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  Deadly 11

  Mark Tufo

  Michelle Bryan

  David Moody

  Leigh M Lane

  John O’Brien

  Shawn Chesser

  Bobby Adair

  Jaime Johnesee

  Heath Stallcup

  Scott Nicholson

  Eric A. Shelman

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  Contents

  Zombie Fallout By Mark Tufo

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  28. Strain Of Resistance by Michelle Bryan

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  46. Epilogue

  About the Author

  47. Strangers By David Moody

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  Chapter 64

  Chapter 65

  Chapter 66

  Chapter 67

  Chapter 68

  Chapter 69

  Chapter 70

  Chapter 71

  Chapter 72

  Chapter 73

  Chapter 74

  Chapter 75

  Chapter 76

  Chapter 77

  Chapter 78

  Chapter 79

  Chapter 80

  Chapter 81

  Chapter 82

  Chapter 83

  Chapter 84

  About the Author

  85. World-Mart by Leigh M. Lane

  Chapter 86

  Chapter 87

  Chapter 88

  Chapter 89

  Chapter 90

  Chapter 91

  Chapter 92

  Chapter 93

  Chapter 94

  Chapter 95

  Chapter 96

  Chapter 97

  Chapter 98

  Chapter 99

  Chapter 100

  Chapter 101

  Chapter 102

  Chapter 103

  Chapter 104

  Chapter 105

  Chapter 106

  Chapter 107

  Chapter 108

  Chapter 109

  Chapter 110

  Chapter 111

  Chapter 112

  Chapter 113

  Chapter 114

  Chapter 115

  Chapter 116

  Chapter 117

  A Note From The Author

  About the Author

  118. A New World: Chaos by John O’Brien

  Chapter 119

  Chapter 120

  Chapter 121

  Chapter 122

  Chapter 123

  Chapter 124

  About the Author

  125. Trudge: Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse By Shawn Chesser

  126. Prologue

  Chapter 127

  Chapter 128

  Chapter 129

  Chapter 130

  Chapter 131

  Chapter 132

  Chapter 133

  Chapter 134

  Chapter 135

  Chapter 136

  Chapter 137

  Chapter 138

  Chapter 139

  Chapter 140

  Chapter 141

  Chapter 142

  Chapter 143

  Chapter 144

  Chapter 145

  Chapter 146

  Chapter 147

  Chapter 148

  Chapter 149

  Chapter 150

  Chapter 151

  Chapter 152

  Chapter 153

  Chapter 154

  Chapter 155

  Chapter 156

  Chapter 157

  Chapter 158

  Chapter 159

  Chapter 160

  Chapter 161

  Chapter 162

  Chapter 163

  Chapter 164

  Chapter 165

  Chapter 166

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  167. Black Virus by Bobby Adair

  Chapter 168

  Chapter 169

  Chapter 170

  Chapter 171

  Chapter 172

  Chapter 173

  Chapter 174

  Chapter 175

  Chapter 176

  Chapter 177

  Chapter 178

  Chapter 179

  Chapter 180

  Chapter 181

  Chapter 182

  Chapter 183

  About the Author

  184. Next: Afterburn by Scott Nicholson

  Chapter 185

  Chapter 186

  Chapter 187

  Chapter 188

  Chapter 189

  Chapter 190

  Chapter 191

  Chapter 192

  Chapter 193

  Chapter 194

  Chapter 195

  Chapter 196

  Chapter 197

  Chapter 198

  Chapter 199

  Chapter 200

  Chapter 201

  Chapter 202

  Chapter 203

  Chapter 204

  Chapter 205

  Chapter 206

  Chapter 207

  Chapter 208

  Chapter 209

  Chapter 210

  Chapter 211

  Chapter 212

  About the Author

  213. The Death Of Kayliss By Jaime Johnesee

  About the Author

  214. Dead Hunger By Eric A. Shelman

  215. Prologue

  Chapter 216

  Chapter 217

  Chapter 218

  Chapter 219

  Chapter 220

  Chapter 221

  Chapter 222

  Chapter 223

  Chapter 224

  Chapter 225

  Chapter 226

  Chapter 227

  Chapter 228

  Chapter 229

  Chapter 230

  Chapter 231

  Chapter 232

  Chapter 233

  About the Aut
hor

  234. Return Of The Phoenix By Heath Stallcup

  Chapter 235

  Chapter 236

  Chapter 237

  Chapter 238

  Chapter 239

  Chapter 240

  Chapter 241

  Chapter 242

  Chapter 243

  Chapter 244

  Chapter 245

  Chapter 246

  Chapter 247

  Chapter 248

  Chapter 249

  Chapter 250

  Chapter 251

  Chapter 252

  Chapter 253

  Chapter 254

  Chapter 255

  Chapter 256

  Chapter 257

  Chapter 258

  Chapter 259

  Chapter 260

  Chapter 261

  About the Author

  Zombie Fallout By Mark Tufo

  Prologue

  Prologue

  * * *

  Late Fall – 2010

  * * *

  Reuters – Estimates say that nearly three thousand people nationwide and fifteen thousand people worldwide have died of the H1N1 virus (otherwise known as Swine flu). Nearly eighty thousand cases have been confirmed in hospitals and clinics across the United States and the world, the World Health Organization reported. The influenza pandemic of 2010, while not nearly as prolific as the one that raged in 1918, still has citizens around the world in a near state of panic.

  * * *

  New York Post (Headlines October 31st) – Beware! Children Carry Germs! – Halloween Canceled!

  * * *

  New York Times – (Headlines November 3rd) – Swine flu claims latest victim – Vice-president surrounded by family and friends at the end.

  * * *

  Boston Globe – (Headlines November 28th) – Swine Flu Vaccinations Coming!

  * * *

  Boston Herald – (Headlines December 6th) – Shots in Short Supply – Lines Long!

  * * *

  National Enquirer – (Headlines December 7th) – The Dead Walk!

  * * *

  There would be no more headlines.

  * * *

  It started in a lab at the CDC (Center for Disease Control). Virologists were so relieved to finally have an effective vaccination against the virulent swine flu. Pressure to come up with something quickly had come from the highest office in the land.

  In an attempt at speed, the virologists made two mistakes: First, they used a live virus; and second, they didn’t properly test for side effects. Within days, hundreds of thousands of vaccinations shipped across the U.S. and the world. People lined up for the shots like they were waiting in line for concert tickets. Fights broke out in drugstores as fearful throngs tried their best to obtain one of the limited shots.

  Within days, the CDC knew something was wrong. Between four and seven hours of receiving the shot, roughly ninety-five percent of the recipients succumbed to the active H1N1 virus in the vaccination. More unfortunate than the death of the infected was the added side effect of reanimation. It would be a decade before scientists were able to ascertain how that happened. The panic that followed couldn’t be measured. Loved ones did what loved ones always do. They tried to comfort their kids or their spouses or their siblings, but what came back was not human, not even remotely. Those people that survived their first encounter with these monstrosities usually did not come through unscathed. If bitten they had fewer than twenty-four hours of humanity left; the clock was ticking. During the first few hysteria-ridden days of The Coming as it has become known, many thought the virus was airborne. Luckily that was not the case or nobody would have survived. It was a dark time in human history; one in which we may never be able to pull ourselves out of the ashes from.

  Chapter 1

  Dec 8th, Denver, CO – 7:02 p.m.

  Journal Entry – 1

  * * *

  This wasn’t supposed to be how it began…dammit! I had just turned the shower on and was preparing to scrub the dirt and grime away that I had amassed during my day on the job. I worked for the highway department fixing potholes. At one time in my life I was what you would consider a white-collar worker. I was a Human Resources Generalist for a Fortune 500 company. To put it delicately, I made bank. And then President Bush saw fit to end my salad days. Was it really his fault? I don’t know, but he was an easy scapegoat.

  After the unemployment benefits petered out and still no hot prospects, I took a city job. It was dirty, backbreaking work, and I made less than when I was collecting unemployment—go figure. I made more sitting on my ass playing the Wii. But at least it was honest work. Never once in the three months that I had been working there did I wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat and stress out about having not filled in a hole on Havana Avenue. There were benefits to blue-collar work; lack of stress being one of them. But I digress…

  So there I was, sticking my hand into the shower to see if it was the right temperature. I had even begun to spread some body wash on myself in preparation for the invigorating feeling of being clean. (Yeah BODY WASH, you got a problem with that?) I have two pet peeves in life. Well shit, if I’m being honest I probably have about seventeen, but who’s counting? In particular, two come to mind, and I’ll explain. The first is being dirty. I just hate feeling dirt and grime around my neck. I hate the way my shirt collar will stick just a little bit. It irritates the living crap out of me. The second pet peeve is feeling dried soap on my body. I don’t know if any of you have ever been to New Orleans. The water is ‘soft’ or ‘hard,’ I don’t know which—I always get the two mixed up. Anyway, the water just won’t wash the soap off of you, so you walk around all day with this invisible film on you. Everything’s sticky. Your clothes stick to your body; shit, your own body sticks to you. Just bend your arm, you can barely straighten it back up. So you walk around all day like a scarecrow with a stick up its ass. Yeah I know, I know! My wife tells me all the time I have problems! Shit, where was I? Yeah, so there I am about to hop in the shower when I hear my wife scream this bloodcurdling shriek. Now you’ve got to know my wife; she wouldn’t scream if I fell down the stairs and broke my arm. Hell, she’d probably call me a klutz and get me into the car for the ride to the emergency room, all the while calling the kids to tell them how Dad hurt himself again. She’s just not that into histrionics. So when I heard the scream, I knew something bad was up. I stared longingly at the shower I was foregoing as I grabbed a towel and headed downstairs.