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Life after the Undead

Life after the Undead


The world has come to an end.  It doesn’t go out with a bang, or even a whimper.  It goes out in an orgy of blood and the dead rising from their graves to feast on living flesh.  As democracy crumples and the world melts into anarchy, five families in the U.S. rise to protect the survivors.  The undead hate a humid environment, so they are migrating westward to escape its deteriorating effects.  The survivors are constructing a wall in North Platte to keep the zombie threat to the west, while tyranny rules among the humans to the east.  Capable but naïve Krista is 15 when the first attacks occur, and she loses her family and barely escapes with her life.  She makes her way to the wall and begins a new life.  But, as the undead threat grows and dictators brainwash those she cares about, Krista must fight not only to survive but also to defend everything she holds dear—her country, her freedom, and ultimately those she loves.

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I will never understand peoples’ fascination with the apocalypse.  Why would you waste so much time and energy worrying about something you can’t change?  Besides, most of the time, it never comes to fruition anyway.  Remember Y2K?  What a hullabaloo that was.  People were so afraid computers were going to fail and throw society back into the Dark Ages that they were stockpiling supplies and moving into the wilderness so they could get away from technology.  Why would they move to the wilderness?  If technology was going to fail, wouldn’t they be just as safe in a city?  I guess they were afraid when technology failed, everyone would go crazy and start killing each other.  Either way, it didn’t happen.  I wonder how those people felt afterward.  Then, there was the whole 2012 scare.  This one was supposedly based on ancient prediction, so you know it was reliable.  Are you kidding?  Even the Mayans didn’t believe their own ancestors’ “vision.”  What happened was there had been a tablet that had the Mayan calendar carved into it.  The end was broken and faded, so no one knew what it said.  Our culture, being the pessimistic lot that we are, automatically assumed it was an end-of-the-world warning.  But, again, nothing happened on December 21, 2012.  Christmas came and went, and I think everyone, everywhere, even the skeptics, had a little something more to be thankful for.  Life went on as usual, and all those doomsayers faded into obscurity.

            The day the world did end was pretty nondescript.  By that I mean there was no nuclear explosion or asteroid or monumental natural disaster.  There weren’t even any horseman or plagues to announce the end was coming.  The world ended fairly quietly.  I couldn’t even give you a date because it happened at different times depending on where you were.  It was never predicted, and I’m sure a scenario that no one even considered.  Who really thinks the dead are going to rise from the grave and destroy the majority of the population?  No one but Hollywood, and we all know those are just movies.  But that is exactly what happened.  Those of us that survived were left wide-eyed, mouth agape, trying to figure out what to do next.

            There were a few who were able to pull their heads out and organize those left behind.  They made sure the populace had food, shelter, and protection.  They were saviors, the United States’ heroes.  Life wouldn’t have gone on without them, and it was pretty difficult those first few years after the zompocalypse.

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