David Mark Brown

Within the dust zone there is only one way station known among even outsiders, Bertie’s. When trouble’s coming, Bertha knows about it. Already burning midday heat, I ride the lead in Leviathan with Leonid manning the .50 caliber from the truck bed. He’s a deadlier aim and Leviathan’s undercarriage can withstand improvised explosives better than … Read more Paraplegic Zombie Slayer:p.7

“Did you see that?” Pyotr winces as he sits up. “What the hell was that thing?” Mykola whispers. “Screw that. Did you see the way I knocked it out of the air with my ax?” Pyotr pokes Mykola in the chest. “I saved your hide.” “After you put all of us at risk with your … Read more Paraplegic Zombie Slayer:p.6