David Mark Brown

Before I can respond Bertha hits the gas, spitting gravel as we close the gap. The wagon itself swarms now with twitchers. “Bertha, what are you–” “Shut up, Georgy! You talk too much.” Bertha leans toward Leonid and yells something in his ear, handing him the wheel before he can object. In a flash she … Read more Paraplegic Zombie Slayer:p.18

With a string of twitchers still following in our wake, I put Pyotr on the back, giving him firm orders to stay onboard until we stop. Leonid rides on the right, Mykola on the left, while I mow a path with the .50 cal. The darkening sky smells of sulfur and cooked flesh. The only … Read more Paraplegic Zombie Slayer:p.17