The smell of hope is burning flesh… The howlers are eating each other. What is left of humanity has a chance to breathe at last. Each group that forms has to consider how they will begin anew. They must come together on how to take care of the remaining monsters, grow food, teach kids, and deal with their dead…or fall apart in the pitted wasteland left to them by the zombie apocalypse. Can humanity get it right this time? Or will the last human become The Last Zombie?

Something’s rotten in the land of Xanth—and it’s not just the undead—in this “cheeky” adventure in the New York Times–bestselling series (Publishers Weekly). Horrors and hilarity collide as a fate far worse than death awaits a vivacious young visitor to “the Florida-shaped fantasy land where anything goes and the puns pack every page” (Kirkus Reviews). Breanna, a beautiful young newcomer to the enchanted land of Xanth, must deal with a distressing dilemma. She has unwittingly attracted the affections of King Xeth, ruler of Xanth’s Zombies, who yearns to make her queen of the undead! Her quest to preserve her innocence, and find her destiny, takes her on an exhilarating excursion packed with perils, puzzles, and piles of puns. Zombie Lover will provide a profusion of macabre merriment.

With the theme of unlikely survivors of the apocalypse, the stories in Fat Zombie will enthrall you and have you rooting for the little guy. Featuring tales of the elderly, the disabled, the developmentally challenged as well as losers, geeks, and social outcasts, all trying to survive in a world where the rules have changed. With an introduction by Bram Stoker Award winner and bestselling zombie author, Joe McKinney, Fat Zombie includes stories by award winning authors of the weird and the horrific such as Martin Livings and Dan Rabarts. This is a unique collection that steps away from the usual conventions and tropes of apocalypse fiction.

The Muse has a great sense of humor. She had been speaking to me when I awoke in the morning, so I promised her that when I awoke with her words in my head, I would write them down. She began awaking me at two and three a.m. I kept my promise. The writings here are the result. She spoke to me of the story of The Grand Empt and his invitation to the great adventure, of stories from the Bible, of unseen birds singing, and of the temptations of spiritual candy. She spoke to me of the Voodoo Zombie World, of Endarkenment, and of prayers to circumvent their effects. She gave me words of delight, like "transuniversalphilosynthesis" and "spermeggo". She spoke to me of transformations of consciousness, of spiritual intelligence, of falling to pieces, and of the bone of karma. She spoke to me of naked water flowing, of the essence of healing, and of Jonah and the Worm. The Muse kept her promise and I kept mine. The rest is up to you.

The shocking undead discovery of a military historian Zombies remain popular – from The Walking Dead to Ash vs. Evil Dead, they just won’t go away A gifty, zombie collector’s item Authentic military design with 150 illustrations Unearthed from a dusty Army archive, here are portions of two draft manuals instructing soldiers on how to confront . . . ZOMBIES! Now declassified, these files offer a guided tour of the U.S. Army’s adaptable approach to the zombie menace: first through battle strategies and field tactics, and later through instruction on capturing and retraining zombies to use as military assets. Showcasing the seemingly outrageous illustrations from the original volumes, a military historian has selected points of interest, such as the use of zombie combatants during the Cold War, or changes in zombie behavior.

A delicious slice of undead Americana. Funny, tragic, and nicely weird--it's Monty Python meets "Night of the Living Dead." Definitely take a bite out of this one!--Jonathan Maberry, "New York Times"-bestselling author of "Rot & Ruin" and "Patient Zero."

In 2028, Earth was decimated by the great zombie invasion when a virus and then contamination struck the earth. The virus started in the Eastern European countries by first striking all military and all law enforcement agencies. With no one to protect the general population the contamination spread quickly and devastated the population. The military and law enforcement agencies in Eastern European countries blamed the virus on a mandatory vaccine that was administered to them by their respective governments. The politicians of the governments blamed the contamination on terrorists. The contamination spread quickly throughout the region and then spread quickly to other continents, Asia, Australia, Africa and even Antarctica. The military and law enforcement agencies in North and South America prevented the contamination from spreading. It did hurt major cities in those continents before it was eradicated. There was only minor damaged economically to the Western hemisphere but damage to the rest of the world was devastating. In 2031, the Panzer Pharmaceutical Company developed an antidote called Erzombie that could tame zombies and not spread contamination to humans. Planet Earth had a decision to make to either exterminate or domesticate the zombies.

I walked through the park. There were hundreds there already. In the coming days those same people began to make the park home. But that day they wandered aimlessly. In shock. The subway was shut down, most of it flooded. The buses parked. You could not find a cab. The same with the cops. Everything that was the same about the city. The things you could depend on to be the same day after day, were gone. A few short days and they were gone. No more. And it had a feeling of permanence to it. A feeling of doom. I sat down on a bench and watched the people shuffle by. No noisy kids. No babies bawling. No Joggers. No dog walkers. Hopeless people shuffling by. The occasional panicked whack job running around crazily. I saw no one shot that day, but in the coming days, they, the hopeless ones, began to shoot the crazies. Chase them down and kill them. But that was later. That day I sat on the bench and wondered what had happened, and that was when the planes had overflown. We all heard them from a long way off. Military cargo planes. Slow, sometimes seeming to hang in the sky. That droning sound as they overflew, blocking the sun from the sky. This was no fly over to see how New York was, that much was evident immediately. I was torn between running, and needing to know what this was. Once you start down that path of just reacting to fear, it gets bad fast, so I sat there, as calm as I could be. 'They will not drop bombs,' was my thought. I remember it. And they didn't. What they did was spray the entire city. Trails of blue-tinged vapor drifting down out of the sky. That was the first time. I finally did give in to the fear and took off through the park, thinking, like nearly everyone else, that it must be some sort of poison. The government solution to whatever it was that was going on in the city. We didn't know what the blue shit the government planes sprayed us with right after everything went to hell was. And I am still not convinced I know all there is to know, but I suspect things. I have been told things. I met a guy a few weeks back that said he worked at the Army base over in Jersey. He said he knew what it was. He said the planes came from somewhere down south, but stopped there on the way back to re-fuel. What he told me was it was designed to strengthen us. Keep us alive a little longer. Make us stronger somehow. Some dip shit scientist's idea. I suppose it was meant as a boost for us. A help. The world slowed down, fell apart, everything stopped working. They knew they couldn't get to us. We would die. So they sprayed the blue shit on us. And I could suppose further that some of us survived the first few months because of it. I can't prove it, but I suspect it did help us evolve into... I don't know. Whatever the hell we are now. I know we're alive? I know our hearts beat. I still feel human and I truly think I am still human: If it made changes to the living they are very small changes... At least so far. But the dead. Oh the dead, that is a different story. It did something else to the dead. Hide Long Description

The figure of the zombie is a familiar one in world culture, acting as a metaphor for "the other," a participant in narratives of life and death, good and evil, and of a fate worse than death--the state of being "undead." This book explores the phenomenon from its roots in Haitian folklore to its evolution on the silver screen and to its radical transformation during the 1960s countercultural revolution. Contributors from a broad range of disciplines here examine the zombie and its relationship to colonialism, orientalism, racism, globalism, capitalism and more--including potential signs that the zombie hordes may have finally achieved oversaturation. Instructors considering this book for use in a course may request an examination copy here.

Arnold Z. Ombee has escaped a secret government zombie project -- but now can he survive human elementary school? From the hilarious mind behind the Crimebiters series comes a new trilogy that fans of The Last Kids on Earth will love to pieces (literally). Arnold Z. Ombee has escaped a secret government lab that's developing zombies. Young, scared, and alone, he is found by the Kinders, a warmhearted couple who take him in. The Kinders decide Arnold will become part of their family. They help him disguise his undead appearance and teach him how to act like a human boy. After a lot of practice, he's ready for the ultimate test: Fifth grade!