Dead Society Alumni - Part One

Dead Society Alumni - Part One

Steven Bowman

Language: English

Pages: 82

ISBN: 1:00032009

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Governments do not exist. There is no such thing as a military anymore, although we are all soldiers. You are not being protected if you are not protecting yourself.

There is no such thing as a normal life anymore.

The dead have risen, and the world has fallen.

But a group of survivors have come together, and we are trying to make a difference in the world. We are trying to claim back what is rightfully ours. We are what stands between the plague and human extinction.

We are the Dead Society Alumni.

My name is Taylor, one of the founding members of the DSA, and I guess you can call this is my graduation.

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wholly happy to attack a metal shutter, so there is no need for me to worry. Along the street I drive slowly, weaving in and out of the abandoned cars – checking in the rear-view mirror I watch as zombies shuffle along the street after me. They don’t pose a threat in the small numbers they are currently rolling in, but their groans seem to alert other zombies. Plus, the roar of the Mustang’s engine doesn’t help much. I pick up the pace a little bit, knowing that I have to lose these followers

in the backyard and watch them. A few minutes go by and the zombies gradually move away from the windows. The curtains upstairs ruffle and then come the inevitable screams. A wry smile came across my face, but it is short lived as I glance back at the pool. Chapter Six I climb over the wooden fence and into the next backyard and jog across the overgrown grass (watching my step, making sure I’m not about to run into a pool) and over to the next fence on my tiptoes I look out onto the street.

throne because I have adapted to my surroundings. I caught a few zombies and decapitated them, hung and nailed them up to the front of the house to mask the scent of my living flesh. I have watched enough movies, played enough videos games and read enough books to effectively outsmart these mindless monstrosities – beat them at their own undead game of hide and seek. In this neighborhood, at least, if I ever had to run I would know where to go and how to get there. I know these streets inside

took a few shots, but I manage to get a head shot and the infected falls to the ground. The man being chased keeps running and only glances back over his shoulder as he gets closer to me. He looks at the infected lying on the ground and the look on his face is of both sadness and relief. He takes a deep breath and exhales forcefully, glad that it had stopped chasing him, but the look on his face told me that he knew the person before they became infected. He walks toward me breathing heavily,

undead? I gave some thought to throwing a grenade down but it would ultimately just create a path for more. Plus it would destroy my awesome barrier. I can see them making their way over the first dresser. They push the mattress aside and continue. They can smell me, and by the looks of it, it won’t be long before they taste me. As I step back, being forced by the zombies at they ascend the stairs, a thin bit of rope tickles my neck and sends tingles running down my spine. At first, with the

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