Erik and Jaimy have a relationship that’s filled with love and commitment. There’s just one problem… she wants to eat him. He works hard to keep her grounded in the world of the living, but Amanda, Jaimy’s best friend, wants her to embrace all aspects of being undead, including munching on Erik, buffet-style. Erik knows that he’s fighting an impossible battle, but he’s become a zombie in many ways himself. When he’s left vulnerable, will Jaimy’s love save him or will she embrace her true nature and destroy him?
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But I Do Love You For Your Brain (A Zombie Love Story) by Jessica Capelle
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“I have to put my foot down, Jaimy. I mean it.” “Mmmmm… foot. Jaimy like foot.” She grins, and her jaw sags. It makes her look like the Joker. Good thing I like Batman. “Focus, sweetie. I’m serious. Amanda can’t come over if she’s going to attack me. Don’t you understand how that makes me feel?” “But foot good. Jaimy hungry.” “Enough with the foot!” I yell. Jaimy’s bottom lip drops below her chin, the zombie version of a pout. “I’m sorry, honey,” I sigh. “Let’s just finish the movie, okay?” She snuggles up to me and digs her head into my neck. The familiar smell of mold mixed with coconut shampoo clings to her limp, matted hair. No matter how often she showers, the mildew smell lingers. I’ve come to love that smell. I never planned to have a member of the undead as my girlfriend. My opinion of zombies had always been they were disgusting, unnatural creatures. Hell, they only existed in bad horror films until two years ago. No one’s sure how it started, but the current ratio of undead to “stays dead” is about even. After the initial panic, the government held mandatory classes on how to deal with zombies. Unlike the film versions, our zombies behaved pretty much like when they were alive. Once you got past their steep decline in I.Q. and their cravings for human flesh, you could almost forget what they were. Congress fast-tracked legislation to make it a crime to kill a zombie unless you were under attack. Zombie rights groups formed soon after, and the push for integration led to hate-crime legislation. The compromise was the installation of “big brother” cameras on every corner. With the cameras, you could prove you only acted to save yourself. Zombie hate crimes are pretty rare now, although I suspect that’s because many people provoke zombies into coming after them. Jaimy will graduate from King High this year, unless there’s another unfortunate incident with a teacher. But it’s really not her fault. Amanda is to blame for Jaimy’s slip-ups. She always tries to get Jaimy to eat people and destroy things. Just because they’re zombies doesn’t mean they can’t be civilized, but Amanda has completely embraced her inner zombie.
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To read more, and find out what happens to Erik and Jaimy, check out Undead Is Not An Option.
Sadie is a normal girl living with her mother, well, as normal as a girl who collects zombies can be. She didn’t start out to collect zombies, it just sort of happened…starting with the zombie animals who sought her out, and then Jess, the little girl. Predictably, the neighbors do not understand why Sadie feels the need to take care of the zombies and, as with most things not understood, fear develops.
It started with pets. I woke one morning to a familiar scratching noise and found my dog on my front porch. The dog who died a month ago. Barney didn’t hurt anyone and he didn’t eat much, so we let him stay. Mom worried at first he might start dropping hunks of fur – or flesh – on the floor, but if possible, he shed less in undeath than he did in life. Barney was the first, but he wasn’t the last. We hadn’t buried any other pets, but our neighbours had. When the owners turned their deceased pets away, the animals ended up on my doorstep. I couldn’t bring myself to make them leave, but letting them in the house wasn’t an option. Mom put up with Barney. The other animals? Not so much. She did, however, let me keep our old shed open for them. I put food out sometimes, but they never ate it. Neither did any living animals. In fact, fewer live creatures came around our house every day. Mom and I didn’t mind much. The raccoons finally stopped getting into our garbage. The neighbours whispered about me when the fourth silent dog slipped into the shed. The whispers increased when two birds and a rabbit joined the other animals. They neared shouts when the horse showed up, but where else could he go? Eventually, I found an open-minded farm where the horse had room to run. Mostly because he kept kicking up Mom’s flower beds. It hurt a little when people started calling me “Zombie Girl,” but I ignored them. And after a while, they lost interest. A few dead animals, even ones still walking around, weren’t as interesting as the latest celebrity gossip. Until the girl appeared on our front step. She freaked me out. Seeing as I slept with a dead dog on the end of my bed, that said a lot. Not that there was anything wrong with her, per se. She had all her parts, no bits of skin dropping off or loose teeth. Even her light blonde hair stayed long and thick. Dull, not anything like the shiny hair children her age usually possessed, but long and thick nonetheless. But when I opened the door and those flat silver eyes stared at me, I shrieked and slammed the door shut. Five minutes later, when I worked up the courage to open the door, she hadn’t moved so much as an inch. Mom wasn’t happy about the girl. But Jess wouldn’t tell me anything about her parents. I couldn’t contact them about her. Like my animals, she had nowhere to go and I became responsible for her survival, much like I was for the animals. I mean, she couldn’t have been more than nine when she died. Where else could she go?
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To read more, and find out what happens to Sadie and Jess, check out Undead Is Not An Option.
We’re giving you another excerpt from the debut Zombie Survival Crew Anthology: Undead Is Not An Option, but don’t forget, YOU can be a part of the second anthology!! Click here for more details.
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Bitten follows the final moments in the life of a woman, Emily, after she is bitten by a zombie. Her husband, Zach, pulls her into an alley, attempting to hide from the horde of zombies out on the street. While Emily deals with the emotions involved with her imminent death, Zach tries to protect her from the zombies her cries attract. When Zach realizes Emily’s bite is infected, he does his best to comfort her as she falls slowly from human to zombie.
Please note because the characters are dealing with a zombie outbreak, this excerpt may have some strong language.
We ran. Tired feet slammed against asphalt. Chests rose and fell in short bursts of breath. My heart felt ready to burst. Out of nowhere, I was struck by pain and collapsed in the street. Legs rushed past my head; the others kept on without me. “Emily!” Zach’s voice. He crouched next to me, also out of breath. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I have you.” All I saw was sky as he pulled me out of the street. A crowd of those—things—rushed by after our group. Their groan, that terrible sound of a thousand starved stomachs, filled my ears. The ground was cold and rough under me, and then wet. Zach propped me up against something that stank like the monsters that were chasing us. “Gross,” I said. I looked up at Zach. “Sorry,” he said, and brushed a few stray hairs from my face. “You’re safe now.” I watched the shine of Zach’s ring as he touched my face and thought of our wedding day. It was wonderful. In that alley, though, behind a dumpster, being chased by those creatures – and on top of it all, a cold, wet, smelly ass—being at the altar with Zach seemed like a long time ago. I listened for signs of the creatures chasing us. The echo of their moans had faded from the alley, but I still smelled them. Then again, I probably just smelled the dumpster. Zach examined my shoulder. “What’s up?” I asked. “Your shoulder,” he said. “Did you get bit?” “What?” I felt where he’d been inspecting; it stung. I winced a bit. “It’s nothing,” I said. “Probably just a scratch from when I fell.” “Look at your hand,” Zach said. Blood stained the tips of my fingers. “You got bit,” he said. “Your shirt’s ripped there.” He pointed to my sleeve. “Shit,” he said, “there’s teeth marks.” “It’s fine,” I said. “Come on, we’ve got to catch up with the others.” I tried to get up, but Zach held me back. He ripped my sleeve and pulled it down. “They’ll be okay. You won’t. Relax, Emily.” “What do you mean I won’t?”
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To read more, and find out what happens to Emily and Zach, check out Undead Is Not An Option.
After weeks of waiting and gnashing teeth, AMC finally brought us back into a world where the dead refuse to stay dead and the living struggle daily to cling to that precious whatever that makes us human. To be honest, around the ZSC Command Center, we weren’t looking very human ourselves. Call it TWD withdrawals.
A brief recap before diving into the mid-season premiere: We left Rick and the gang in the midst of a pile of walkers with severe cranial leakage. Hershel and his family were aghast, watching how the others dealt with walkers. And the only hope for some of the survivors—in a tiny, innocent form—just met their final rest courtesy of Rick. Got that so far? Good.
The mid-season premiere picks up exactly where the previous episode left off. I know it may be wrong, but I got a bit smug being able to ask Hershel, “Still think they’re just sick after your wife attacked your daughter?” Yes, I talk to the television. Nevertheless, my main beef with Hershel came, not from his insistence in clinging to faith, but in his inability to look in the eyes of a walker and know that they aren’t human any more. Shane’s methods in forcing everyone to deal with this fact are faulty, but necessary.
I know I’m not the only parent that cringed at how matter-of-fact Carl became about what happened at the barn. He had one scene in the episode and it made a heck of an impact. Lori is right to be concerned about the coldness weaving into Carl’s childhood. However, she thinks Rick should be able to fix it by being there to do the hard things for him. In reality, Carl will still see everything his father does to protect the camp and want to be that person. He wants to be the cowboy hero. It could cause serious problems down the road.
On the parenting train of thought, I could not help but cry when Carol conveyed to Daryl and Lori how she planned to cope with her loss. It wasn’t a scene with ugly tears and a huge breakdown. It almost would have been more preferable to the controlled, calm way she spoke. That reining it in is what broke me. Her grim acceptance of fate took her to a different level where no one was sure how or if they could comfort her. Daryl, most of all, seemed hurt by the fact that he’d been denied that chance. In comforting her, he could have comforted himself and she left him out in the cold. Seeing where those two go after this will be interesting. He thinks he failed her and she’s lost her hope.
That anyone can contemplate finding love in the Zombiepocalypse seems ridiculous, right? Yet we have this wonderful love story building in the tangled vines of TWD. Glenn and Maggie are possibly the last bits of hope left on the show. Can their Romeo and Juliet love survive everything that is happening around them at the farm? She thinks so. He’s afraid. Not afraid of love, but what would happen if he lost her. Rick is right; he needs to tell her how he feels, despite the fear.
Time to address my least favorite subject, Shane. He is going to implode soon. Dale sees it and is well aware of what kind of man Shane really is under the hero façade he’s put on since rescuing Lori and Carl. How do we know it is a lie? Listen to what he says to Carol. Here is a woman that’s just suffered the greatest loss a woman can suffer and he only addresses her feelings once. The rest of that conversation is all “poor Shane”. Why doesn’t he get recognition for getting rid of all those nasty walkers in the barn? Wah, wah, wah… Dale called it. Unless Shane gets what he wants—Lori—he will probably kill again. Unfortunately by confronting him about it, Dale has put himself in Shane’s sights.
This episode was the death of hope for everyone. Hershel can no longer sit and pray that his wife to be cured. Carol won’t be able to console herself with thoughts that Sophia is safely tucked away in the woods, too afraid to find her way back to camp. Lori is stripped of the notion that Carl will not be forced to grow up too quickly. And Rick’s desperation to keep everyone safe takes a bullet to the brainpan. However, it is up to Rick and Hershel to face their families, those that rely on them… and lie through their teeth. They must create hope again. People cannot, will not continue to march down the long road unless there is a light at the end of the tunnel. For numerous survivors, not just our heroes, this hope manifests in Utopia-like areas where there is plenty of food, water, and supplies for them to create new homes. They don’t really exist, but gives people hope that somewhere out there safety is possible.
There were two OMG moments in this episode… which I can’t talk about without giving spoilers. Needless to say, they will make next week’s episode a must-watch.
What are your predictions for the next episode? Leave a comment and let us know.
In the Command Center, we’ve been completely wowed by the strength and courage of Moira Jones—a Blue Brigade member who fights daily to survive… just not usually against the undead. Not until now.
We received this letter from her yesterday evening. Stay strong and use your smarts, Moira! Those are the best two weapons one can use to defeat all opponents. ::salutes with crossbow::
TO: ZSC Command
FROM: Moira Jones – BLUE BRIGADE URGENT
I’m not supposed to be here. I’m supposed to be doing normal stuff like sitting in math learning things I will never ever need again and wondering if Griffin is ever going to notice me. I’m not supposed to be hiding on ward six, silent, terrified, with ‘is this the day I get eaten?’ running on a loop through my mind. I’m not supposed to be here. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind being in the hospital. Well, not that much. Everyone’s nice here. My doctor takes good care of me. Everything smells like oranges and there’s a endless supply of popsicles. Things are quiet. Normally. But there’s nothing normal about this. Not anymore. The busloads came five days ago. Someone had collapsed at a hockey game and the entire arena had been exposed to something. Sure it was meningitis, Doctor Bell told me not to worry. And I didn’t worry. Until people started dying. Lunchtime. The hospital loudspeaker came on with a hiss and a pop. “Good day. This is Doctor Harris, the dean of medicine. It is hospital policy that in case of unknown contagion, no patients, visitors or staff will be permitted to enter or exit the building until the outbreak has been contained.” At this, every person in the building came to a stop. Total silence. The entire lobby watched as a man walked up to the door and carefully tried to open it. Then not so carefully. He pounded on the glass. He turned and I saw his face. He looked like a scared animal. “It’s locked. We can’t leave.” Panic. Shouting. I slid down behind the door and tried not to listen to the noise. Screams. Thuds and crunches as people tried to get out. Nurse Shane came to get me when the fighting started. “All right Moira. Time to go.” Nurse Shane grabbed my hand, pulled me to my feet and hauled me out the door. We hit the hallway at a run. “Stay with me Moira.” “Where are we going?” “Up to the sixth floor.” We headed down the corridor toward the stairs—and the smell hit us. No more oranges. Just vomit and pennies. I gagged. “What is that SMELL?” Shane didn’t answer, just stood still staring in shock into the ICU. “Shane?” “Stay back.” The screaming started. Screaming and howling. I ran to the window and saw it. The people who had died were coming back to life and eating the hospital staff. I couldn’t even see Doctor Bell anymore. Just blood. So much blood. Sorry I couldn’t help you Doctor Bell. “MOIRA RUN!” I turned and bolted for the stairs trying not to listen to what was happening behind me. I made it. Shane didn’t. I’m so sorry Shane. I made it to the sixth floor and blocked off the stairs. Cabinets and beds. They don’t seem to be able to push through. I’m out of oreos and the vending machine’s almost out of food. I’m going to have to go look for more food soon but I’ll wait as long as I can. There’s too many of them to go out until I have to. I’m not supposed to be here. Please send help.
To countdown the final week before The Walking Dead returns to AMC on February 12th, our friends over at the Brazilian TWD fan site are getting together with zombie caricature artist, Celso Ludgero (Twitter: @Celsoludgero).
Together, they think that just because someone is famous, it does not mean they will be immune to becoming a zombie during the Zombiepocalypse. We fully agree with their decree that “Nobody Is Safe.”
We’re giving you another excerpt from the debut Zombie Survival Crew Anthology: Undead Is Not An Option, but don’t forget, YOU can be a part of the second anthology!! Click here for more details.
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Zombie Survival Crew First Lieutenant Neil Brown Jr. has got the survival gig down pat. You may know him for his on-screen characters’ fights with zombies or aliens in productions like The Walking Dead and Battle: Los Angeles, but this wise-crackin’ vato has got skills – and the Katana to back ‘em up. This son of a marine takes a look at what we should all have pre-packed in our go bags for the kind of day we hope never comes.
Grab Your Go Bag (…and get it right!) By Neil Brown, Jr.
Dad always used to say “police your brass” and “you need to know whether you’re hurt or injured.” And that’s just the way he raised me—to live a clean life, depend on common sense and preparation to get me through life’s bumps and bruises, and develop the mental fortitude to push through the hurts.
Served me well even from a young age. When I was about 12, on one of our many family salt water fishing trips, I tumbled off the side of the boat in the early morning while everyone else was still sleeping. I know, I know. Shouldn’t have been hanging over the side of the boat in the first place.
Even though I was terrified and screaming like crazy, I remembered what my dad taught me—tie the ends of my pants together, lift the whole thing up over the water and push down to grab the air and make a mini-life preserver. It worked. I bobbed in the water for several minutes before my dad dove in to rescue me. And it was about ten years before my dad or I told mom about the incident. What? She never would have let me go on another fishing trip.
It was common sense and preparation that saved me all those years ago, and that very same combination is our best shot during a cataclysmic event, like a Zombiepocalypse.
As for me, I can catch a rabbit, squirrel or fish in the woods faster than I can find you a gas station, so my go bag is naturally geared more towards hunting and gathering—even so it’s a combination of items that will serve any would-be survivor well.
We gave you the heads up about the upcoming Zombie Survival Crew Anthology here and now we’re ready to announce dates and all the rest of the fun stuff. Last year we were proud to put out the first Zombie Survival Crew Anthology: Undead Is Not An Option (and if you haven’t read it you should… it’s awesome), and we know we have a talented crew and are asking them to share those talents with us again.
In addition to the submissions or short stories, articles, poetry, artwork, and all the rest of it, we are having a Contest to name this year’s anthology. Just send an email to command { at ] zombiesurvivalcrew (dot } com before February 20th with the word TITLE in the subject line. If we select your title, you will be credited with the title in the anthology.
Now on to the details for the rest of the anthology submissions. The contest is three-fold.
A writing contest for short stories, poetry, and articles to include in our second Zombie Survival Crew Anthology.
An artwork contest (high quality black & white only) for inclusion in the anthology
A cover design contest to design the hottest cover for the Anthology.
All submissions must have ZSC Anthology Contest in the subject line in addition to the submission type indicator as outlined below.
All written submissions must be between greater than 1,000 words, but no greater than 10,000 words of original material written by you (word requirements not applicable to poetry submissions).
All written article/short story submissions must be in word doc or RTF standard submission format.
Poetry must be in word doc or RTF format, but formatted as it should be displayed as a final product and must contain the word Poetry in the subject line. [Note: If you submitted a poem as part of our recent zombie poetry contest, your entry is automatically entered into the running for the anthology and you do not need to resubmit the same piece.]
Non-fiction articles about survival, weaponry, escape route planning, etc. should state Article in the subject line.
Short Stories should state Fiction in the subject line.
All written submissions must include a pitch statement (cover letter/summary) of up to 300 words and a brief author bio.
Artwork submissions must be an original work of art created by you and must be high quality black & white – no color artwork will be considered.
Black and white artwork submissions should state Art in the subject line.
Cover design submissions must be an original work of art created by you in full CMYK color.
Cover design submissions should state Cover in the subject line.
All entries will be reviewed by the brigade commanders and first round acceptance determinations will be made and communicated in our Members only area by 3/20/12. All entries which have made it into the second round will have the opportunity to make revisions based on feedback from the judges for resubmission. The revisions and resubmission for the second round must be completed within two weeks. The final determinations for inclusion in the anthology will be conducted at that time.
The prize is inclusion in the anthology and we request both first print and first e-rights for the work to be exclusive for a period of 90 days, but non-exclusive thereafter. The work will remain in print and ebook format for as long as the anthology is being made available to the public, but after 90 days, the work may be in print in other publications or displayed online or in ebook form.
There is no cash prize for this contest and all proceeds for the anthology’s sale will go to the Zombie Survival Crew.
Since you must be a member to participate in the contest, please ensure you have registered on this site as all entries will be validated against Zombie Survival Crew membership.
So start polishing those stories, break out the pencils and brushes, and get those creative juices flowing. — I can’t wait to see what you come up with this year. Last year the entries left our commander-in-chief sleepless from the spine-chilling tales submitted. Let’s see if we can do it again!!
Adrian Ring is our intrepid hero here, having just barely survived a world consuming apocalypse of the undead. Adrian’s Diary chronicles his battles with the zombie hordes and his ongoing struggle with survival. Read and understand exactly how he has lived up to this point, avoiding starvation, zombies, injuries, sickness, as well as sharing in his humor and his horror. Adrian’s Undead Diary is an online chronicle and features stories that intersect with the happenings in the journal as well.
Please note because the characters are dealing with a zombie outbreak, this excerpt has some strong language.
It’s pretty fucking cold out tonight. The big ass plastic thermometer on the tree outside says its 35F out tonight. I’m glad I figured out where the emergency generator is here, otherwise I would be freezing my balls off now. Despite the fact that this place was kind of a bitch to clear out, I’m glad I did it. It’s got everything I need to survive for a long time.
I don’t even really know where to start. It’s a Tuesday today. At least I know what day it is. Someone in the main office building was wise enough to buy their calendar early this year so it’ll be easy for me to keep track of the days until the end of next year. After that I guess I’ll have to use some of the graph paper and make my own calendar. That’s being pretty optimistic though. The way the last few months have been I’ll be goddamn lucky to make Christmas, let alone next Christmas.
I decided to start writing this mainly to keep track of my daily activities and to have a way to purge my nugget. Frankly I talk to myself way too goddamn much to be mentally healthy and I was always told that writing a journal helped. Sooo… let’s call this my journal. Thank God for spell check. I also realize that now is not the best time to be writing. I’m using up some of my gasoline to run the generator, which is basically a waste, and honestly having any lights on at night draws them in. Moths to a flame as the old saying goes. But I can’t sleep and I’ve been meaning to do this for a long time now. Having the electricity back has set a fire under my ass to do this.
My name is Adrian Ring. I lived what I would now call as only a moderately successful life. I was happy, but I had pretty low standards. I had a girlfriend, I had a small condo downtown, I still have my cat (score!), and I have thus far avoided being eaten by the undead. Surprise! There’s the twist in the story. I fucking love horror movies. Like seriously. I watched well over a thousand of them and always used to plot and plan should zombies ever rise from the dead and take over the world. Irony in all that is that when the shit hit the fan it happened so fast that any kind of plan would’ve been almost impossible to execute.
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To read more, and find out what happens to Adrian and his cat, check out Undead Is Not An Option.
It seems like such a short time ago that we were talking about the first Zombie Survival Crew Anthology: Undead Is Not An Option (and if you haven’t read it you should… it’s awesome), but it has been a year since we put out the call to our talented crew, asking them to share those talents with us. So, we thought we’d do it again… and another contest is coming up. What is the contest? It is three-fold.
A writing contest for short stories, poetry, and articles to include in our second Zombie Survival Crew Anthology.
An artwork contest (high quality black & white only) for inclusion in the anthology
A cover design contest to design the hottest cover for the Anthology.
All entries will be reviewed by the brigade commanders and first round acceptance determinations will be made and communicated in our Members only area. All entries which have made it into the second round will have the opportunity to make revisions based on feedback from the judges for resubmission. The final determinations for inclusion in the anthology will be conducted at that time.
The prize is inclusion in the anthology and we request both first print and first e-rights for the work to be exclusive for a period of 90 days, but non-exclusive thereafter. The work will remain in print and ebook format for as long as the anthology is being made available to the public, but after 90 days, the work may be in print in other publications or displayed online or in ebook form.
There is no cash prize for this contest and all proceeds for the anthology’s sale will go to the Zombie Survival Crew.
Since you must be a member to participate in the contest, please ensure you have registered on this site as all entries will be validated against Zombie Survival Crew membership.
So keep a close watch on this site as we will release the final details and dates on how YOU can contribute. In the meantime, start dreaming up stories, break out the pencils and brushes, and get those creative juices flowing. — I can’t wait to see what you come up with this year. Last year the entries left our commander-in-chief sleepless from the spine-chilling tales submitted. Let’s see if we can do it again!!
Erik and Jaimy have a relationship that’s filled with love and commitment. There’s just one problem… she wants to eat him. He works hard to keep her grounded in the world of the living, but Amanda, Jaimy’s best friend, wants her to embrace all aspects of being undead, including munching on Erik, buffet-style. Erik knows that he’s fighting an impossible battle, but he’s become a zombie in many ways himself. When he’s left vulnerable, will Jaimy’s love save him or will she embrace her true nature and destroy him?
“All right Moira. Time to go.”
We gave you the heads up about the upcoming Zombie Survival Crew Anthology