The Dead Come for Us
It is just like other normal morning, until the world starts falling apart when a Zombie Apocalypse break out, there isn't time to panic, only react.
To ex-Marine squad leader James MacAllister,his main focus was surviving and protecting his family.
The violent collapse of the civilized world is a tactical problem he must survive.
They are not a slow shambling infected; they are an avalanche moving with singular, blood-lusting fury. The infected only have one goal: feed.
His wife, Lola; his teenage son, Isaac; and his teenage daughter, Rose.
All must somehow survive a country suddenly where there are no heroes, no support, and no chance of mercy.
Although, James does treat his family like his squad. But he believes that the only way to keep them going and keep them alive.
Their only chance of survival is for Mac to pull them through the nightmare by the sheer force of his cold and use the experience he has as an ex-Marine, efficient will to kill, to transform himself into the monster that only by using the might of violence can save what humanity they
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Chapter: Chapter 11The dry *click* of the empty chamber was the loudest sound in the underpass.Mac didn't pause to process the lack of recoil. In a fluid, savage arc, he smashed the heavy steel slide of his useless pistol into the nasal cavity of the lead runner. Bone collapsed with a wet crunch. The creature stumbled, but the sheer, compressed weight of the mega-swarm behind it shoved the body forward, a wall of thrashing limbs and snapping jaws violently forcing Mac back into the pitch-black throat of the concrete tunnel."Get the kids up the structural pillar!" Lola screamed from the dark behind him.She lunged forward, the iron crowbar whistling through the dark. The blunt hook caught an infected woman across the throat, crushing her windpipe, but two more took her place, their fingers clawing frantically through the air."Isaac! The inspection ladder!" Mac roared, dropping the empty sidearm and drawing his five-inch combat knife.He stepped into a low, lethal stance, his blade carving through a th
Last Updated: 2026-07-06
Chapter: Chapter 10The world tipped into a void of white heat.As the concrete foundations of the control tower collapsed inward, the third-floor routing room strained at its structural joints, peeling away to begin its sickeningly deliberate fall toward the eastern tracks. Concrete dust sprayed through widening cracks in the walls, blinding them, making their throats scratchy and dry."Hold onto something!" Mac yelled, his boots slipping off the crumbling floor. He jammed his shoulder into a bolted steel relay rack, digging his heels in, and wrapped his arms around Rose like a clamp. Lola slammed against the base of the control console, clutching an iron cable conduit. Isaac wasn't as fortunate; his feet flew out from under him and he began sliding rapidly down the increasing slope of the concrete floor toward the empty window that overlooked the blaze below."Dad!" Isaac screamed, his fingers scraping at the linoleum before his legs dangled over the void. Mac let go of the rack, his own descent be
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Chapter: Chapter 9The concrete floor squeaked and popped under their boots as the control tower listing was now in inches of agonized movement. The support pillars were shrieking and tearing under the dead-weight momentum of the swarming infected. A digital death warrant still hummed over their radios from the armored vehicle on the outer perimeter: "Incendiary containment commencing in T-minus four minutes.""The stairs are pancakeing!" shouted Mac, gripping a bolted-down routing desk for support as his feet slid on the sloped floor."The window!" shouted Isaac in terror, lunging toward the fractured glass that looked out onto the eastern rail line. "We can jump to the roof of that box car!""It's twenty-five feet down, Isaac! You'll crack your pelvis!"Mac intercepted his son's path, grabbing his arm. "Look at the suspension under that car; it's a bad landing. If you break your leg I have to carry you, and then everyone dies.""Stop calling us everyone!" Isaac yelled, ripping his arm from Mac's gr
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Chapter: Chapter 8As the shadow grew, the air itself screamed. Mac didn't calculate vectors or weigh his options; he went with raw, muscle-memorized survival instinct. He dived across the ballast stones, hooked his hands under Rose's waist and drove his whole weight forward. Lola lunged after Isaac, her nails digging into his jacket as she dragged him desperately, sliding away from the concrete lip of the drainage canal.The multi-ton steel quarantine container slammed into the edge of the retaining wall with a catastrophic, metal-liquefying thud. The impact of the kinetic energy release shattered the concrete rim into a thousand lethal stone projectiles; the rear half of the heavy steel box crumpled under its own terminal velocity, pitching violently over on itself before diving straight down into the drainage canal below where it crushed the sprinting tide of the subsurface infected; but the front half ripped open like a crushed soda can on the gravel surface of the train yard.A strangled, comm
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Chapter: Chapter 7The noise from the mouth of the tunnel consumed their cries.As Mac and Lola shoved them down the sloping concrete incline toward the sound of the roaring tunnel mouth Isaac and Rose screamed out. Mac let his shotgun drop. He grabbed the chain-link fence post on top with his left hand and flung himself down. The ball sockets on his arm joints cried out at the strain as he snatched upIsaac’s hoodie just in time.Lola’s survival instinct kicked into overdrive thanks to her primal terror, and she leaped out flat onto the sloped concrete, her boot wedged in a crack while her fingers wrapped around Rosie’s wrist."Pull!" Mac shouted. His neck muscles bulged as if they would burst through his skin.With a shared, agonizing heave, they managed to wrench the two teenagers back up the forty-five-degree incline just as the first of the sprinty hoard poured out of the tunnel. They did not bother climbing the walls, the forward motion was too strong. The crowd surged ahead and smashed against
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Chapter: Chapter 6She lost the gun and it was a shock like a blow on her face.When the rail-worker ripped the pistol from Lola’s grasp, the metallic click of its body against the gravel sounded like the report of a closing coffin. The bulk of the man drove her backward and against the rusted tin siding of the warehouse door, his black coagulated fluid stained teeth snapping inches from her throat.“Take your hands off her!” Mac bellowed.Mac, who was now empty on his primary shotgun, dropped the weapon off the strap and out of his vest came his combat knife. He stepped forward into a death lunge and buried the thick, five-inch steel blade upward into the tissue under the rail-worker’s jawbone and into the creature’s brain stem. The steel went in smoothly and the monstrosity’s eyes rolled back, its bulk going completely slack, collapsing on top of Lola’s boots.To his right, things were getting dicey; the other two concealed runners had finally closed the gap and reached Isaac.Isaac did not freeze t
Last Updated: 2026-06-13
The Ghost Army
Robbin Vance, a disgraced, jaded Frontier Guard Captain, just wants to quietly get through his exile. When a lonely, remote mining colony falls silent, he and the keen-eyed young scout Elaine see what their eyes couldn't believe, a creature filled with bodies, rooted standing where they fell; their bodies welded, flesh to flesh and bone to flesh, with a weeping, black iron that glows with a pale, alien light in their eyes.
General Alistair Thorne and his legendary lost legions have reemerged after one thousand years dormant in the earth below.
No longer entirely human, they have become living dead soldiers fighting a thousand year old war to reconquer a continent, to destroy their long-time enemy, an empire the current modern world has unwittingly reconstructed itself around. To do so, Robbin Vance will have to work with Juliana, a natural philosopher with all the keys to the past, to mount a desperate colonial resistance against the brutal, snow-stained winter, and against these ruthless champions when the old world wakes up and finishes its war.
To win the war, the living must learn to strike and defend what belongs to them.
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Chapter: Chapter 10The waterfall's roar filled the tunnel, vibrating through Robbin's teeth and down into his chest. He fought the water, arms burning, lungs screaming but his boots slipped on the old flume boards, slick with silt and something else, something greasy. The current hit him like a shoulder check from a bar fight, driving him forward. He tried to lift his head and a wave buried him, water flooding his nose and mouth, tasting of sulfur and rot. The flood had torn Elaine, Cedric, and Juliana away from him. He didn't see it happen. One moment they were there; the next, the lower factory collapsed and they were gone. Through the spray, the tunnel opened into nothing. The water flattened for a heartbeat, then dropped away into black. The drop. Robbin got one sharp breath, freezing before the world tilted and he went over the edge. Falling. Three seconds of absolute weightlessness, tumbling with the water, with broken timber, with nothing but dark and the roar of wind in his ears. He di
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Chapter: Chapter 9 The air inside the dark vault became cold and wet, and it smelled terrible like things that had been dead for a very long time. The iron door groaned upward. A pressurized hiss, almost alive. Nobody moved. The hundred Ironborn stood frozen mid-stride, blades half-raised toward Robbin's crew. Their eyes are usually steady, almost bored with violence flickered now. erratic. Uncertain. The arm-fused weapons trembled, and somewhere deep inside each puppet, gears ground against something they couldn't name. Robbin's hand found Juliana's elbow. He didn't remember reaching for her. From beyond the door, a sound. Not breathing exactly. Something with rhythm, with weight. It pulled at his chest like a hand pressed flat against his sternum. He could feel it in the soles of his boots, humming through the stone and into his bones. Then the first tendril emerged. Not iron. Not stone. Flesh, but wrong, thick and slow and glistening with something too dark to be blood. Purple, almost black,
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Chapter: Chapter 8 Darkness didn't bring peace. It brought weight, the kind that crushed your chest and stole the air from your lungs. Robbin woke screaming, but the sound died before it left his mouth, buried in frozen mud and gravel. Every part of him ached like he'd been dragged behind a horse for miles. Buried alive. The avalanche had taken them over the cliff's edge and dropped them into the black throat of the canyon below. He clawed through the heavy, wet snow, fingers slick with blood, chasing a faint blue glow that flickered through the debris above. When he finally broke through to the open air, he didn't find the sky. He found stone in an endless vault of ancient rock and rusted iron, stretching up into darkness he couldn't measure. They'd fallen straight through the ceiling of some forgotten tomb. The smell hit him first. Ice-cold air thick with years of stagnant oil and something else, something rotten. "Elaine! Cedric!" His voice bounced off invisible walls, swallowed by the dark. S
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Chapter: Chapter 7The air now not merely cold, but animate, heavy and wrong. Robbin’s boot came off the muddy floor, and he was lifting inches into the air along with shattered pine branches, clumps of frozen earth, and the heavy iron hulls of dead hounds. General Thorne’s immense great-sword gave a low, bass hum that vibrated right through Robbin’s skull. His vision swam, and his teeth began to ache as the localised gravity field began ripping the surroundings apart, pulling the survivors to the lip of the one-hundred-foot, vertical cliff face. "Hold onto something!" Robbin roared over the weightless suck. He lunged through the air and grabbed onto a huge, exposed tree root jutting from the cliff face, then caught Juliana around the middle of her coat, tethering her as her feet lifted from the ground. Juliana whimpered, holding the steaming brass device in her arms like a shield. Elaine and Cedric, meanwhile, struggled against the weightless horror next to them, Elaine driving her short sword deep
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Chapter: Chapter 6 The clicking sound above didn't sound like any animal Robbin had ever tracked. It was precise. Sharp mechanical ticks, like gears breaking inside a pocket watch. "Don't move " he whispered. He held the torch high its flame casting shadows on the snow. In the branches above a dozen metal shapes crouched like wolves. They were wolf-sized. That was where the resemblance ended. Black iron plates made up their bodies seamless. No eyes. No ears. No mouth. Just a horizontal slit across each face glowing with a pale blue light. One of them shifted its weight. Its claws sank into the bark with a scrape. "Captain " Elaine whispered. Her knuckles were white around her sword hilt. "They're not looking at us. They're tracking our body heat." The lead hound opened its mouth. Or rather its face slit.. Shrieked. The sound was like metal tearing on metal. Then it leapt. "Scatter!" Robbin shouted. The machine hit the snow where they'd stood sending up a burst of powder. It didn't hesitate. Spin
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Chapter: Chapter 5The cellar reeked of old rot, damp earth, and something else something sharp and metallic. The Ironborn. Juliana clawed at the air, her feet kicking uselessly inches above the stone floor. The officer's iron fist was wrapped around her throat, and he held her like she weighed nothing at all. His short-sword jagged, vibrating, humming with that low, bone-deep sound pressed against her ribs hard enough to slice through her wool coat. The blade's buzz echoed off the walls, like a swarm of angry hornets. "Drop your weapon, primitive," the officer said. His voice came out layered, mechanical, grating. Robbin's knuckles had gone white around his cavalry saber's grip. Elaine stood frozen behind the wine casks, twin short-swords raised, her eyes darting between the three scouts flanking the room. The Ironborn watched them with cold blue eyes, eyes that held nothing. No fear, no pity, no humanity at all. They weren't soldiers. They were weapons. Walking, breathing weapons built to kill. "R
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