A bunch of short stories!

2037 The world has gone to shit. Zombies are crawling over the world and all of the survivors live underground.

This is the art I've done. And I thought why not show you all! I apologize for the first couple chapters and their titles. I'm too lazy to change/delete them >.< Disclaimer! Some of the art shown in this book are me redrawing other people's work. All credit for those ideas and creations go out to those artists. (Like when you do a cover of someone else's song)

Book 2! The first book is crowded mind.

Mark struggles against his restraints, his hair matted to his forehead from sweat. He watches as googliplier twitches, Wilford chuckles while spinning a knife in his hand, and a yandere mark who was not named giggled while staring at a picture of an unknown male. Mark sits behind them, hidden. "Take your pick!" Dark grins, standing infront of all the alter egos. He's talking to a poor teen, who doesn't know what she's in for. She thinks this is a game. It is a game. It's Darks game, but if you die you cant respawn. Your gone. Mark wriggles in his chair and tries to speak through the gag, put the girl doesn't hear him.