21st Century Dead: A Zombie Anthology
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The Stoker-award winning editor of the acclaimed, eclectic anthology The New Dead returns with 21st Century Dead, and an all-new lineup of authors from all corners of the fiction world, shining a dark light on our fascination with tales of death and resurrection... with ZOMBIES! The stellar stories in this volume includes a tale set in the world of Daniel H. Wilson's Robopocalypse, the first published fiction by Sons of Anarchy creator Kurt Sutter, and a tale of love, family, and resurrection from the legendary Orson Scott Card. This new volume also includes stories also from other award-winning and New York Times bestselling authors, such as: Simon R. Green, Chelsea Cain, Jonathan Maberry, Duane Swiercyznski, Caitlin Kittredge, Brian Keene, Amber Benson, John Skipp, S. G. Browne, Thomas E. Sniegoski, Hollywood screenwriter Stephen Susco, National Book Award nominee Dan Chaon, and more!
Moorlands Facility. Dr. Beesley led them around the corner and halted outside door number 5.13. Another keypad, another entry code, and the door clicked open. With a sweep of his arm, Dr. Beesley invited Jacqui and Fleur to precede him into the room. Not knowing quite what to expect, Fleur allowed Jacqui to go first, and then followed, moving with a lopsided lurch because Andrew’s crib, which she was carrying by the handles, kept bumping against her thigh. She found herself in what amounted to
and convinced her to go back to my place under the pretense of giving her a private audition.” “Only she was more like the late-night snack,” says Carter. Silverman just stares at him. “It was a lot easier than I thought it would be,” says Ted. “She was a little chewy, but I kept her down. Fed on her for more than a week. Eventually I realized I didn’t smell anymore. By the time I finished her, I discovered that I’d somehow managed to reverse the process of decomposition. I look better now
people trying to get through the Chroma as quickly as possible on their way out to the more staid neighborhoods of the Color Sector. The influx of people made it hard for me to remain motionless in front of B-Suits-R-Us and I let go of the metal bar the store provided in order to keep any window-shoppers from getting dragged away with the sidewalk. Letting myself get sucked into the swirl of people, I relaxed my body and calmed my breathing. Sometimes I got a little claustrophobic in the crush
enjoy the thrill of finally possessing a Black jumpsuit. The zombie looked at me, cocking his head. “Aren’t you gonna ask what I wanted the box for?” I had to admit that my curiosity was piqued. Of course I wanted to know what was inside the box, but I was smarter than that. “Nah,” I said, shaking my head and starting down the alleyway, proud in my new Black jumpsuit. “It’s yours now.” I’d been around long enough to understand a few things about life on the street. And possessing too much
always there. Lizzie didn’t blame her. With a father like Dickie Bonner, a red-faced, thick-fisted drunk, she’d stay away, too. Dakota stared at her, face crinkled and suspicious, as she approached. A white kid with a backward hat and baggy jacket grinned at her, started to say something, but Lizzie lifted the hem of her shirt. “Fuck off.” He saw the gun and took her advice. Dakota watched him go, and turned back languidly. “What’s your problem, bitch?” “You’re really such a burnout you don’t