Do you like space adventure? Do you like alien creatures? Do you like jokes? Well, you have come to the right place! The 'Oh No!' Anthology is a collection of short stories written by great authors of this orange world based on the same theme. In this Anthology the writers will try and mix Science Fiction and Humour together!

"Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven" - John Milton, 'Paradise Lost' When the virus came, it infected the whole world in less than a month. Sixteen year old Hazel Williams, and her dog, Azrael, a Siberian Husky, lived two years in the apocalypse and still counting. They endured canned goods and slept in abandoned houses. During the day, they fought zombies. Only the zombies in their world weren't the dead who came back to life. They were living people who acted like the dead. Living this way for two years, Hazel thought they were the only non-zombie left on earth. She was about to be proved wrong. Could Hazel survive through annoying jerks, airhead cheerleaders, and super yucky zombies? And could there really be a cure for the pandemic? Well, she's about to find out. And its not going to be pretty. [There is another story included inside BSTZ, and that's OZTS, or Once Zombie Twice Shy. Its more darker and gory than BSTZ.] #SHTF All Rights Reserved. ©TWDposter

Ethan's nightmares are terrifying. He hates falling asleep; he hates having to witness the twisted world that he's forced into when he closes his eyes. But when they begin to blend into reality, facing them may be his only choice. __________________ IMPORTANT NOTICE - if you're reading this story on a site that is not www.wattpad.com then you could be at risk of a malware attack. Furthermore, please go to this link: www.wattpad.com/user/z0mbies, and report to me where you are reading this story. Thank you. WARNING: This story contains distressing material. Reader discretion advised. The characters in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

He had spent centuries with only himself for company, he fed, tortured and killed that was his life and he liked it that way, until she came along and stirred something in him, something he couldn't and wouldn't accept. “If I were you I’d keep that stake sharp. Don’t expect anymore visits like this, next time I come I expect you to use that thing,” he told her pointing to the stake on the bed, and then he was gone.