Laney and her Yorkie, Kia. These two are inseparable. Kia might as well have Crohn’s disease as she spends hours everyday in the bathroom with Laney!
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The Zombie Apocalypse is upon us. Rick looks bad…who is left? who dies? Season 4 could be the…END OF THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE! image courtesy Google Images.
Walkers, Biters and Crawlers, more and more of them, every damn day. The tattered few of us, that remain, have lost all faith in a kind or caring God. We soon realized that zombies, soulless flesh eaters, were the only proof of a God, and that God had unleashed Hell on us! I think the verse went something like this: “But your dead will live; their bodies will rise. You who dwell in the dust. wake up and shout for joy. Your dew is like the dew of the morning;the earth will give birth to her dead” Go, my people, enter your rooms and shut the doors behind you;hide yourselves for a little while until his wrath has passed by” ~Isaiah 26: 19-20~
The Dead Have Inherited the Earth. Horrific ZombiU Art original at google images
Our group was 2 Marines, my life-long buddy and I…shadows of the men we were just 17 months ago! There were more of us. The two of us were part of a bigger “community”. We had more purpose then…even had human-like relationships then, in the good old days! There were probably 45 of us, at the zenith of our edification! The diminution affecting our numbers, occurred at the hands of neighboring “communities” battling for resources. This reduced our numbers to 22.
Dead every where, it was sure to happen… a Cholera outbreak…Death and Walking Death are all that exist now. Two of us left. There are no warm sunsets, no coffee-commercial-sunrises, only unearthly darkness, tinted red, with haunted memories. Memories of my… my wife… my Cassie, my world! “Stop It” I scream at myself in the confines of my shell-shocked brain! “Am I going, going insane?”
Saints of the Apocalypse from Google images
The only thing to survive on…is meat, fresh meat. Kill or be killed. My accomplice, my human companion, knew this all too well when he lost his daughter to “God’s wrath”! The Walkers made a meal of her…and he watched her turn. That’s all I know and all I want to know. I sure as hell don’t want to discuss my garbled, psychotic memories or “un-reality”, as I like to refer to it! “PTSD ain’t no bull-shit” I thought to myself! I struggled with the symptoms but what choice did I have…it is a part of me now. My Sympathetic Nervous System is engaged. I am a predator and I am prey, depending, on when God exacts his wrath on me, I suppose.
I was sleeping, if you call it that. When I heard what sounded like a rabbit digging…
I was anxiously sleeping, if you can call it that, . When I heard what sounded like a rabbit digging…maybe a squirrel! Whatever the sound, my partner was already tuned in and ready. He motioned towards the machetes. I nodded and we stealthily crept out of our covered fighting-hole. I call it a fighting hole, because we are both U.S. Marines, on the outskirts of Camp Lejeune, a mile from the Atlantic ocean and in the middle of a swamp. The “Fighting Hole” was completely sandbagged all around, with sniper slots and a steel door to get in. Cramped quarters but we were surviving!
Anyways, we knew the drill, we had to kill almost daily, as we crept around a huge tree, we saw the cause of the noise…goddamn sleeper crawling out of the ground. We were disappointed, as our stomachs moaned in agony! Machete to it’s head, and went back to bed! This is our life now! Our only purpose here is to survive now…No family, no wife, no kids, no job or bills…just our next meal or their next meal, if we get soft!
Only scratches on the dingy wall to remind us that such a concept of time, still exists in the Human world. The one fact my partner and I know for sure is… THE WALKING DEAD SEASON 4 STARTS ON FEBRUARY 9TH ON A&E! We will be watching. Will you?
Story by Emery Myers, Huge Walking Dead Fan!
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“Red Macabre” artist unknown. Sadistic and bizarre. image from google images.
Stinging…that was the immediate response, then came a bit of shock…not the kind of shock you die from, but the kind that shatters your heart. Weird thing is…I kinda liked it. Is that wrong? I felt ashamed of myself as the adrenaline coursed through my veins. I felt I didn’t deserve it, but I wanted it again…shame, doubt or am I perverse? Maybe I am a victim? Who would I tell? Because I still kinda liked the sting…that reminded me I was fully aware and alive.
Twisted Calcium, which once angered a Great, wise, Red Wood Tree… Mr. Twisted Calcium now spends time, for eternity, as fossilized tree roots!
Twisted in agony I am. Depressed, alone, darkness. Cast, no really, cast in this immobile image. Once I walked amongst other human-beings. Now, am I, am I in Hell? I see nothing but blank stares, looking through me, or what used to be me. I scream, but everyone is deaf. They wander, in pain, looking for an exit. But there is none!
Atonement was the decision…When asked if we considered reconciliation? Of course, atonement was our answer. Google it!
Hello, our name is Death…and we are here for your soul today. We already know you weren’t expecting us. Coupled together, we are. 2 human shells… spliced, stitched, plumbed and wired as a single unit, and today, my friend, is your day. Tears won’t stop it. Prayer won’t stop it. It’s too late slave. We own you now. Our home is your emptiness.
My Macabre is like your Ipod. My sadness is like your American Idol. I wait for death.
The strings sing my sadness in tones no human voice can reach. I am waiting for death. I wait, sadly and quietly, with seconds of nothingness amongst hours of sheer panic. I wonder to myself “is this life?” I never get an answer. I never hear a voice telling me what to do. I pray at times, but fall asleep before I get to the “amen” part. Prayer is like counting sheep backwards for me I guess.
~Grunge~ by artist ShicelseDice.
The apparatus had a firm grip on my torso, squeezing ever so slightly. Slightly but consistently constantly. The girl across the way was already dead. Her bodily juices running down the machines mechanical, clawed hand and smacking the floor louder than machine-gun fire! Her body was slowly turning ash colored as her life blood ran down the industrial killing machine’s hand. No matter how hard the apparatus squeezed the life out of us, it was never enough for the entity that once protected us. Rich in the Billions and Politicians were exempt…under their health care plans!
Warning: Technology overload can be fatal. image from wwwacuityorgcom
Lost Gigs, floating in a cloud, around my dismantled mind. Untied, untangled and set free…gone forever. Now, I am considered insane. I am not Insane alone. I am CreAtivelY INSANE.
A picture is worth a thousand words, sometimes more. She was so sad, I could only compare it to the sadness of someone who has lost a partner in life. I didn’t know what to say…I stuttered and stammered. I asked her if she was okay finally, after I ate some mushrooms. I don’t remember what happened next. Now I am broken-hearted.
This is the Morbid One. The One that used to be but is no more. The one that is always in the shadows, stalking, conniving, spying, creeping…but never seen, until…
Until I found my own identity. I let the Morbid One rob me of who I was for so many years. Now I know. The Morbid One was part of me. I had to exorcise that piece of me that was defeating me! I won.
I am sightless and voiceless…am I in America? image from google images
American. Freedom.Democratic.Founded. ON Slavery and death. Death of Americans already living here! The Rich have gotten richer, and more elite, if possible. The poor have moved into poverty-stricken and the middle class is poor! But…But…the Rich have gotten Richer! The margin is growing wider, too wide to be bridged anymore! Republicans scream socialism at the left while capitalism is at an all time HIGH! Wow! Why bother. Big Brother wants our eyes gouged out and mouth sewn shut. The girl above is THE perfect American according to recent people polls!
Zombies are coming, the walking dead, coming for all of us. Heaven and Hell are full and the dead are walking the earth! Zombie Apocalypse!
According to movies and maybe in the Bible, the dead will be judged before God at the End of Times. Man, it sucks if you have been dead for awhile…what kind of afterlife would it be if you were half-rotten? What if you were only a Femur? The rest was gone? You are screwed! Right? What if you were just a pelvis? That wouldn’t be much of an after-life, even if you were on a Gold Street!
Laney and her Yorkie, Kia. These two are inseparable. Kia might as well have Crohn’s disease as she spends hours everyday in the bathroom with Laney! 
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