There was no escape. Both the east and west lanes on Bush Street were packed with zombies. Moaning, stumbling zombies; their arms out-stretched for the last two living bodies in the immediate area. What they lacked in mobility, they made up for in sheer numbers. They poured into the streets from all crevices; the undead, risen from their sleep. How and why it happened, no one could say. The day started like any other Sunday morning. But instead of waking to the sound of sports and religious programming, everyone gathered around televisions, websites and radios alike to witness the horror of crazed figures attacking anything that moved.
This is a work in progress. Instead of posting when i’m finished, I’m uploading as I go. I’vw been trying to write this novel for over 10 years. Thankfully, I’ve gotten a good start and hope to finish it within a year. I hope you enjoy the ride.