As after each attack, the killing field became a crematorium. We lit the heap of zombie remains after sunset. We had concluded that burning them wasn’t necessary to keep them un-undead, but it…

by Bear Savo
As after each attack, the killing field became a crematorium. We lit the heap of zombie remains after sunset. We had concluded that burning them wasn’t necessary to keep them un-undead, but it…
Back then there was a guinea pig in my living room. We were enemies, but neither of us would kill the other. There were only threats. He was besieged and I the besieger…