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Long Haired Zombie-Killing Freak #17

I kick started the bike as I dreamed dreams of exploding zombies, and the sweet reward of a hardware store to call my own. I took an extra loop or three around the area, just to satisfy myself that I … Continue reading

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Long Haired Zombie-Killing Freak #16

“Ew.” What else could I say? Intestines, liver, and some bulbous green thing, are not a pretty sight at the best of times. I got up after giving my lukewarm opponent’s body the heave-ho. There wasn’t a wet-nap large enough … Continue reading

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Long Haired Zombie-Killing Freak #15

He body-checked me into the bar. The same one my motorcycle was hidden behind. The hit threatened to knock the wind out of my lungs, and that would have been the death of me. Hardened, thickened, and elongated, zombie fingernails … Continue reading

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Long Haired Zombie-Killing Freak #14

I realized at that moment, if I lived to tell the tale, I’d cut my hair as soon as I got home. Hell, I might just go bald! No wonder Samurai put the tail up on the top of their … Continue reading

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Long Haired Zombie-Killing Freak #13

My first impression was that I’d expected him to be a little scarier, somehow. I mean, sure, the blood-encrusted clothes were a little on the horrible side, but he looked fairly normal beyond that… sort of “I was a Government … Continue reading

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Long Haired Zombie-Killing Freak #10

It always occurs to me, after little scuffles like these, that I’d be dead or dying if they hadn’t lifted Martial Law. The police and military had no use, or mercy, for vigilante justice of any kind. It didn’t matter … Continue reading

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Long Haired Zombie-Killing Freak #9

“Fuck you, asshole!” His breath was awful! Unsurprisingly, he swung again. This time it was a side-to-side strike, rather than an overhead attack. Fine. I studied a number of martial arts from childhood into my awkward college years. One of … Continue reading

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