Kara felt a strong presence behind her. When she turned around she saw two figures in the dark standing close to the window. The moonlight made them appear transparent and ghostly. Kara went to let out one of her famous high pitched screams. . But no sound came out. Kara, wide eyed with fright, stood there unable to move, scream, or make any noise what so ever.

  The apparitions slowly started to glide towards her, not seeming to take a step at all. What Kara began to hear made her question reality. The sound of a thousand whispering voices flooded her mind, some louder than others, but all were crying out desperately for help. The voices grew louder and louder as the apparitions moved in closer. Their long ratty hair and old moth eaten dresses blew hauntingly about them as they floated. Kara could do nothing but stare upon them in earth-shattering fright.

  The whisperings slowly faded away as they came up not a foot from Kara, their darkened heads towering over her, their tangled hair still whipping in the wind. The spirit on her right lowered down a long boney arm and picked up Kara by the back of her shirt, lifting the little girl with ease.

  Upon gazing at the at Spirit's face, Kara began to feel herself urinating down her own leg. Burnt muscle and molded patches of flesh embraced the apparition's face along with the juicy remnants of eye balls, finished by a limited showing of the bones that lay underneath it all.

  Kara was shaking uncontrollably trying to break free, desperately convulsing and trying to scream.

  Thank you for releasing us. . The spirit whispered. For that we are forever indebted to you. . However, it's been quite a long time since we've eaten, and you see, my Mother and I are very very hungry. . The apparition let out a sucking sound and it's long slippery tongue slid out of it's mouth and ran along Kara's cheek.

  Forgive me for being rude. . The spirit started again. I'd like you to meet my Mother. . She isn't much for words as you can see.

  Kara turned her wide eyed expression to see the most demented and disturbing face imaginable. It's eyes and mouth were in sort of a painstaking sadness, it's mouth hanging open and in a frown like position which stretched down to the bottom of it's chin. It's eyes almost rolled back into it's head and it's hair was knotted and full of what looked like live spiders.

  Soul! It begged with a garbled moan.

  “Please. .” Kara begged now able to speak. “Let me go!” Spirit 2 moved it's hideous face back into the darkness and stood there, waiting. The first spirit moved it's face in, this time extremely close to Kara's.

  I'm afraid we can't do that, darling. You're ours now. .

  While Kara smelled the rancid breath coming from the spirit's rotten mouth, she now knew why her Mother was so deathly afraid of the old Ouija Board. Yet, her naive innocence wouldn't, no. . couldn't accept the fact that this was the end for her.

  Some one will save me, that's how it always happens on tv, she thought with childlike optimism.

  Nothing can save you, whispered the evil spirit reading the little girl's mind like an open book.

  The two Ghosts wrapped themselves around Kara's body and started to feed on her essence. And just like that, Kara's body fell to the floor, lifeless, as the spirits then vanished with hunger no longer on their twisted minds.

  Zombie World: The Rapture Of 2012

  Prologue:

  David was cheating on his wife, Alison, and everyone knew it. His friends knew it. His co-workers knew it. Hell, even his wife knew it. But that was ok, because she also had her own thing going on. She was a Dancer at Sully's from five pm to nine pm. From nine pm to two am?. . Let's just say it wasn't quite as professional as Dancing. She fucked rich men for a lot of money, as she put it and as long as my old man sees the money comin' he doesn't ask questions. That was her mentality and that's way things were. David didn't know his wife was an actual whore though. That she actually had sex for money. . or so she thought.

  There was only one reason they came home to each other every night and that reason was Jane, their daughter. Jane didn't understand why her parents brought home other mommy’s and daddy’s when each other weren't home. So, she would just lie in her bed and have to listen to the loud, drunken, unspeakable things that went on in the next room around three am every other night.

  Jane would ask her Mother and Father why they had to look elsewhere for love when they had each other, and they would always simply say “It's complicated, sweetheart. But don't ever do what we do because what we do is very bad, and one day Mommy and Daddy will be punished. .

  December 21, 2012 4:36 am

  On a warmer than usual December morning in Beaumont Texas, Walter Zimmerman stood over the grave of his wife, Margret. His wife had fallen in the line of duty, in which they both served over seas. I'm sure you can guess where.

  They served together in the same squad, sharing the same bunk as well as almost every minute of every single day. They were inseparable, and they had earned that privilege. As long as it didn't interfere with the tasks they had to carry out and their situation never effected the safety of others, the privilege remained.

  On November 13, 2009, a bright and dry day in the desert hills of Afghanistan, Walter witnessed the death of his wife. Assisting the refugees was always life threatening and an overall dangerous job, but according to the United States government, we had to be the ones to carry it out by any means.

  Margret was assisting innocent women, children, and men to a safe base from the threats in the area when an Afghan Mercenary fired an RPG from the hilltops onto the group running for safety. The impact of the missile killed everyone instantly, including his wife while he watched in horror from afar. In the way that the missile had struck and it's location, It's percussion had instantly decapitated her, leaving behind a guaranteed closed casket ceremony.

  Walter let out a long sigh as he sat down next to her tombstone, his feet sore from standing in the same spot for hours. It was nearing five am and the sun was beginning to rise over the horizon.

  “Oh, babe.” he let out. “What am I going to do? I can't do this without you. I. . I've never felt so alone.” he pulled an old army blanket from his backpack and laid it out on top of where her body rested six feet under. He pulled a second one out and draped it over himself, using her tombstone as a headrest. “If there really is a God, he sure as hell has a lot of explaining to do.” he said out loud to himself quiet enough not to disturb the man digging a fresh grave, four sites down. No, you know what? There can't be a God, he thought. The whole concept is a fucking joke, make believe.

  He watched The Gravedigger do his job briskly and stress free. “Hey, buddy!” Walter called out. “Why are you so happy?” The Gravedigger looked over at him and pointed at himself as if to ask “Are you talking to me?” Walter nodded at the man. A smile came to the man's face as he began to point upwards to the sky.

  Walter rolled his eyes and continued watching the man as he went back to work, hacking at the earth, preparing it for it's next occupant.

  Walters eye's began to sag from being so tired. He was almost unconscious which was the only time he had any real relief from the pain of losing her.

  The second before his eyes closed completely he thought he noticed the orange-ish blue of the sky being overtaken by a quick rushing of clouds revealing a deep dark gray and the Gravedigger then vanishing into a plasmic white light. The zapping sound of the man disappearing exploded Walter out of his fatigued state instantly.

  He looked around himself not knowing what to think. The color and life inside of everything had bled out. Everything appeared dead. The trees were black and withered. The grass he was lying on was no longer soft, but stiff and a deep brown color.

  Before he could react, the decaying arms of his dead wife burst from the now collapsible soil and wrapped around him, pulling him into the grave with inhuman strength.

  Trapped in a mess of broken earth and tangled arms, Walter desperately tried to escape his dead wife's grasp. It seemed as if she was trying to bite him, but all she could do was rub the little piece of spinal cord which was hanging from the stump where her head use to be, against his neck.

  Walters senses were in high alert. He'd been trained in many things, but never in taking down an Undead human life form. That was the kind of shit you only saw in movies, who would have thought it could actually happen?

  Walter fought his way to the surface, clawing his way up the six foot wall of loose soil. He pulled himself out with ease, thanking God, which he now without a doubt assumed did exist.

  He ran over and grabbed The Gravediggers shovel and ran back to the giant hole his headless wife was flailing around in. He watched as she kept bashing into the sides of the pit, unable to see. Walter didn't even know where to begin with the situation at hand. He just stood there and watched his wife.

  Walter whipped his head around and was blown away by what he saw. Almost every grave was exploding open with yearning arms. Dead bodies in varied attire, some dating back to the 1800's, were reanimated with one never ending intention. Hunger

  Walter ran.

  December 21, 2012 6:11 am

  David woke up to find his wife laying naked next to him, grungy make-up smeared across her face. “Wake up.” he said, pushing her. “It's your turn to take Jane to school.”

  Alison's eyes clenched shut tight as she yelled, “What the fuck do you mean it's my turn, I took her yesterday!”

  David looked at his wife in disgust. “Drunk bitch.” he said.

  “Whatever.” she came back as her Husband walked into the hallway.

  David stopped walking midway down the hall. That's odd. Why isn't the tv on? Jane always watches tv before school. He stepped into the living room and looked around. Nothing.

  He quickly walked back to Jane's room and stepped inside. Dark and empty, pillows and blanket made up on the bed, but without his little girl underneath. The dull overcast crept in through the closed blinds and the fan in the room was still on it's medium setting giving the room an eerie buzz effect.

  David ran back to his room. “She isn't here.” David said to his Wife.

  Alison: Who isn't here?

  David: JANE you dumb bitch!

  Alison: Seriously, you need to chill the hell out. She's probably at a friends or taken the bus to school.

  David: She always, ALWAYS leaves a note when she goes to a friend's house and the bus doesn't come for another half hour.

  David was starting to pace back and forth.

  “I'm calling the school.” said Alison. “What if-What if she was kidnapped?” started David. How could we live with ourselves then?” “Calm the fuck down, David. It's only gonna make the situation worse if you panic.” reasoned Alison.

  David waited anxiously while the school rang on the other end of the phone pressed against Alison's ear.

  “No answer.” she said. “That's weird. There's always someone there way before this time to let the kids in. Well. . That narrows it down. At least we know she isn't there.” finished Alison.

  “Give me the phone.” commanded David. “You're out of your fucking mind, you know that? Your daughter is missing and this is how you react. . Whatever Miss Red Carpet $5,000 per hour, just lay back in bed and I'll go do everything myself.

  Alison looked at him in disbelief as she handed him her cellphone.

  “Yeah, that's right. And if you think I didn't know, you're more of a stupid bitch that I thought.” David finished as he started to walk out the door.

  “And you're just Mr. Fuckin' Perfect, huh?!” Alison screamed as he slammed the door and headed to find his Daughter.

  David ran out of the front door still in his pj's and was welcomed by the site of a sick, unattractive looking environment. He looked to the gray sodden sky which was filled with webbed lightening streaks that shot across every direction.

  He looked around the immediate neighborhood and noticed cars stopped in the middle of the street and other people standing by them, grief stricken.

  “What's going on!” he called out to a woman parked directly in front of his house. The Woman looked at David blankly. “My son just disappeared.” she said in shock.

  David started to panic. He ran back into the house to tell his wife what he had discovered. David burst into his bedroom to find his wife, body strewn across the bed by multiple walking corpses, some with barely any flesh on their body, ripping out her intestines and other bodily organs, eagerly throwing them into their mouths to be chewed and swallowed.

  David turned around to run but was caught in a fit of vomiting while the images of what he'd just seen flashed over and over in his mind. Vomiting while he ran, he managed to make it out on his front lawn only to see the same thing he had just witnessed happening in the streets, on the lawns and through the windows of the neighborhood that once claimed to be second place in 'Best Places To Live In Texas' magazine.

  David ran.

  7:20 am

  Walter Zimmerman hid in an abandoned warehouse listening to the moans taking place just outside. A thin piece of iron wall separated him from life and death.

  He took out his cellphone and decided to call the only family he had left. The only person he was able to say goodbye to, his brother.

  He scrolled down in his list of Contacts to the name David and pressed send. Hello, you've reached David Zim- SHIT!

  Walter scrolled back up to the A's landing on Alison. Please answer, he prayed.

  Hello? It was David's voice. “David! Hey it's Walter. What the fuck is going on?” “I don't know” replied David. “Alison's dead. Those things got her.” “Where are you?” asked Walter. “I found a car. I'm driving on the interstate. There doesn't seem to be many of them on here but there sure as hell are a lot of abandoned vehicles. Where are you? Is it safe to come get you?” “I'm stuck inside an old warehouse off of exit 35.” whispered Walter. “If you come for me, you're gonna have to be careful. There's thousands of them, David. I'm scared.” Walter told his older brother. “So am I.” said David. “Just stay where you are. I think I know where you are and how to make it there, just hang put.” “Hey David.” Walter began. “You remember when we were kids and-” David heard a click and then nothing. He hit the brakes and pressed his ear to the receiver as hard as he could. “WALTER!?” He threw the cellphone in the backseat and pounded his fist on the steering wheel with full force. “FUCK!” Best case scenario is his phone died, he thought. C'mon Walt, just a little longer.

  David pulled up to the old warehouse. He didn't see Walter but he could see the Undead walking the main street on the other side of where his car was parked. There were literally thousands of them, stumbling and snapping at one another. Animals that were in their path didn't stand a chance. They fed on anything that moved.

  David slowly made his way out of car, grabbing the cellphone from the backseat. He crouched down as he ran quickly to the side entrance of the building. C'mon Walt, he thought. You better be alive goddamn it.

  He opened the gate and made his way into the abandoned building, hoping he wasn't seen by any one of the thousands of walking corpses roaming the streets outside. They heavy gate fell out of David's hands and crashed onto the floor. Fuck, I'm a dead man. He thought

  The only light source he had was Alison's cellphone. He took the phone out of his pocket flipping it open and pointing it's dull light right in front of him. “Walter.” he whispered. Nothing.

  David kept walking deeper into the warehouse. “Walter!” Still nothing.

  He could hear some commotion coming from the very back of the large building. What choice do I have? he thought as he ventured onwards. I need to know if he's still alive.

  Still walking slowly, David hit the up button on the phone every thirty seconds so the light wouldn't automatically turn off. The light made something shine against a railing. Coming up on the object, David made it out to be a long cast iron pipe. It was heavy, but David equipped it anyways feeling a weapon would be necessary, heavy or not. He continued walking down the long and dark corridor, the sounds of cries and moans from outside all so prevalent by now.

  David was almost to the end of the warehouse when the sound he heard before not only got louder, but was all too familiar as well. Soon enough the sound was right in front of him and although it was too dark to see clearly, all the eyes that silently glowed back at him around a body on the floor made him realize he had heard the same sound earlier. It was the sound his wife's innards made as they were being ripped from her body. The sound of organs grinding against undead teeth and being swallowed down into bodies that no longer had functioning ones of their own. The sound of chewed meat as it fell from their throats, catching onto their rib cage, then sliding out and hitting the floor.

  The five pairs of eyes that glistened in the light of the cellphone made their way up slowly from the floor. David turned to run and was caught off guard by a swarm of zombies standing right behind him. They must have heard me come in.

  He dropped the cellphone and swung the metal bar around, knocking off limbs and heads, but not doing a damn thing to keep them down for good.

  David soon dropped the heavy one hundred pound metal pipe, sweating profusely. It was over.

  “COME AND GET ME!” he yelled to the Zombies. The Undead let out terrible screams in the pitch black and ran straight for his voice. Hundreds of Undead pushed him against the wall, the pressure of them all finally breaking open the thin warehouse wall turning the darkness into a bright gray light. David hit the ground outside as the undead swarmed around him sending even more Undead that were roaming the streets into a flesh craving frenzy. Zombies encircle him ripping open his stomach, biting onto his head, legs, and arms.

  David could feel the infection taking over his body as he noticed the undead corpse slurping up the strips of muscles of his arms was his brother, Walter. He reached out with what little will he had left and put his hand on the side of Walters face and whispered “See you soon.” Walter then grabbed his hand and bit off his fingers.