Thank you for visiting. I have been a fan of the zombie genre for some time now, enough that I decided to try my hand at serious writing. My first series, White Flag of the Dead, chronicles the experiences of a man who is trying to survive a plague of the infected dead, and keep his son alive as well. It is a story of desperation, survival, and hope. It is a story that reminds us the most important thing is not just being alive, but living. Hope you enjoy.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Duncan's Diary

Okay, Plan B.

I moved down the divider and wouldn't you know it, one little bastard has to look over and see me moving my butt along the median.  So much for my ninja skills.  Before I could duck down, the Z barked out a groan, causing multiple head to turn.  Even the ones trapped under the cars.

I decided to simply wait for them to come to me, since the median was about thigh-high. I told the other guys to spread out and make a little noise, to try and get the Z's to spread out a little.  I don't like to hog all the action.

The first one reached the barrier and it bumped into the concrete, falling slightly forward.  I jumped up and smacked it on the head, killing it and sending it back to the other side.  The next one stepped on the dead one, hit the barrier and fell over onto my side.

Not good.  I killed it, but just as I stepped back, another one fell over and landed at my feet.  I jumped back and knocked its arms away as it reached for me from the ground.  A quick look over to my right showed me my companions were having the same problem.  We'd kill the first, but it just became a step for the others.

Now to plan C.

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