As if life wasn't hard enough being bullied and treated like garbage all the time; my loathsome, insufferable seat mate just had to come with his "secrets" and torture my every waking hour. What's the big deal you say? Nothing except for the fact that he's some insanely beautiful Greek God under those nerdy glasses. And now, he lives next door. I'm Sarah and this is my story. Disclaimer: This story was written in 2011. Just so you know.

The Dustbowl and tequila aren't likely to erase the regrets haunting the Fourth Horseman, but when annihilation is your sole purpose how can you find substance for your soul? "A provocative moral tale as much about embracing life as meeting Death." Sometimes prayers are best left unanswered. After the equivalence of centuries worth of service as Death, the former man is left wondering whether dying would have indeed been a more desirable option. The buzz of phasing in and out of temporal existence and lopping off heads only lasts so long. But when Death chooses to act on an event he recognizes as an "act of God," he discovers his calling to be more nobel than he thought. "Never has Death been so human as a kiddie pool, a folder chair and a bottle of regret. If only the other three horseman could be as easy to relate to."

Zombies. Zombies. And even more zombies. That's all Eric and Maryssa face these days. Camping out in a small section of a barricaded school, they spend their first week of the apocalypse just merely trying to survive.