The Wildfire Virus. That's the illness the eggheads have called dubbed that has spread alarmingly fast all over the world. No could figure out at first how and where it came from or how even spread so quickly. I was on leave, visiting brother in Boston when the infection hit. Yesterday, the world was normal with its own conflicts. The next, millions get sick, hospitals are overwhelmed, and any sort of space was converted into a makeshift hospital to handle all the sick. On day 2 the sick died and awoke attacking the living. I tried to get out of the city, but the military closed off every major access point and now I'm trapped within, along with millions of undead. I must get out of the city with any means necessary. Winner of 28 awards including: Unknown Story, Best Cover, Random, Voted King of Action, and Voters Choice

Highest Rank #42 in horror 2/10/17 "They made me into who I am, now I'm going to show them their creation. I'll kill them and I will love every second of it" You destroyed him. You defiled him. You degraded him. He's coming to school, he's coming to slay, he's going to let the monsters out to play. He will torture them to death, he'll rip them to shreds, he'll become their final breath. Yet no one asks, if he wanted to be like this, if wants to be rid of his haunting past. Will he make friends? Will he feel love? Or will everyone meet their end?