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It's happening now at an alarming rate. A lot more are gone. Before it was just a few but now... too many to count. The whether's cold, the days have gotten shorter and all around me... death, death is everywhere.
Let it be known that these are the writings of me, Bob Shwekorski. I'm writing these pages because I fear I may very well be witnessing my last days on earth. My turkey brethren have been disappearing, all that's left of them are a few decapitated heads lying on the ground...

I came to the next afternoon in the coupe of my good friend Joe and his wife Sara. "You're wake", said Joe. Then he fetched me some water and seed.  "Felicia!" I yelled. "J-Joe, my kids!" "I know Bob", then he walked over to the window with his head hung low.
"Bob something is happening, something bad. Several turkeys have gone missing. Horrible cries have been heard all over the yard. We're not sure if it's a fox or something else coming in and killing our friends, but one things for...

Why hello there! Come in, come in, have yourself a seat and lend me your ear. I have for you a story, a story that's most intriguing... I can bet your last wooden nickle that you've never heard a story quite like this in your life. This tale... This tale is a journey down the most ambiguous road you've ever taken.
The Place at Some Point in TimeOur story takes place a few years from now in a time of great hard ship. Crime levels are at the highest they've ever been in human history, heck...

We begin our journey on Earth in a time of great hardship and turmoil. The U.S. has gone completely broke because Americans have elected a mentally-handicap-baby-goat as their president and in case you don't know anything about mentally-handicap-baby-goats... they don't know much about economics.
Anyway, times are tough. Crime at an all time high. Criminals are breaking into businesses and homes in broad daylight, that's how bad things have gotten. The good decent people who remain need...

When The dust settled and people throughout the store came out from cover to see what happened. The tractor trailer had broken though the front wall. Bricks scattered all over, dust and dirt covering everything, groceries and products spread everywhere. The driver of the truck smashed up against the front windshield, it was cracked and he motionless. Some of the patrons crept slowly toward the scene, including Mark. "Look!" someone shouted! The tank on the rig had been pierced by something...

Ah yes, welcome friends welcome. I want to thank you all for visiting. This tale, this tale is the tale of a... morbid kind. Now before you go off thinking this is another gloom and doom slasher story I entice you to well... just hold on a minute. This adventure is quite intriguing. Many twists and turns ups and downs and it all started on a regular day just like any else.
Greg (if for some odd reason you can't already tell) is a zombie. Like most zombies Greg was once a regular chum just...