arms clamped around him, dragged him into the fog kicking and screaming. Soon after, by

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280 deviations
Literature

Zombie

Restless, the dead rolled over in their graves, struggling against the pine ceilings that had collapsed under the weight of soil and years. Claustrophobic and filled with an ill-defined hatred of the living, they began to claw their way through the earth, swimming in very slow motion toward the surface. Hands were thrust into the chilly night air, fingers spread out and then slowly forming a vengeful fist before they began to haul themselves up. Though all had woken at precisely midnight, most of them were not shambling through the fog until two or three in the morning. Their first victim was, of course, the gravedigger and groundskeeper who kept his vigil in a shed near the gates, smoking cheap cigars and reading harlequin romance novels when he wasn’t sleeping on the job. They grabbed him with dramatic flair: as he leaned his chair back, the window behind him burst open and half a dozen rotting arms clamped around him, dragged him into the fog kicking and screaming. Soon after, by

Featured

243 deviations
Literature

SIEGE OF VEGAS PT 4

NEW STRATEGY   Lieutenant Milos Tadic had been rushing his company to the fight when he saw it happen. The men of the Montenegrin 18th Heavy Weapons Platoon, who'd been doing an excellent job of keeping the Americans out of the park, were suddenly attacked from behind. Their heavy machine gun to the left erupted in a fireball and a cloud of thick white smoke, the three-man-crew torn to bloody ribbons. Six more Montenegrins met a gruesome end just seconds after when they were pumped full of rifle rounds before they could turn from the stone wall and fight back.   Those still standing at the wall did one of two things. The smarter lads tur

World War III Novel

24 deviations
Literature

Pope Cletus I

Pablo El Pusseo staggered along the valley floor just a few hours’ hike from Rome with his donkey, Jesus, wading through a creek strewn with feces and urine left there by the obnoxious French soldiers in a nearby camp. He cursed them and praised their foolishness, for along with crap and piss the frogs had also dumped little bits of silver and gold in the waters for good luck and to make wishes. Asides from the cholera and venereal disease that inevitably went with stalking through sewage with a filthy jackass, Pablo figured life was very good that particular morning. He found, on the banks of the creek, a gold dollar, and without hesi

Crazy shit or total garbage

11 deviations
Literature

The Search 5

"Son, you're gonna have a big parade waiting for you when you go home." Colonel Dangerfield declared confidently, huffing out his noxious breath and pumping his enormous chest as he spoke. Standing before him in his command post, Captain Kovic remained at attention and kept his words mechanical. "Yes sir." Dangerfield nodded, somewhat awkwardly. "Sir…I have a question." "Ask away! Glad you're finally willing to say something. Sometimes I think I get no respect from you or something." "Not at all, sir." Jack quickly explained. He went on, "I wanted to talk to Colonel Yakimovich again." "That pissant air force officer? What about?"

The Search

6 deviations
Literature

Stamford Bridge

If the Viking at Stamford Bridge were born today, who would he be? In 1066 he killed forty English soldiers single-handedly before meeting his fate by a spear thrust up into his groin. The way I see it, that would be a life relived today by the owner of a bar in the wrong part of town, someone always fighting to stay afloat when all evidence says he’ll soon be buried under debts and competition. Someone who loses it all with pride, and afterward only feels ashamed that they couldn’t have stayed standing a little longer. Or perhaps he would have been born into the life of a man like Harry Brubaker, who at twelve lived under a brid

Science Fiction

106 deviations