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Long Haired Zombie-Killing Freak: Final Installment

It was about that time, standing in the middle of the bar, with a gore-dripping head in my hand, that I realized how surreal the aftermath of violence can be. Everyone seemed to float away, out and about on their … Continue reading

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Long Haired Zombie-Killing Freak #24

“Gotcha.” I whispered, and crumpled to the cold sidewalk. “Nice, cold concrete. Good concrete. Make my balls hurt less, please.” A large finger tapped me on my shoulder blade. “You hit?” Shawn, the mammoth from across the way, asked me. … Continue reading

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Long Haired Zombie-Killing Freak #23

I looked around at the four pairs of eyes that were drilling holes in my skull, and really wished I were anywhere else but on the floor of the bar. In the back of my head, Leonard Nimoy was explaining … Continue reading

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Long Haired Zombie-Killing Freak #22

“Don’t complain to me! I told you I’m not a barber.” Tracy said. “I’m not complaining at you. I really appreciate you for taking care of this for me.” I told her, taking both of her hands in mine to … Continue reading

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Long Haired Zombie-Killing Freak #21

Tracy pulled out the chair on the opposite side of the table and sat down. I may have tried to smile at her, but I’m pretty sure it came out as some sort of demented rictus. “I’m wondering, Tracy Nightengale … Continue reading

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Long Haired Zombie-Killing Freak #20

“Look, Frank, I was an EMT before the world started to end. I’m the closest thing to a Doctor nearby, I’m willing to bet.” Tracy said to me, in all seriousness. “Ow.” I whined. “You need to know if you’re … Continue reading

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Long Haired Zombie-Killing Freak #19

Wherein our hero displays aboriginal skills from another culture… When you come home from a long day of whatever it is that you do, in a normal world, you don’t find yourself looking down the barrel of a shotgun for … Continue reading

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