by Grace Quon

Derek grabbed the shotgun from the table. Six shells. Guttural snarls erupted in the hallway. He burst the first zombie’s head open like a rotten melon, but the next one was already charging. Bring it on, assholes. A minute later, six festering corpses littered the floor.

TUTORIAL COMPLETED

What? ExtremeReality had hyped Zombie-geddon as a mind-blowing, life-changing event. Only five copies available—twenty million each. If the first mission didn’t deliver, they’d hear from Dad’s fucking lawyers tonight.

First, he’d sneak a beer, though. But on the kitchen table, there was a shotgun. Six shells. Snarls erupted in the hallway…

Grace Quon

Grace Quon grew up loving books and libraries. After a detour through a math degree and a career in high-tech, she’s once again exploring the world of story writing. You can find her online at:

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